You end up dying in the streets due to a freak accident, only to wake in the body of an infant, which you soon learn you're reborn as a Na'vi. The twin sister of Kiri, the daughter of an empty vessel and the seed of Eywa. The unexpected surprise in a situation already baziare, you're excepted into the loving care of the Sully's.
Except you refuse this is reality, that this is actually happening. You had died. It has to be a dream, a nightmare--some kind of never-ending coma, purgatory before heaven, a hell especially made for you.
Especially with the memories of what's too come, and the nightmares that pluge your mind. Seeing things that have yet to happen.
So you keep your distance, watching the family through a hole in a wall you built. The body dysmorphia is insane as you're trapped in a body that's not meant to be.
The struggle is real. Missing a home long since passed, trapped with memories of earth, longing for the simple life now gone. For the beginning of your life, this numbness clings to you like a haze, leaving you disassociated for years.
Silent on purpose. Never crying, only breathing for the sake of it, eating when Kiri ate, changed when she was changed, cleaned when she was.
By the time you could walk, you never uttered a single word. Barely responding to the name that Jake and Naytiri had given you. Complying to their requests and participating in the activities, not through want, but mechanically, as if it's a requirement, a boring task to be accomplished.
Every hug, brush of a hand and gentle touch left you stiff and recoiling back.
The family in someway can see it, knows that there's something wrong with you--off, and yet they never let it get between them or you.
Until one night, after years of mutism, you break you're silence--a warning slipping from your lips as the way of water begins.
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Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
A slither of a concept within a world I admittivity have not fully explored or planned for!
That and I'm procrastinating on all my other projects so anyways!
Enjoy!
The afternoon was loud as it often was.
Pandora never truly settled.
The children darted through the woven walkways of the tree weâve come to know as home.
Their laughter carrying between the giant branches. Voices overlapped with the distant calls of wildlife, creating the constant hum of life that seemed to follow the Sully family wherever they went.
Lo'ak was undoubtedly getting into trouble, like he always did. Spider was most likely encouraging him while Neteyam was without a doubt trying to stop the both of them.
Kiri was watching the entire disaster unfold with the resigned patience of someone who had seen it happen a hundred times before. And Tuk, as small as she was toddled after them all with determined little steps to not miss out all the fun.
(Y/N) sat apart from the noise. Not farânever truly far but separate enough to enjoy the quiet she rarely seemed to own.
Cross-legged near the edge of a platform, she worked carefully with a carving knife, small curls of wood collecting around her legs as the shape in her lap slowly emerged.
A mask that was still unfinished. The wood remained bare of the visions that plague her mind like a festering wound.
And though there was no paint, she could still see its vivid colours of red, blue and white. Still able to feel the feathers and decretive beads that lined the crown.Â
Sinking the knife at an angle, she carefully shaved off another piece as she worked, bit by bit to transform the wood into something palatable for its intended purpose.
"You have been sitting here since sunrise."
(Y/N) looked up, and there Neytiri stood nearby, watching her.
"I know." Her answer was simple as she returned her attention to the mask.
Neytiri moved closer, settling in beside her. Neytiri's shoulder brushed with hers as she stayed close. The older woman never asked for permission, but then again, no one ever did.
(Y/N) traced her finger over the bumps within the wood and continued shaving the imperfection away.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
The knife moved steadily under the hard wood. Neytiri watched for a while before speaking again. "What are you doing?
"Making something."Â
"What is it for?"
"Nothing."
Neytiri's ears flicked at that. Perceptive to the lie her daughter spoke. Though it wasn't a malicious one, it still was a lie all the same.
She had learned long ago that her daughter answered quickly whenever she wished a conversation would end.
Her daughter's hand stilled as the older woman reached forward, carefully lifted the mask from (Y/N)'s lap.
Her fingers traced the unfinished carving. Every smooth surface, the bump and rough edges yet to be carved away.
The eyes had yet to be fully carved out, just deep caves that held the roughest parts. Then she paused.
Upon the forehead and medial to the eyes was another. Though it was incomplete, she ran her finger across the ridged surface.
It was deliberate.
Neytiri studied it for a moment longer.Â
"What is this?" Turning her head, her eyes landed onto her passive daughter as she turned the carving knife within her hand.
"An eye."Â (YN)'s gaze lingered on it as the knife stilled.
"Why is it there?" Neytiri asked.
Her daughter didnât respond for a time. "You... wouldn't understand."
Those words stung. Thereâs a lot she didn't understand about her child.
"I have time." Reaching over, she brushed back the braids that had fallen off the girlâs shoulder.
"It's..." (YN) began, pausing for a moment before she continued. "Itâs called a third eye."
Neytiri tilted her head. "Third eye." She repeated. Not as a question, but rather a statement.
(YN) hummed quietly.
Neytiri examined the unfinished carving once again. "What does it see?"
"Things." The answer was short as it explained absolutely nothing. But if there was one thing Neytiri learn about her child was to be patient.
The young girl waited for a moment, to see if the older woman would push, or leave but she did not.
(YN) attention turned to the blade, how the metal shimmered in the hot sun, glinting off and reflecting her own image.
"It sees many things." She murmured softly as she turned her head aside, as if the image within hurt too much to see.
She placed an open palm upon Neytiri's lap, an indication that she wished for her project back, and a silent tell that the conversation was complete.
It was not. Not even close for Neytiri as she did not return the mask, but she flipped it over within her own hands.
"What kind of things does this third eye see?"
(YN)'s ears folded back, as if the question was an unsavoury secret that only she knew.
"Is it for a ceremony?" Neytiri spoke up, already prepared to narrow upon the truth.
"No."
"A hunt?"
The girl tightened her grip upon the blade. "No."
"To honour someone?"
"No."
Again, Neytiri's thumb brushed over the unfinished eye. "Is it a spirit?"
(YN) opened her mouth, but the words hesitated upon the gate of her lips. "... Not exactly."
That immediately caught Neytiri's attention. "Then what?"
A long silence followed. Too long as the bickering of her children sounded above it, the warm wind that blew through the branches as the calls of the wild sounded all around them.
Her daughter's gaze drifted downward, back to the carving knife that rested heavy in her hand.Â
"... There areâ" the girl began, her attention honing upon the polished edge. "âthings that, that people..." drifting off, the words died in the child's mouth, settling there like ash.
"The eye sees it all." But she forced the words from her mouth. And for the briefest of moments, her reflection stared back at her from the metal.
Neytiri watched as her daughter's face screwed, as if she was gazing upon something unsightly. Then she turned her head away once again. The movement was subtle, instinctive.
As natural as breathing.
But Neytiri noticed. She always noticed when it came to her children, especial this one.
The silence stretched into ribbons. It was the familiar kind. The kind that always made Neytiri feel as though her daughter had stepped somewhere beyond reach.
Cupping her childâs cheek, she drew her back. "What does it mean?" Her question hung for a moment before finally, (Y/N) spoke.
Quietly, almost thoughtfully. "It means, the one who's always there."
Neytiri stilled.
(Y/N)'s fingers brushed over the blunt edge of the knife. "Breathing."
A pause.
"Listening." Then another, "watching us enter this world..." Her thumb lingered over the tip of the knife. "...and watching as we return when all is said and done."
The sounds of the forest suddenly seemed so distant. Neytiri stared at her daughter. Something about those words unsettled her.
Not because they were wrong, but because they lacked the warmth most carried when speaking of Eywa.
There was no joy. No comfort. No devotion.
Only certainty.
As though she were describing something she seen for a very long time.
"What do you think of Eywa?"Â The sudden question slipped out before Neytiri could stop it.
(Y/N) blinked.
For the first time since the conversation began, she looked genuinely surprised. "What do you mean?"
Neytiri struggled to explain.
Most children answered that question immediately. They spoke of connection, life, love.
The Great Mother.
But something told her, her daughter would answer differently.
"I do not know."Â Her daughters voice softened.
"You speak of her differently than Kiri."
At the mention of her twin, (Y/N)'s expression shifted. Not unhappily, but simply thoughtful.
"Kiri feels her."
Neytiri nodded, encouraging her to continue. "Yes."
Another pause.
"I don't⌠not like her. Not like that." The answer came without hesitation. No shame. No bitterness, just fact.
Neytiri frowned. "You do not feel Eywa?"
"I know she is real." The response came immediately. Certain and absolute.
"I know she listens."Â Her fingers tightened slightly around the neck of the carving knife.
"I know she watches."Â The certainty remained, but then something darker crept into her voice.
"And I know that she knows I'm watching her too." That sentence hit harder than Neytiri expected, a shiver crawled across her skin as her breath stuttered within her chest.
Not because the words were disrespectful. They were not. Ad yet something about them felt so, so wrong.
As though her daughter did not speak of Eywa as a child speaks of a mother.
But as one observer speaks of another.
"But that does not mean I understand her."
Neytiri felt her chest tighten. "Or trust her?"
(Y/N) didn't answer. Which was answer enough.
For several moments neither spoke.
The sounds of the others drifted toward them once more.
Spider shouting.
Lo'ak laughing.
Tuk squealing.
Life continuing around them.
Watching as the girlâs chest rose then fell. "I can't even tell you why I'm..." the sound of her daughter's voice wavering, for the first time, she was seeing a side sheâs never know.Â
Eventually Neytiri looked back down at the mask.
At the eye.
At the shape designed to cover every inch of her daughter's face. And a different question surfaced. One she had been wondering since she first saw it.
"Why does it need to cover your face?"
(Y/N) froze.
Only for a second but it was enough. Neytiri immediately regretted asking. Not because the question was wrong, but because she recognized that reaction.
A wound. A hidden one. The kind her daughter carried quietly.
"Ma." Her voice was soft. Uncomfortable.
A warning.
Neytiri's chest ached.
"You have worked on this for many moons." Her thumb brushed over the carved eye. "It is important."
Silence and then, "it is."
Neytiri waited before finally, she asked, "why hide your face?"Â
The sounds of her siblings echoed in the distance. For a long moment, (Y/N) simply stared at the mask within Neytiri's hands.
At the smooth wooden features slowly taking shape by her hands.
When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "It is easier."
"Easier than what?"
A long pause hung above them before (YN) reached over, taking the mask from the older woman. Repossessing the craft back into her forging hands.
The girl didn't answer, never elaborating as she returned to chipping away at the wood.Â
And somehow that made it far worse.
Because she did not know what her daughter needed protection from. The thought frightened her more than anything else she'd heard that day.
And as Neytiri watched her daughter resume carving.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Small pieces of wood fell away with every movement.
Patiently.
Deliberately. As though she were not creating something, but it was as if she were shedding everything she did not wish to see.
Cutting off pieces that felt more like a burden than a gift. And for the first time, Neytiri wondered if the mask was not meant to hide her daughter's face from the world.
Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
TW: Dark content! Dubious consent! Virginity loss! Suicide threats! Suicide! Accidental death! hair pulling, teasing, taunting! neglect! Purity culture! Maiden head checking! Aemond is not a good husband, Reader is surrounded by red flags. Aegon trying to sleep with his brother's newly wedded wife.
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âMomma-M- Momma!â Your boy stuttered out as he waddled over to you on his chubby feet, you immediately dropped everything you were doing, a big smile creeping onto your face as you spread out your arms. âHey buddy!â You picked him up with ease and raised him in the air. âHow is my big handsome boy?â He giggled as you pulled him in for a flurry of kisses to his little chubby face. His little laughter was music to your ears.
Your two year old son was the light of your life. âWhat did you do with Nanny today?â You questioned as you went over to the plush sofas of your room, the sun was beating down from outside, the beautiful city of Volantis where you lived as a wealthy woman. âHhmmâŚ!â He huffed, searching the table full of his little drawings, handing you one particular picture that stood out to you.Â
A big chair, one with a spikey back rest.
âHey BuddyâŚ. Where have you seen this before?â You questioned but he merely shrugged his shoulders, he wasnât able to talk as much as youâd had liked, he could talk, you knew this but it was always more of the case where he simply just chose not to. You decided to put the drawing down and hand him his stuffed animal before wandering over to the balcony to enjoy the hot sun on your skin. Looking over your little estate, your little home.Â
Flowers bushes that hung from balconies, palm trees spread out across the garden, you even had your own little water garden built, a shallow pool and a large one so that you may enjoy a dip on particularly hot days like this. It was still early in the morning though, no need to rush things, youâd wait until the mid day when the sun was high in the sky. Perhaps until, youâd pick some fruit growing from your garden.
âMy lady- My lady!â One of your maids cried running toward you, breaking out into sweat.
âIlaya, calm down.â You reassured me by taking the girl by her arms. âCatch your breath⌠tell me whats wrong-â
Just then, a large roar could be heard from over the city, startling both you and Ilaya. Your son began to cry from the frightful noise, causing you to quickly rush over to him and pick him up. âShuuuu- it's okay, you're okay!â Then from outside your window, a dark shadow loomed from outside the city. You and your maid went to the balcony, your son in your arms as you spotted a great beast land from outside the city walls.
âOhâŚ..fuck.â Your eyes practically popping from your skull.
Vhagar.
âMy ladyâŚ?â Ilaya asked, unsure of how to proceed. You quickly turned to her, never more serious than youâve ever been. âHave the servants pack up the treasury, pack a few of our clothes, we need to leave the city NOW!âÂ
You had a feeling this day would come, but you also had a feeling he would forget all about you and go about his life like you never existed. You dressed you and your son up and grabbed your most valuable possessions. âPrepare the horses!â Thankfully, this was not the only home you owned, taking note from descendants who have not yet been born, you set up a myriad of homes around Essos, first Pentos, then Volantis, now you were off to Mereen.
You got on your horse, having Ilaya pass you to your son as she got on her own horse. âHave my possessions passed through Irrarro, heâll know where to send them, me and my son must leave immediately!â
âI shall join you shortly my lady!â Ilaya proclaimed as you took your steedâs reins. âForward Sunset!â She neighed, the clapping of her hoofs going forward as you roared towards the gate of your estate.
âHALT!â You heard shouts from outside your gate, you heard more shouts before hearing the sounds of swords slashing and blood being spilled. You quickly halted Sunset, before turning around. âQuickly, this way-â The gates of your illustrious estate burst open, men in armor rushing forward on their steads, your heart in your throat as you tried to look around for a way out but the soldiers had you surrounded.
Your son was in tears at this point, you could only hold him close to your chest.
Soon he appeared, donned in black armor and a red cloak that spread down the back and front of his armor. His Sapphire eye hidden by his eye patch and his long white hair had become even longer than what you originally remember, his handsome face never changed. He rode in on a white stallion, a dark circlet on his head with blood diamonds.
You hide away your baby with your cloaked and swallow down your fear. He simply smirked.
âWife.â
You breathe through your nose, regaining your composure as you watch him carefully.
âHusbandâŚâ
âSo⌠this is where youâve been hiding, I must say, I am impressed you managed to evade me this long.â
âJust- leave us alone!â You cried, your horse backing away from him. âWe have nothing for you, find yourself a new wife and leave us alone!â
âNothing? Hmm, funny⌠really funny.â he chuckled, just then, you noticed he had no one but two swords at his side. Blackfyre and Dark Sister. âYou are my wifeâŚ. And that is my child youâre hiding from me.â
âHEâS NOT YOURS!â You cried, in a desperate attempt to discourage him. âI- Iâve been with him! Iâve been with many- heâs not-â
âYou can play the fool as much as you please, but never think of me stupid. Before you left, Iâve always had eyes on you, it is how I have found you now. It would not do if I, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, left his Queen in a foreign country with his trueborn son.â
Just then Ilaya was escorted out of your home, a shameful look on her face and it was there you knew who the rat was. âIlayaâŚ.?â You muttered.
âForgive me, my lady.â she choked, guilt in her voice.
The next thing you knew, your son was snatched from you and you were dragged from your horse, your babe was handed to you your estranged husband who took off his cloak, revealing his locks of curly white hair, you screamed, trying to rush forward, to take your son back but you were quickly restrained.
To live in the world of G.R.R.Mâs novel was not an easy one, youâve read of characters who have suffered worse fates than you, but this was the cruelest thing that has happened to you yet, it wasnât fairâŚ.
It wasnât fairâŚ
âAEGAL!â
âI think we should break up.â
You looked across the table at your boyfriend, he had a cup of coffee in his hands and he seemed a little stone faced for your liking. You had expected this from him. âWhy?â You simply asked.
âI donât think our relationship is going anywhere, we both have different ideas of what we want for our future but-.... Donât get this the wrong way, I still love you.â
âBut youâre not happyâŚâ You answered, he nodded his head. You put your own cup down and fold your hands. âIf I'm being honest, Iâm glad you brought this up.â
âYou are?â He asked.
âBecause in truth⌠Iâve felt the same way.â You said. âHuhâŚ?â He replied. Both you and your boyfriend have been together for three years now, it was your first romance that was all flowers and sunshine, you thought youâd always want to be with him but as the two of you grew older, your likes and tastes have changed. You both wanted different things and it felt wrong to change each other.
âI think it would be better if we break up.â
âS-So, that's it? You're not going to fight for me?â He stated, that puts you off. âYouâre breaking up with me, why would I fight for you?â
âWeâve been together all these years and you're gonna just let it go?â
âYou just admitted to me that you're not happy with me, why would I keep you around?â You held out your hands to gesture your point, he wasnât making any sense. He huffed, taking his money for his portion of the bill and slammed it on the table. âHave a nice life, (Y/n)...â And with that, he got up and left.
You were gobsmacked. He broke up with you and had the gall to act offended when you werenât torn up about it. âFucking menâŚ.âÂ
After staying in the cafe a bit longer for food and drink you went home to your apartment, thankfully, your boyfriend never left any of his stuff at your place so there was no need for him to come over and pick anything up. You needed to relax.
You took a shower, put on some asmr fire on the T.V, poured yourself a glass of bubbles and read one of your favorite books, Fire and Blood. For a good few years, youâve been enraptured by George R,R, Martin and his series- A song of Ice and fire. After completing his last book, you went on to read âA knight of the seven kingdomsâ and Fire and Blood, a complete history of the Targaryen dynasty.
Agh, to live as a lady of the court. Some of your favorite characters were Rhaenyra Targeyren who never went anywhere without being dressed in diamonds and pearls, dressing in purple and maroon as the true Queen she was. Queen Visenya who rode Vhagar, wielded Dark Sister and helped Aegon take the seven kingdoms and Queen Alysanne, the voice of reason for Jaehaerys who was a good king but a dad- not so much. She changed a lot of Westeros thanks to her Womenâs court, removing the right of first night for lords all over westeros.
You were a bit ashamed to admit it but you also had a crush on a one eyed prince, Aemond Targaryen. An absolute monster with no mercy for anyone who got in his way but it was because he was so deliciously evil, it made you want him more.
âWhy canât you just existâŚ?â You moaned.
The bell to your apartment rang and you got giddy. âYes, my food is here!â You opened the door for what you thought was the delivery guy but-
â(Y/n)!â Your ex cried, dropping to his knees in front of you. âWhat are you doing here?!â You gasped. Snot dripped from his nose as tears fell from his eyes. âPlease, babe, take me back! Iâm sorry I broke up with you- Iâll do anything, I canât live without you.â
âAre you seriousâŚ?â You demanded, astounded. âYou just broke up with me a few hours ago and now you want me back- what is wrong with you!?â You shouted.
âIâm sorry, I was stupid! Please, let's work it out!â
âNo..!â You gasped, looking down at him. You tried to shut the door but you got between the door and its frame. âDonât do this, look- just calm down. Go to your momâs tonight.â
âIf you donât get back with me, I swear Iâm gonna kill myself!â he shouted, that took you back. âDonât fucking make threats like that, I mean it!â
âOr what? What are you gonna do?!â He roared.
âIâll report you to the cops and theyâll lock you up in a psych ward- look- just go to your momâs, you're not yourself!â
âPlease baby, you're the only one I wantâŚ. Just say youâll get back with me and Iâll-â
âNo! Okay? No, that ship has already sailed. Iâm going to call your mother and tell her what's going on, just calm down!â
âI lost you forever, didnât IâŚ.?â He muttered, you didnât respond, you wouldnât humor him anymore than you have. âLook, just-â
*Slice!*
You hear the sound of something penetrating the gut, the sound of gore youâd hear from horror movies. You looked down and saw that your Ex stabbed himself in the stomach, blood leaking behind his shirt and onto your titled floor. âWHAT THE FUCK!?â You screamed.
âIf I canât live with you babe, Iâd rather dieâŚâ he cried, falling to the ground. You quickly picked up your phone to call the authorities but-
âNo power?! Are you kidding me?!â You cried, you had to get an ambulance here as quickly as you could. You ran out your apartment and banged at your neighbors door. âHELP! SOMEBODY HELP!â You screamed but no one answered, you looked over at the stairs before running over to go to your downstairs neighbors for help. But before you even made a four steps-
You fucking slipped.
And down you went, tumbling against the hard stair, banging your head multiple times before you made it to the bottom of the stairs. Blood pooled around your head and your vision getting dark, you whined and whimpered, trying to get up but every limb felt dead. âHelp⌠somebodyâŚ.â but no one answered.
And soon, you found yourself passed out on the ground.
â(Y/n)..... (Y/n).....?â
Your eyes snapped open as you shot up from where you lay. You gasped for air, looking around your surroundings, the first thing you see is a man sitting by your bed, looking stunned that you woke up â(Y/n), my child- calm down!â
âWhat's going on?! Where am I?!â You cried, trying to get out of bed, but the man quickly grabbed your arms. âCalm yourself, you are alrightâŚ!â You looked at the strange man, he looked like a character youâd see out of Game of Thrones. He wore a red doublet and black breeches. He had golden hair with a beard and eyes filled with worry. âMy child, how are you feelingâŚ?â
âI-I-I-! I donât know what's happeningâŚâ
âYou are still dazed from your accident⌠stay put, I shall call for the maester.â He stood up from his seat and quickly hurried out of the room. You looked around in awe, walls painted red, large windows with white flowing curtains, your bedspread was made of a fine silk, red and gold. Twitching at your hands, you couldnât help but notice how soft they were. âWhat the hellâŚ?â
You quickly made your way over to a nearby vanity where you sat down and looked at yourself. It was you, but something was different. You felt⌠thinner, more frail. Your skin is soft and supple, Your hair has never felt so silky or voluminous, long or-
âIâm a blondeâŚ?â You questioned. Picking at your hair while noticing your perfectly manicured nails.
Just then, you were hit in the head, not with anything physically but- mentally
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âPapi! Papi!â You squealed as the man from before picked you up and spun you around.
âI request the favor of the beautiful and fierce (Y/n) Lannister!â A knight asked as you tossed him a flower crown from the booth you sat at.
âYou are such an embarrassment.â You said as you threw wine at a Lady of your fatherâs court, she had made a sly comment that did not go unnoticed by you or the other ladies which sent her fleeing the ball crying.
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You were a Lannister⌠put not during the time of the storiesâ current events, no, this was 129 AC, the year year of the dance. âLord Jesus in heaven, save my soulâŚâ You whispered. Just there, you were hit by a flash of memories that did not belong to you. Of a character that never existed- what isâŚ
âOh my god! I transmigrated!â You gasped. Youâve seen many shows, anime, comics and manhwa of girls who read their favorite stories or play their favorite games only to be transported to that specific universe. Isekai or whatever they call it, you were here! In fire and blood- you were-
âFuckâŚâ You muttered. Should have gotten into more romance and comedy stories. The âasoiafâ universe was the last place you should have ended up! A world where its creator, George R R Martin had absolutely NO mercy for any of his characters. You will be lucky to survive unscathed but thisâŚ? The Dance of DragonsâŚ? What would you do..?
âDaughter?â voices called as three people entered the room, The maester in his supposed robes, your âfatherâ Jason Lannister and your âmotherâ Johanna Lannister. You straighten your posture which comes naturally to you, odd. âMotherâŚfather.â You answer. Your mother comes to embrace you tightly. âOh my sweet child, you made me worried sick.â
âThe young lady has not eaten enough food, this is why she has fainted to begin with, she must maintain a nutritious diet if she wishes to remain healthy.â The maester said.
âDaughter, you are to join us for dinner and I expect you to eat everything on your plate.â Your father said as he left the room. Huh⌠that when you think about it, this version of yourself would only eat certain things on her plate, practically nitpicking at them. Was she a picky eater?
âWell, you do seem to be enjoying the food.â Your mother said as you tried your best to not stuff your face, you had one plate, then a second and now a third. The food was surprisingly really good. You thought since it was medieval times, they wouldnât have any flavor or spice, but then you remember Corlys Velaryon, the sea snake who made his fortune by bringing spices to Westeros.
âWhy did you not eat in the first placeâŚ?â Jason asked as you quickly washed down your palate with a cup of wine. You tuck your handkerchief and pat your mouth clean. âI was feeling self conscious⌠I feared I might have been eating⌠too much food.â
âA reasonable fear.â Your mother said. As you might imagine, not many people thought that large women were considered attractive, such was the beauty standards of medieval settings. Still, she could of atleast assured you that they didnât care what weight you were. âDaughter, we are extremely glad you have awoken, we have feared weâd have to send news to Kings Landing that you would not be able to come.â
âKings Landing? What for?â You questioned.
âDearest, you have not yet told her?â Johanna scolded, Jason perked up in his seat. âOh, of course.â He cleared his voice, what was he going to tell you? âMy darling daughter, we have received word from the King and Queen, they wish to propose an alliance of marriage between our two houses.â
Wait, what?Â
âMarriage⌠me? With⌠House Targaryen?â You choked
âCan you believe it, my princess?â Your mother smiled, hand clapping together in celebration. âYou will finally be a princess, my marriage.â
âWho am I marryingâŚ?â You asked silently. Hold up, could it be- was it possible-
âPrince Aemond Targaryen, the King's second son.â
You dropped your cutlery, shock appearance on your features. âI know, heâs no first born and he isnât in the line of succession-â
âYEEEESSSSSSSSSS!â You screamed, jumping out of your seat, taking them both by surprise. You punched the air and began to do victory dance. You have won! You have won life. Aemond Targaryen, THEE Aemond targaryen, literally nothing could ruin this for you, nothing! The melancholic, fierce and bloodthirsty Aemond Targaryen, the rider of Vhagar, the MOST notorious Targeryen rider ever. The sapphire eyed- eye patch wearing, long silvered haired badass prince. You fell to your knees, looking out the window and into the setting sun.
âGOD! Remember when I said I was an atheist!? I WAS WRONG! SO WRONG! Do with me as you wish!â You laughed almost maniacally. You have dreamed many nights of this, to be with a man like Aemond Targaryen, you were gonna have so much fucking sex with him, you swore to god, you were gonna milk that man of his soul.
âWellâŚ. She certainly seems thrilledâŚ.â Jason looked at his wife.
âHopefully she isnât so publicly boastful when you two get to King's Landing..â Johanna murmured.
âWe sure are taking a long time, aren't we?â You asked, looking outside the wheel house, still nothing but forest as far as the eye could see. You and your father had been traveling across the country for nearly a month, stopping at various castles in between, the heat being impossible as you fanned yourself.
âIt is never a pleasant journey, believe me daughter. At least when we get there, you can get settled, Iâll have to make the trip back home as soon as the wedding is over.â
âAt Least my uncle will be there, right?â You asked.
âOf course, he is the reason we could make this marriage possible. He serves as master of ships for the small council and he will be your helping hand. You must always listen to your uncle, he will help you navigate the court of Kingâs landing.â
âOf course father.â You replied.
âThink of him as me, youâll barely be able to tell us apart, itâll be like I never left at all.â He chuckled
âBooâŚ!â You said sarcastically, making him laugh. âBut on a serious matter, this may be the most important alliance our house will ever make, you children will not be princes or princess but they will be of the royal blood and that is what is most important, meaning-â
âThey can lay claim to dragons.â You answer.
âYes!â He boasted, glad you were on point. âWhen you marry the prince, you must make it your duty to becomeâŚ. Familiar⌠with him⌠often.â
âFamiliar?â you questioned.
âYesâŚ.it is.. A duty that all young women must perform when they are married. Your duty to provide the Prince with as manyâŚ. Offspring as your body can handle⌠its-â
âI can tell this conversation is going in a very awkward direction.â You noted, no way was this man trying to explain the birds and the bees to you, he looked red in the cheeks, not looking you in the eyes. âIf it were any other- marriage I would not speak of it, but this is the royal blood we are talking about so-â
âIt's okay! I know!â You gasped, not wanting him to continue. He looked astounded. âYou know..?â
âYes, mother told me what I should expect.â You werenât that stupid, in your life before you transmigrated, you had lots of sex with your ex, but no one could know that, girls who were defiled before marriage were shunned and stoned and beaten and- you should stop before you got ahead of yourself.
âShe did?âÂ
âOf course, I know how important this alliance is, father⌠mother told me that I should strive to encourage the princeâs favor by any means necessaryâŚ.â
âO-OH! Yes, of course, she did.â he said, clearing his voice. Just then, you smelled something pungent in the air and you were forced to cover your nose. âUGH! Good heavens- what in the name of god is that smell?!â
âThat my darling is the smell of Kingâs landing.â
The two of you approached the capital and you were in awe at the sight. You were here, where Aegon the conqueror and his sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys landed. Where they first started their conquest of the seven kingdoms.
Kings Landing was everything you imagined, there sat the dragon pit on the hill of Rhaenys, The Grand Sept on the hill of Visenya and of course, the infamous Red Keep on Aegonâs high hill, you could not help but giggle in your seat. âRemember daughter, as excited as you are, you must remain poised, refined. You will soon be a princess of the Royal family, you must act like it.â
âOf course father, I shall keep your words in mind.âÂ
The wheel house door opened and the guests laid down a small step ladder. Your father came out first and went to take your hand, as you descended, you noticed the ground and stopped. âWhat is it?â he questions.
âIt's muddy⌠oh⌠I donât want my shoes or dress to get ruinedâŚ. Are there any boots I could wear for the moment-â
âOI! Servant boy!â one of your fatherâs men yelled, startling you. âGet something for the Princeâs bride to walk across immediately!â he barked. Within seconds, a plank was placed down in front of you. You could get used to this.
Soon you and your father made your way through the Red Keep, eyes all on you, everyone greeting your father as the warden of the west and you, the soon to be bride of Aemond Targaryen. You were led to the apartments of the small council, there you saw a man organizing his desk, he turned around and smiled. âBrother!â The two men embraced, clearly missing each other after spending so far apart. The master of ships then turned to you.
âDearest Niece.â Your uncle greeted, bowing his head towards you. Your father was right, he did look alot like your father, guess that's the beauty of twins. You smiled and wrapped your hands around him, taking him off guard. âMy gratitude is all for you uncle, I shall never forget you were responsible for my happiness.âÂ
âWhat a charming young lady, youâll make a fine bride for the prince.â Said a female voice, entering the apartments of your uncle and father, a refined woman dressed head to toe in green and a dornish night following closely behind her. Alicent Hightower, Matriarch of the green faction and her sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole.
Your father and uncle quickly bowed and you gracefully curtsied. âMy Queen, My niece, Lady (Y/n) Lannister. Niece, her Grace, Queen Alicent Hightower.â
âSuch a beautiful girl.â The Queen smiled, this was like, better than any fanfic youâve ever read.
âYour Grace, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for accepting me into your home and your house.â
âYour Grace, if you donât mind, where is Prince Aemond?â Your father asked.
âSer Criston?â The Queen asked, looking at her sworn protector. âI do believe he is taking his daily flight on Vhagar.â
Awww, he spends his spare time with Vhagar, that is so adorable! Another thing to love about your precious prince! âDear heavens, it is getting quite late.âÂ
âIndeed, Iâm afraid we will not be able to dine together tonight, but fear not, we shall feast and celebrate together after their wedding.â
Oh pooie, that means you wonât see him for another night- or⌠youâll see him for the first time at the altar! AGH, that would be so much more romantic! Heâll see you for the first time as his bride. Tomorrow will be the most magical day of your life! âMy dear, will you come with me?â The Queen asked, offering you her hand. Now sure if it's what your father or uncle would want, you quickly look at them and they nod their heads.
You arm interlocked with hers as you traversed down the hall with the Kingsguard two steps behind you. âSo what of your education?â She questioned.
âWell, I can read and write, I am familiar with mathematics and I am quite fond of such books containing history.â You mentioned history because you knew you beloved was quite the history geek as well.
âThat is wonderful, but.. I am referring to your knowledge⌠of your.. Duty.â
Oh, that's what she wanted to know
âMother has given me theâŚ. Run down of what I am to expect⌠I am told it willâŚ.. Hurt.â
âOnly for a bit, it is the way of all women when they are married and knowing my sonâŚ. He will be gentle.â
Your first time didnât hurt, you and your boyfriend did a lot of foreplay before the actual act so by the time you both were done, you had only bled a little, no pain noticed whatsoever. She led you to a room and you were taken away in awe. A large bed lay in the center of the room with long velvet drapes that hung around the canopy.
A large vanity, all your chests that contained all of your clothes and large windows with white linen curtains that blew into your room, reminding you of the one scene from the Great Gatsby, a myriad of sofas and chairs around a little table, most likely for you to congregate with the ladies. And of course, bear skins laid about the room acting as carpets. Your uncle must have had the room decorated for you. âIs this all for meâŚ?â
âYes, you will have separate rooms but will spend your wedding night in his room.â
âMy lady, we are ready.â Said a man in robes, the queen gestured for you to lay down on the bed and you slowly did. âKnees up.â He ordered. You did so, what the hell was he doing? The stood by your head, Ser Criston was outside the room and the maester-
âWOAH!â You yelled as you felt two fingers pull apart the lips of your vulva. âWoah- Woah, Woah! WOAH!â You quickly jumped up, startling them both and backed yourself into a corner. âHey! I did not consent to have my no-no square touched by a MAN who isnât my HUSBAND.â You announced, putting your hands over your lower body.
âMy lady, this is standard procedureâŚâ The maester said, you think this was Maester Orwyle. You looked between him and the queen before replying- âStandard procedure? How is touching me there standard- I thought the whole point of being untouched was that no one was supposed to touch me until my wedding night!â
âGrand Maester Orwyle is not doing anything that could harm your virtue my dear, when you marry into the royal family, we must check your maiden head to ensure it is intact. I have gone through this procedure myself when I was younger and so must you.â The Queen assured, approaching you.
âI know how difficult⌠and embarrassing this might be for a young lady such as yourself, but fear not. Iâm here to look out for you.â
You breathe through your nose, quickly nodding your head before laying back down on your bed, you feel the manâs finger pull your vulva apart and you hold your breath, squeezing your eyes shut. âJust pretend you're at your gynecologist, just pretend you're at your gynecologist.â You repeated in your head. That the person looking inside your vagina wasnât an old man but your friendly female doctor who always makes you comfortable whenever you visit her.
âIâm all done.â The Maester said before removing his fingers and getting up to wash his handles. âYour assessment?â The Queen asked as you sat up. âIâm happy to report that Lady Lannister is as fully intact as her father promised.â
âVery good.â The Queen nodded, giving the doctor leave. That was way more embarrassing than you had imagined. âNow then, the maids will prepare you your bath and your meal, rest up, you have a big day tomorrow.â Soon the Queen left you alone and the maids came to aid you, what a day.
Are you ready my dear?â Jason asked as he locked his arm with his. âNot really⌠but I have until the rest of my life to prepare.â You said. The two of you watched the doors open up before you walked through. Many Lords, specifically the crown lands, had come to see you and the prince. You noticed the King was not in attendance, you know he was in poor health around this time so you really couldnât blame him.
Then you saw him.
At the end of the Sept, by the High Septon looking exactly how you imagined him to be. Long flowing hair, a sharp jaw, tall, broad shoulders and the eye patch to cover his sapphire eye. (You really hoped you would see it soon) You could not help but smile brightly, you were literally living the dreams youâve always had since you were a little girl, marrying a prince! Not only that you were marrying your most favorite character ever!
Your father handed you off to your intended place before going to stand in his place. You made eye contact with him, your soon to be husband and he stared down at you with curious eyes. You could hear the Septon speak yet his words went through one ear and out the other, all of your undivided attention on your intended, wrapping you in his cloak to bring you under his protection and soon-
Taking his hands in your, they felt so big and strong- you wondered how they would feel around your neck-... you were getting too far ahead of yourself. You were just meeting him and you were already imagining him choking you. His fingers interlocked with yours and you almost gasped, such an intimate and yet bold display of affection!
Speton wrapped a ribbon around your interlocked hands as you both repeated the words.
âHe is mine and I am his, from this day til the end of my days.â
âShe is mine and I am hers, from this day til the end of my days.â
Soon his lips joined with yours and in that moment, you could have died a happy woman. His lips were soft against yours, moving gently against yours. His hands held yours tightly but not squeezing but more of a caressing hold. The cheers of the Lords and Ladies still continued as you and the prince pulled away from each other, a small smile on his face. The next thing you knew, you and your lord husband walked hand in hand to the wheel house by the sept, the small folk cried out in celebration.
You couldnât help but feel like Princess Diana.
The servants opened the door and your Lord Husband assisted you inside before entering himself. You heard two bangs before the wheel house took off. You sat across from him and he, you, you noticed his face dropping, his smile from before dropped and you couldnât help but feel a tiny bit awkward. Perhaps some light conversation?
âPrince AemondâŚ. It's nice to finally meet you after all this time.â
âHmm.â He hummed.
You tapped your fingers together. âNot a man of many words, I seeâŚâ
âHmm.â He hummed again.
âThat's okay, if you want, I can do most of the talking⌠like you're the prettier one out of the two of us. And the smartest, and the strongest and the most-â
âOr perhaps you stop talking and we continue this ride in silence.â He spoke and you halted your rambling, a feeling of disappointment overcoming you. âYes sirâŚâÂ
Once you all arrived at the Red Keep, you all enjoyed the reception in the throne room, it was your first time eyeing the massive structure, it was everything you had ever imagined. You and your husband sat together at the head of the table, usually there is to be a dance between the Groom and Bride but not once did your husband offer his hand for you.
â(Y/n), my sweet. Do come over here!â Your father called, you left your seat and joined your father who stood by your uncle and a few other girls. âDaughter, you remember your cousins.â
Distant cousins, last you check, Tyland had never married nor did he sire any children so these cousins were more than likely from distant branches of the family. âChrysha, Elanya and Dasina!â You rejoiced, thankfully you remembered them, they seemed surprised you remembered them. âThey have come all the way to serve as your ladies in waiting⌠along with a few other members of House Hightower.â
âOf course father.â
Soon, Lord Otto Hightower approached you, two other girls following along with him. âPrincess (Y/n)â He said, a sudden wave of excitement overcoming you as you tried your best to hide it. âMy Grand nieces, Maralynn and Madilyn Hightower.â Two twins rushed over to you and bowed. âYour highness.â they said in unison.Â
So now there are five ladies waiting for you.
âI am glad to have you all in my company.â
You looked up at your husband to see if he was paying attention to you, but atlas, his eyes were focused ahead of him in the room and not on you. âMy good sister.â A voice said, appearing from the crowd was a man with a short yet shaggy mop of platinum blonde hair, he wore green from head to toe and two deep purple eyes, you could immediately guess who this was âPrince Aegon.â
The usurper, the man who robs his sisterâs birthright and takes the Iron throne. It was strange, from the story, you imagined he would have a bit of a beer belly due to all the ale and wine he drank but no, he was quite lean, not as tall as his younger brother but fit nonetheless. âMay I have this dance?â
You knew you should refuse, after all it was your husband who should be dancing with you first but not once had Aemond attempted to come over and offer you his hand. All eyes were on you and had a feeling that rejecting him would not do you any favors. âOf course.âÂ
You took his hand and soon the two of you were on the dance floor, one of his hands on your waist and another taking your hand, you placed your free hand on his shoulder as the two of you began to dance. He had a smug look on your face and you could only guess what he had planned. âDonât you two make a happy couple?â
âWeâve only been married a few hours, good brotherâŚâ
âBelieve me when I say, my adorable younger brother has no idea how to treat a woman, no less a woman yourself.â
âI believeâŚ. We can figure it outâŚâ You replied as he spun you around. âIf you must know, I am privy to anyone who wishes to join me in my bed.â
âBut⌠you're married.â You knew this man was a whore, there was no denying. You knew he loved his whores, well not loved them- he liked to fuck. That you knew. âMy wife barely misses me⌠but I have a feeling you and I⌠could have a great time. If your interested.â
âMy Prince.â You halted your steps, taking his hands and putting them down.
âRespectfully, you and I are our in-laws by marriage. I am your brotherâs wife and you yourself are a married man, it is not my position to judge what goes on your marriage to Princess Helaena⌠but pleaseâŚ. Do not attempt to make a dishonest woman of me on my first day of marriage, because I will always choose my betrothed, that is my duty.â
âWell spoken.â Said a familiar voice, from behind, Your husband appeared, his hands behind his back. Your brother in law chuckled. âAemond, spying on me and your new wife?â Aemond took your hand and you went to his side. âMy dear, I think it is time for us to consummate the marriage.â
âOf course, husband.â You replied as the two of you walked away.
â(Y/n), my darling good sister! If youâre ever in need of real pleasure, my door is always open!â He yelled, attracting a few eyes but you two pressed onward, leaving the throne room and up the stairs to Maegorâs holdfast where you entered the Royal apartments and into Aemondâs chambers. He locked the door and you sighed in relief.
âWhat made you so stressed, was it my brother?â He questioned strutting over to you. âI feared⌠that weâd have some sort of bedding ceremony.â
He chuckled under his breath. âBedding ceremony?â
âI just figured cause⌠they had me lay down yesterday to see if I was still a virgin.. So I had a suspicion theyâd do the bedding ceremonyâŚ. Yâknow⌠to make sure weâd..â
âUnfortunately for them, my pride would not allow me to let others watch me sully my bride on our first night together, I told them not to bother..â he uttered.
So he was thinking of you! You had to thank him! And you just knew how.
âMy prince.â You unlaced your dress before letting it drop to the floor, along with your underclothes. You took out your hair accessories and let your hair all fall down. There you were, exposed to the prince in all your glory, his face remained stagnant though. âThis will be our first night as husband and wife⌠â
âSo it shall be..â He said, unbuttoning his doublet, but before he could finish, you got down on your knees. âWhat are you doing..?â He questioned.
âIs it not the duty of a wife to please her husband, if you want⌠I-â
âGet up.â He commanded. You immediately stood and you could detect a look of annoyance on his face. âHave I⌠displeased you..?â Oh fuck. You fucked up, you fucked up. You fucked up. You were too desperate and know youâve betrayed yourself as someone too desperate for dick!
âKnow this, you are my wife. You are here to do one thing and one thing only, provide me with children.â
âO-Of course⌠my prince⌠I knew that.â You answered as he took off the rest of his clothes. He was ripped, a six pack at least with strong biceps and large lean pectoral muscles. A prominent collarbone and a v shaped pelvis that went down to his genitalia, he was uncircumcised which was expected since this was medieval times circumcisions werenât invented yet but besides that, it was a good size and you could live with that.
You remember your ex, he went to the gym regularly too, he was fit but not on the level Aemond was, this was literally your dream come true. âTell me⌠what were you just about to do?â he asked in a deep husky voice. You swallowed.
âI-It was a technique my⌠older cousins told me about..! To please their husbands- I thought⌠this is the sort of thing men want from their wivesâŚâ
âYou⌠are not a whore. Only whores do that kind of thing.â
âOh⌠if.. That's what you wishâŚâ You said defeatedly. He gently pushed you over to the bed and you sat down. âI only wished to please youâŚâ You muttered.Â
âMaybe some other time, right now, let me see you as you are.â Using his finger to make you lay down, your head reached the other end of the bed as he crawled on top of you, taking his fingers and caressing his fingers against your cheek until they reached your neck. âWhat soft skin..â He muttered.
âDo you want to hurt meâŚ?â You asked in a shy voice.
âWhat makes you say that?â He asked, looking down at you with his violet eye. You reach up to touch his face but he quickly grabs your wrist, tightly. âI just get the feeling⌠you kinda.. Like it roughâŚâ
âRough, you say.âÂ
âCan I see itâŚ?â You asked, eyeing his patch. âYour sapphire eye, Iâd like to see all of you tonight..â
âSuch a selfish request..â He muttered but alas, obliging your wish as slipped his patch from your face. There it was, illuminated when the light hit it, just a deep blue looking back at you, it was so shiny, you could see your naked reflection in it. âWowâŚâ You mouthed.
He proceeded to take your legs and hoist them up. âW-wait!â you protested.
âWhat? Donât tell me you suddenly donât wish to perform your duty.â
âI-I do! It's just that, we have all night to do it, wouldnât you like to take things slowlyâŚ?â
âWhy would I want to do that? I wish to make this quick.â
âB-But- we should take the time to enjoy ourselves, we are husband and wife now, duty isnât the only thing that makes a marriage work-â
It was like your words went in one ear and out the other when you felt him slide his shaft into you, freezing up at the sudden penetration. âW- Wait!âÂ
âShut up.â He growled, a hand slamming down on your throat, you felt him squeeze the tips of his fingers digging into your skin harshly. âYou are my wife, I shall have you any way I want, now be quiet and let me take what is mineâŚâ The way he growled in your ear, calling you his, it made you shiver, his hand never left your throat as he slid further into your cunny, your legs quaked, it wasnât like anything you felt before.
Your new body wasnât prepared for the intrusion and it felt like your uterus was being torn apart. âHu- husband please! Not so- it hurts!â You cried. You could see his eyes roll back, you could see him enjoy the feeling of your opening, tears rolling down your eyes. âPlease-! I- I donât like itâŚ!â You wept.Â
You could hear him chuckle darkly, his free hand creeping up to grab one of your tits, squeezing harshly. .
âI must sayâŚ. Iâve never been with a virgin before⌠I can certainly see the appeal nowâŚâ He smirked, he leaned down to meet your face with his, two fingers pinching your nipple tightly, making you squirm and unconsciously squeeze his shaft with your virgin cunt. âSo fucking tightâŚ.â
âA-Aemond⌠please⌠be gentle with meâŚ!â You wept, you felt his hand comb your scalp before grabbing a lock and pulling out it, making you cry more. âWhat's wrong? You suddenly donât want me to be roughâŚ.â He slid out of your pussy, slowly while keeping eye contact with you intimately before slamming his cock back inside. âI get itâŚâ
âA-Aemond..!â You whined, making him groan more. âYou just wanted to act like a big girl, didnât you?â, suddenly he took both your wrists in each hand and pinned them beside your head, he cracked his head until you heard a crack echoing from it. If this were any other situation, youâd totally be dripping for him, but at that very moment, you were terrified. âI- I love you⌠I- I do..â You croaked.
âDo you nowâŚ?â He chuckled, pulling his cock back and slamming into you again making you cry out.
âGo on, you're such a big girl, use your little words and tell me why..â And with that he began to slowly thrust himself into you, making sure his eye never left yours. You knew you couldnât resist him, you canât. Still, it didnât mean you had to let this experience become miserable for you. âB-Because.. Youâre my husbandâŚ! You the m-man Iâll spend the rest of my life with- oh! What wife doesnât love her husband?â
âSo I can treat you how I like and youâll still love me~?â
âI want you to love me tooâŚ!â You cried, using a sudden burst of energy to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, despite the pain. He halted his thrusting to humor you. âPlease my Prince⌠weâll have children one dayâŚ. And all children want parents who love each other⌠donât you?â
His smirk left his face before he analyzed you or rather your words. You couldnât possibly know what he was thinking, he let go of your wrists and softly cupped your face with him. âDo you truly wish for me to love you?â
âYes⌠I will love you unconditionally until the day I die, that is my promise⌠my prince..â
âThen you must do what I say.â
âYes.â You said.
âThen silence yourself.â He muttered before pressing his lips to yours, you held him closer to you, hands running through his silver locks as began to fuck you, pain stakingly slow, feeing every inch of his cock worm its way in and out of you as your lips meddled, together. His tongue pressed out, pressing against your lips, you pried them open and the next thing you knew, your tongues had begun to dance together. He took your one leg and held it up while your other one curled around his leg. His hand went in between your shoulder blades as the two of you danced in passion.
âWifeâŚ.â He growled against your mouth before leaning down to your neck and peppering it with kisses. Now this was the kind of stuff you were looking for. His thrusts began to go faster and faster. You gagged, you clawing at his back as if desperately trying to hang on to him. âThink youâre a big girl nowâŚ?â He cackled.
You felt a pair of teeth latch down on your neck, making you squirm.Â
âYouâve got a long way to go before you're big enough to take me on.âÂ
The little kisses turned into lascivious bites, scattering them about your neck, shoulders and collarbone as if trying to mark you. âI-Iâm-! I'm gonna- ah!â You felt yourself release all over his cock, your legs quaking uncontrollably, a wave of euphoria and joy washing over you, making your back arch and letting the pleasure take over.
Nothing ever beats your first orgasm, nothing ever beats your first high. Youâd never thought youâd be able to have another orgasm like that after your first one with your ex, but here with Aemond Targaryen, your favorite character in a body that has never had such pleasure.Â
It definitely beats your first from your original life.
The one eyed prince took both your legs and raised them higher, thrusting inside fast and harder as your walls convulsed around him, âF-Fuck!â He growled, your back arching as he shot his hot white seed inside of your womb, it practically burned you from the inside and in the moment you grabbed his hand, feeling him hold you tightly as you both came down from your highs.
âThat wasâŚâ You tried to say but he only removed himself from the bed and began to dress himself, your heart dropped. âW-Wait a minute! Where are you going?â You asked, he slipped his eye patch on and threw on his doublet.Â
âOur duty is done and the night is still young. Rest well wife.â He said, throwing his hair back before unlocking the door and leaving the room, you were in shock. He literally gave you the best fucking ever and he just- leaves?! No round two, three or four?! You look down at the covers to see the blood on the bed and to see the blood that coated your thighs. Sure it hurt but it was Prince Aemond Targaryen so you could forgive him for being rough, that was just his character, you canât fault him for how he was written but to just get up and leave after all was said and done.
âFUCK!â You shouted, throwing the covers off the bed and banging your fists against the mattress.
Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
TW: Blackmailing, Infidelity, violence, threats of violence, feelings of insecurity and self loathing, making fun of older men because fuck the patriarchy.
AN: Sorry I disappear for seventy five thousand years, But I am a uni student and those essays weren't gonna write themselves. If it makes you feel better, I only have one exam left and I'm all yours :)
Masterlist
Aemondâs feet rushed him forward, his heart pounding in his chest as he rushed through the holdfast, at first, he couldnât understand what was happening, it was all occurring too quickly. How was it that he was only gone for one night and his wife suddenly had more power then him. It was not only unfathomable but extremely unfair.
First the chance of being heir is snatched from him, then the Lord commander of the Kingsguard is imprisoned, and now his Grandfather has been dismissed from his position and sent packing from the capital. He had to find out what was happening. Rushing towards his motherâs apartments where he saw two guards standing firmly by her door, anger flushed him as he stomped over.Â
âWhat is the meaning of thisâŚ?!â He growled, standing face to face with the guards. Both were of solemn face, trying to not let the prince intimidate them. âBy orders of his Grace, your mother is to be held within solitary confinement.â
âOn what charge?!â He demanded.
âNone, your highnessâŚâ The guard replied. âIf it is his graceâs wish then it must be done..â
âI will see my mother!â He demanded.
âOh! You can see her, my prince, sheâs just not allowed to leave the room.â The other guard said, bowing his head. Aemond paid him no mind, simply barging the door down and using his one eye to scan the room. He could hear hurt and sorrowful sobs. By the window and on her loveseat, his dear and precious mother was crying her eyes out. She looked exhausted- like she had lost ten years of her life in the few short hours he had been gone.
Yet, when she looked up at him, hope had reignited in her eyes, a surge of power flowing through him as she called out his name. âAemondâŚ!â She wept, rushing forward and into his arms. Hiding his joy with concern as he held his beautiful mother tightly and close to him. âMother- do tell me what is wrong! Why has Aegon done this to youâŚ?â
âIt's that wife of yours! That horrible- treacherous girl!â She cried, holding him tighter. Normally, he would smack the shit out of anyone who talked about you as such but this was his mother and she wouldnât say anything unless it was true. âWhat has my wife done..? What has (Y/n) done to you mother?â
âHelaena and AegonâŚ. She has turned them against me, son⌠your brother and sister are both ensnared in her web- they will no longer say a word to me! She has made vile accusations against me⌠and your brother takes her word over mineâŚ!â
âWhatâŚ. How could theyâŚ?â He muttered.
âBecause he is obsessed with her! We both know this- and Helaena⌠she is convinced your wife is her friend- yet she has convinced them to have me and Ser Criston locked up!â
âWhere are they holding Ser CristonâŚ?â Aemond asked, hoping his mother would know something.
âAegon has him sent to the black cells, the darkest one- we must not let anything befall Ser Criston my son, he is the only one protecting us and we must prevent him from facing the King's Justice!â
âI will find Ser Criston and speak with him, I promise you mother, I shall not let anything happen to him, I will convince Aegon to let him live.â
âPlease son- your family's only hopeâŚ!â She begged and with that, Aemond quickly made his way out the door.
As Aemond approached the entrance to the dungeon, he quickly stopped when he heard the sounds of armored boots and heeled ones approaching. He quickly concealed himself, looking out, he saw his wife, as regal as ever, although she was dressed down, she possessed an aura of pure indomitable strength.
Her High ponytail was down yet the bottom fell freely while the top was braided tightly with the ends forming a ponytail. She wore a different dress, this one with a neckline reaching her neck, the material looked like leather dyed black, two golden pauldrons rested on her bare shoulders with small golden chains dripping down your bare arms and four connecting the pauldrons to each other.
A honey brown fur shawl was wrapped around your arms as you and an armada of guards followed you obediently, the soldiers at the door did not hesitate to open the doors for you and your men as you walked in, a smug look on your face.
âWife⌠what are you up toâŚ?â He growled, waiting for you to disappear into the dungeons before he followed you in, simply staring down the soldiers as they quickly let him in too. His steps were as quiet as they could be. He did not bring a torch, not wanting to give himself away, instead, following the light from the torches your guards held, following them deeper and deeper into the dungeons.
The air was stiff and cold, he could hear the mumblings of prisoners gone mad in their holdinging.
Yet his focus was set on you.
âSer Criston, how lovely to see you~!â You smiled as your and your guards stopped outside the Kingsguardâs cell. Just like his mother, Ser Criston looked exhausted, his head remained down as he kneeled pathetically on the floor. âWill you not give the hand an answer? How rude.â You stated.
âThe HandâŚ? What are you talking about?â
âOh! Did you not hear the excellent news? Just last night, we waved bye-bye to Ser Otto- a sad-teary eyed goodbye it was but it was necessary! He was an old man⌠and we have no use for old men.â You sang as if you were telling a funny story.
âOh, and do you like this badge of mine? Aegon gifted to me and I thought- it's not the best gold Iâve seen but any gift from the king is a gift worthy for me~â
Cristonâs eyes widened. âYour-â
âThat's right! You are currently speaking to the new hand of the King- yea me!â You giggled, clapping your hands, you stopped for a moment before looking at your entail. âEveryone clap right now.â
Without second thought, your guards began to clap their hands as loudly as they could, you laughed some more. Like something was funny before you stopped and your guards stopped. âWell- is someone going to get me a chair or are you going to let a pregnant woman continue to stand like this??â
On of them quickly disappeared down the corridor, Aemond hid himself once again as the guard grabbed a nearby chair, usually used for torture as he quickly retured to you and plopped it right down in front of Ser Criston. You smiled, patting your guard's helmet as you comfortably sat yourself down in the wooden chair, stained with dry blood. âI like having guards! Never understood what the fuss was about, having guards until Aegon assigned them to me! Great lads they are~!â You cheered.
âWhy have you come to see me⌠Princess..?â
âPrincess? Oh come on, donât be like that- its your Lady hand now- it rolls off the tongue great it does, fills me with joy that I am the first woman to ever be appointed as Hand of the King! Iâll go down in history and my legacy will set a precedent for all young girls who aspire to be something more than mothers and wives when they grow up, amazing- isnât it?â
âWhy have you come⌠my lady handâŚ?â Criston asked, annoyed.
âStraight down to business I see? I can respect that although you may not like what I have to sayâŚâ You shrugged as you leaned forward, making sure he was paying attention. âYou see⌠fucking the kingâs motherâŚ. That's a quick but efficient way to get on his graceâs bad sideâŚ!â
So this was the lie you conjured up? Aemond was seething, to think his mother and Cole- it was inconceivable. Criston was always loyal to his mother and his mother was always loyal to his father. He had never seen any such behavior that would suggest that his mother or Ser Criston were intertwined that way, it was not possible.
âWhat shall you do with meâŚ? Have me gelded⌠sent to the nightwatch⌠have me beheadedâŚ?â
âSer Criston, just who on the sevenâs green earth do you think I am?!â You chuckled, putting a hand to your heart., pretending to be wounded as you fell back against your seat. âI am a woman, soon to be a mother of a beautiful baby- it is not in my nature to be so cruelâŚ. But as Hand- that's a different story!â
You perch one leg over the other as you relax again in the chair. âYou see Criston- youâre not the only one that is guilty- so is your beloved Queen Alicent.â
âHer grace is guilty of nothing-!â He shouted.
âOh really? Huh, so when I send this letter- oh where is it-?â
âHere, My Lady Hand.â Your guard said as he handed you the letter, you smiled. âThank you Jon.â You unfolded the letter. âWhat is thatâŚ?â Criston huffed.
âA record of people who have seen you and the Queen beingâŚ. Intimate..â
âI never-â
âOne account says they saw both you and the Queen going at it in her chambers- right after she cared for her husband one night, the other states that you talked to your Queen of poison, specifically ones from your homeland in Dorne.- poisons a dornishman would be familiar with and of-Â one account of the Queen talking shit about her husband to you, wishing he was dead so you and her could be together!â
âThis is false! All of it, we never saw each other until-!â He stopped himself before he said anything more and you smirked, wagging your finger at him.â Ah-ah-ah my good Ser, donât give yourself away now~â
âYou canât prove anything! No one saw us because it never happened!â
âOh noâŚ? Mmhhh⌠perhaps⌠but the positive side to being a Lannister- is that the gold mines never end, and I have more than enough gold to have anyone I want say the things that I want. What do you think will happen when people discover that the Dowager Queen and her loyal kingsguard were having an illicit affair- so full of passion and vigor- the two of you no longer wanted anything to come between you two- so you, the Dornishman acquire a certain stock of âmedicineâ that puts the beloved King Viserys to sleepâŚ. Permanently~â
âYou are mad⌠you wouldnât-â
âNot only would that mean the end of you- but for your beloved Queen, sleeping with a man who is meant to remain chaste- betraying her husband the king by sleeping with the man meant to protect him and conspiring to *Gasp!* murder him in his bed! Not only will this be detrimental to Aegonâs rule but Alicent- what do you think will happen to the Dowager when she is found guilty of conspiring against her husband and the realm?â
âWhy are you doing this?!â Criston shouted, putting his face up to the steel bars, you chuckled, placing your foot on the spot beside his face, uncouth and rather rudely. âBecause I want you to understand it's not just your life on the line here⌠but your beloved Alicentâs as well.â
âPlease⌠just kill me⌠Iâll take any punishment you inflict- just please⌠donât hurt herâŚJust kill meâŚ.â
âYou see, that's the thing Cole⌠youâre more valuable to me alive than dead. I donât know how to lead an army or to fight battles⌠but you do, You put Aegon in this mess- Iâll do anything to get him out of it- even if it means destroying his own motherâŚâ
âYou think he will forgive you if you do this to him!?â He scowled.
âPerhaps not ... .but heâs too obsessed with the need for my praise to care- the little king is like a puppy actually! So adorable, always does what he is told when I tell him to do something⌠besides- what he doesnât know canât hurt him~â You smirk, folding your arms.
Cole was seething. âYouâŚYOU are the spiderâŚI thought the bitch Queen was ruthless but-â
âWell you can just suck my dick then!â You barked, standing up and putting your foot higher on the wooden bars, looking down on him like the insect he was. You âthinkâ Rhaenyra is bad- but when I am done with you⌠sheâs gonna look like a goddamn angel in comparison⌠you want a spider- Iâll give you one- every time you do shit I donât like, Iâll make sure your beloved Queen is the one who suffers.â
âYou canât!â he begged.
âThe choice is yours Ser Criston, you can both happily stay afloat on the ship, together and happy- or Iâll sink it to the bottom of the narrow sea- and her screams will be the last thing you hearâŚ.â
âYouâŚ.evil bitchâŚ.â
âOkay, boys, ready the torture equipment, I want to get the loudest scream from her yet-â
âNO!â Criston screamed, bowing with his head to the ground, his hands shaking. âPlease, not her, anyone but her- please donât! Donât hurt her- pleaseâŚ.â
âSer Criston⌠Iâm hearing the wrong things, tell me exactly what I want to hearâŚâ
The man growled in frustration, his shoulders sinking into himself. âI- I am at your disposalâŚâ He choked, giving up, You grinned and crouched down. âYou will return to service in the next hour, your cloak restored and everything- this time, you report back to me, no more plotting with the Queen or anyone else- because if you do- I will find out and Alicent will be the first to pay before you can even blink.â You threatened before you stood tall again.
âWell then!â You smile, gleefully, clapping your hands. âI need to hurry on, being hand is busy work! Make sure you have a good bath before meeting the new kingsguard, not the best I reckon for the guard but Aegon wanted them there so- I guess that's something- you will be in charge of disciplining them, okay? Okay! Great! See you at the Small council meeting!â
You walk in Aemondâs direction as he quickly conceals himself again. You and your guards walk past him, not even noticing him as you exit the dungeons. Aemond could only sit in his hiding spot, reexamining what he heard, you made Cole Crumble and now he was useless to him. His mother- after that conversation, it was easy to note you did indeed have dirt on them and had both Queen and Lord Commander in the palms of your hands.
âYou know, I must sayâŚâ Your uncle muttered as Chrysha poured him some tea. He was on the opposite side of your desk- yup your desk in your office! A dream of yours from your previous life now being fulfilled in the next. It was great. A few months ago, Otto was talking down to you about Aemondâs ball but now youâve taken his job- hah!
âI have never heard of anyone in my life⌠going from a cupbearer to the Kingâs hand.â He muttered as you organized the papers on the desk, Otto wasnât the most organized when it came to being hand. You smiled proudly as you handed Chrysha some of the papers you had sorted through. âI wish for this set together in section G, these in section J, got that?â
âYes my Lady Hand~â Chrysha smiled as she got to work sorting the documents on the shelf.
âSection..G..J?â Your uncle sounded out as you put your hands together. âYou wouldnât believe how unorganized this office was! Everywhere in a random place- Iâve had to sort through everything and then label each and every document from A to Z and Iâve had to sort through the scrolls and tomes and rearrange them alphabetically- and this place is dull- very dull.â
Suddenly, a group of men appeared at your office door.â Excuse me my Lady Hand, the plants you wanted?â
âYes- bring them in!â You cheered.
A vase of hydrangeas were placed on your table and other plants such as a weeping fig with its twisted and gnarled base, dwarf umbrella trees that hung from little nooks on the book cases and spiderworts that fit neatly between tiny spaces on the shelves and bookcases. âSee, isnât that better, gives the room a lot more life!â
âNiece, please tell me- what exactly happened with you, the King and Ser Otto..â Your uncle asked as he leaned forward so the workers would not hear him, you smirked as Chrysha brought over some makeup and began to lather the purple bruise in a light pigmented ointment on the bruise area. âOtto has simply been on the job for far too long, Aegon thought I could do a better job than him.â
âOtto has years of experience and wisdom- what makes you think you can do a better job than the man that has served three kings in his lifetime?â Your uncle demanded, you held your hand out, making Chrysha stop.
âBecause I have a heart, uncle. I know that may not seem like alot for you and all the other men in the council but it does for Aegon. I know Iâm not as smart, not as strong or as brave as them but I care. I care so much about the King and his family and so far Iâve been the only one protecting them so tell me uncle- why canât any of you do the same?â
âYouâre just a girl⌠I canât protect you if you become too embroiled in thisâŚ!â
âRespectively uncle, I can protect myself and that's what Iâve been doing since Aegon became King.â
âBut you were his cupbearer then- you had his favor! Naturally any one with a brain would know not to mess with the kingâs favorite no matter how unseemly it wasâŚ!
âDo you really think Aegon would have made me his Hand if I was just another nice face with tits?â You scoffed, eyeing down your uncle, waiting for him to clock what you were saying.
âYouâŚ.â
âWhile you all sat at the table- trying to corner him, I had given him points on what to say before he even entered the room, while he sat on the throne, addressing court- I whispered in his ear while sitting in his lap like I never wanted to be there, the whole idea of becoming the Kingâs cupbearer was mine..â
âMy niece- conspiring against meâŚthe council!â He warbled, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.
âNot really conspiring if you're on the Kingâs side. I had Ser Otto sacked⌠the Dowager Queen Isolated from the rest of the court and now recently- the Lord Commander of the Kingâs guard at my beck and call after sending him to the black cellsâŚâ You smirked, examining the Quill in your hand.
You looked down at your uncle with an intimidating grin. âTell meâŚwhat do you think I could do with your job? Ser Jasperâs or Maester Orwyle?â
âAre you threatening⌠me?â
âHeavens no! You're my uncle- Iâd never threaten you!â You gasped, acting offended for one second before leaning in with a melancholic face. âInstead- I am offering you a choice. Be on MY side. No more conspiring with the others, Aegon may be king but he fully obeys every word I say and what I say goes so- do we have a deal, uncle?â
You had a defeated look on his face as he stared at the table, not knowing what to say, muttering and stumbling over his words.
âUncle, it's a simple question, yes or no.âÂ
âYesâŚ.â
âGood, now off you go, I need Chrysha to put on my face before I meet with the council.â You said as Chrysha got back to work, covering up the bruise that layered half your face. Your uncle left and it felt like you could finally breathe. âWhy do men have to be such assholes?â
âBecause- they donât know how else to be.â She shrugged her shoulders before continuing her work. âI really love the hydrangeas by the way, it really gives the room a pop of color.â
âI know right! I swear- If I was ever Queen, this whole place would have flowers everywhere. This keep can be super depressing, Iâd want peacocks roaming about, a fountain in the courtyard and flowers hanging from every arch and balcony there- do you see my vision?â
âI do- it would be so much more pretty than all these seven pointed stars and religious imagery everywhere- like it just feels like it's too much!â
âExactly. Some of these Lords and Ladies just need to touch grass every now and again.â Chrysha laughed at your joke as she finished applying your face. âWhat do we think?â She asked, positioning the mirror.
âPerfect, how are we doing for time?â
âStill have a bit of time before the council begins, would you like some more tea?â
âNo, it's alright. Princess- over here girl.â You call as Princess got up and did a big stretch, her back becoming super long as she hopped out of her huge bed and trotted over to you, using her claws to climb up your dress and into your lap. âGood girl, it's time for your daily constitution.â You state, handing her over to Chrysha who let her coil herself in her arms. âMake sure you have a nutritious meal and a long walk around the gardens, I shall join you both afterwards.â
âYes My Lady hand, have a swell day at work~!â She giggled as you got up from the desk and made your way down from the holdfast, lifting your skirts as you descended the large stairs. At the bottom, you saw both Marston and Cayde sitting at the bottom, relaxed in their new kingsguard armor and white cloaks.Â
âBoys.â You sighed as they looked up at you. âLady Hand- how are you on this fine day?â Marston asked, leaning against the barrister of the steps
âBetter once you two fix yourselves, it's only your first day on the job and youâre lounging about!â You scolded descending the rest of the stairs as they both stood up. âWe were only having a restâŚâ Cayde muttered.
âHonestly, both of you. You know this job is for life- you should have told Aegon you didnât want to do it.â
âBut.. heâs the King. We canât exactly tell him no.â Marston said.
âI know that- but heâs also your friend. You gotta have a backbone sometimes- if not- heâs not gonna take you seriously.â You say, rolling your neck.â Besides, the last thing you need if Ser Criston catches you like this, heâd have your neck for it.â
âThankfully our Lady Hand is more forgiving and generous..!â Cayde chuckled to which you smacked his arm. âDonât test me, remember I have the same authority as Aegon now and I just gave my uncle a warning, donât think I wonât do the same to you guys.â
âForgive us. Lady HandâŚâ Cayde muttered, bowing his head and with that, you walked away from them and over to the small council chamber. The doors were opened for you and the first person to greet you was Harden who nodded his head towards you. You lifted your skirts and walked toward the table, eying each man who sat at the table. âGood morrow, your grace⌠my lordsâŚ.husband.â You smiled, taking the marble ball from the center of the table before placing it before your seat and sitting down in the chair of the hand.
Your seat.
Fuck it feels good to say that.
You flip your hair over your shoulders, looking up at Ser Criston who once again was back by Aegonâs side. âLovely to see you, Ser Criston. I trust youâve done as requested.â You smirked. The man held back any look of contempt he might have shot back at you in place of humility and defeat. He knew you had him where you wanted him and there was nothing he could do. âYes, three new Kingsguard to replace those we have lost.â Aegon noted.
âThe last one needlessly some would say..â Ser Jasper commented softly.
Ser Criston, shifted in his stance. âSer Arryk was awarded the great duty of ending Rhaenyraâs challenge, he fail to discharge it-â
âSh-sh-shush..!â You interrupted, a finger on your lips as you looked up at Ser Criston. You place a hand beside your mouth as if you were whispering to a child secretly, but everyone could hear you and could see what you were doing. âThe real people are talking, shush.â It was evident that Ser Criston was furious but whatever rebuttal he had in store, he held it down for the greater good- even though he very much did look like he was about to smash your face in.
Oh well, thankfully you were the hand and he wasnât.
âOkay, first order of business-The Battle of the Burning mill, it's only been a couple of weeks and already we have houses fighting against one another.â You said, looking around the table, it was your husbandâs eyes that flickered with light, a devious smile on his face. âHouse Bracken took it upon themselves to attack the Blackwoods who declared for the pretender. Lord Samwell Blackwood is slain.â
âGood, first blood in our name.â Aegon cheered, toying with his knife.
âIs it really though?â You asked, taking a sip of your chalice, the other men on the table looking nervous. âYou do realize that both sides took heavy losses, right?â
âYes.. what about it?â Aegon chuckled and you raised an eyebrow. âWhat use do we have of a house that has not only lost half their numbers but disobeys their liege lord for the first chance to settle an old score with a rival? None I say.âÂ
âThe Blackwoods and the Brackens have feuded for centuries- as the princess has said, this is nothing more than an excuse to indulge their ancient grudges, not true war-â Jasper was cut off when Aegon slammed his dagger into the wood of the table. Silencing everyone in the room.
âCall it what you will, I call it war⌠and so will Dragonstone. The question is, what are we going to do about it?â Aegon demanded, looking about his councilmen for answers. They were silent for a moment before Grand Maester Orwyle spoke up. âWe send a raven to Lord Tully. These houses are his vessels, are they not? He must control them.â
âLord Grover Tully is a flacid old fool who canât control his cock in a cunny.â Lord Jasper noted obscenely before noticing the disapproving look on your face. âBegging your pardon- PrincessâŚâ
âDo you have any better suggestions, Lord Jasper?â Orwyle demanded.
The master of laws looks back at the King. âYour Lord Uncle Ormund marches from Old Town with the head of a great host, your grace. And your brother Daeronâs dragon nears fighting age- call on them to suppress the riverlands.â
âAh last, they are months away!â Tyland exclaimed. âMy Lord brother, Jason is raising a great army at Casterly Rock. In a matter of weeks, he will be able to harass the Blackwoods from the west!â
âShould we not aim to unite these armies and then strike as one?â Orwell demanded.
âAh! The great military mind of the citadel!â Your uncle mocked the maester. âDo remind me which chain denotes the art of-â As the two men bicker amongst themselves, you took it upon yourself to kick the table. Cups jolting and on the verge of spilling as the men flinch and hurry to grab them before spilling. Your husband gives you a curious look before you stand from your seat, overlooking the oldermen.
âDo any of you realize how pathetic it is? Here I am, sitting at a council with men whom I believed to be some of the greatest minds in the realm- yet I can not stop myself from feeling embarrassed for all of you. Each and everyone one of you are grown men yet here you are squabbling amongst yourselves like fucking toddlers and we are on the cusps of war! Ser Tyland, Lord Jasper- Maester Orwyle, I expect for you all to pull yourselves together- get your shit in order and have an adult conversation without bickering or else I will be resolved to find new councilmen who will, is that understood?â
âYou honestly think you can take my position from me girl?â The Master of Laws sneered.
âIronrod.â Aegon spoke up, his head turning to the man sitting beside him, a melancholic look on his face. âI may be mistaken- but it very much sounded like you were talking down to my Hand.â The King leaned into Lord Jasperâs face. âAre you talking down to my Hand?â
Ironrodâs face went pale as a ghost, looking at the master of coin, the maester, the Prince, Lord Commander and then you. He was completely alone in this and you had him by the balls. âNo- no! N-not at all! I sincerely apologize if it came out that way Princess- Iâ
âMy Lady Hand.â You interrupted, letting yourself relax back into your seat, a leg over the other. âUse my title, the one bestowed to me by the King, or is this an act of deviance intended for his grace?â
âNo! My Lady Hand, I am deeply sorry for offending you⌠I shall reflect and vow not to make such a mistake again..!â
âGood, now then. Ser Criston.â You clicked your fingers, having Ser Criston step forward. âYes my lady hand?â
âWhat are your plans? You are our general, I wish to hear your thoughts.â
âRiverlands are the key to the war.â Ser Criston spoke up, motioning towards the map on your side of the room. âHarrenhal is the key to the Riverlands. I will ride out with those I can muster here. Men I know, men Iâve trained.â
âMy Goodness Ser Criston.â You interrupted, sitting up in your seat. âI didnât know you knew so many people, had I known youâd already had a full army trained- Iâd assume you were trying to take over the kingdoms!â You chuckled sarcastically.
âI donât but speed is my ally. I will turn the crownland houses who have declared for Rhaenyra to our cause. We will add their numbers to our own and then turn west. Where I will enlist the Brackens, subdue the Riverlands and take Harrenhal.â
You looked over at Aegon who shrugged his shoulders and then at your husband who flipped a coin through his fingers, his eye on you. âSer Criston⌠if I didnât know any better, I would say you were on a suicide mission- feeling guilty about Ser Arryk? Desperate to run off to the seven heavens so you can apologize? Little late for that is seems~â
âWhat say you ... .my king?â Criston asked quietly, knowing that Aegon was still pissed at him for fucking his mother. The king twirled his knife in his hand before looking at Aemond. âWill you be taking Aemond and Vhagar with you?â
âVhagar will remain here.â Criston said. You noticed Aemond stopped flipping his coin and held back a smirk. âTo defend the city..â
âGood, to war then!â Aegon chucked, folding his arms. âIâll come too, with Sunfyre.â
âYour grace-â Ser Criston tried to say.
âYou'll need a dragon.â Aegon interrupted.
âMy plan is not to draw attention.âÂ
And-and what will you do if you encounter one or more of Rhaenyraâs dragons? Sheâll want an answer for Ser Arryk.
âWeâll be more likely to encounter one if we field one of our own-â
âThat is precisely why you must remain, brother.â Aemond said, twirling his coin between his fingers once more. âItâs a brave thought, but we can not risk your loss.â
You could see where this was going. Aegon was upset by your husbandâs words. âIâm as fearsome as any of them..â
âNo one said you werenât, your grace.â You place your hand on his shoulder motioning him to look at you. âBut in a war with dragons- size matters. No doubt you could overpower Prince Jacerysâ Vermax or Lady Baelaâs Moondancer- hell- you could possibly go toe to toe with Rhaenyraâs Syrax- but what if you were to run into either Caraxes or Meleys? Dragons that out class you in both strength and experience with two riders who have been to battle. If Daemon or Rhaenys see you- they wonât hesitate to bring you down- leave them both Aemond with Vhagar. They wonât attack with their dragons if we donât first.âÂ
Aegon grunted before unfolding his arms. âThe hand is wise, Ser Criston will proceed with his plans⌠however, I shall prepare for when I can no longer hide behind these walls and take the battle to them.âÂ
You offer him a smile. âVery good, your grace.â
You look over at Aemond and notice the grimace on his face. It was as clear as day to you he was attempting to egg Aegon on, make him do something irrational, not on your watch.
âQueen Alicent.â You smile, looking down at the dowager Queen who stuck her nose into one of her late husbandâs books, tales and histories of old Valyria. She quietly closed her book and looked up at you. âPrincess.â She responded.
âIâve come to have you escorted down to the courtyard, your brother, Ser Gwayne has arrived from oldtown.â
The Queen stood up from her seat, smoothing out the creases in her dress. âAnd Ser Criston?â
âWorried about your lover?â You smirk, strutting over to her, standing right in front of her with your hands on your hips. She huffed, not letting her melancholic face slip. âHe- He gave me comfort- one I could never receive from my own husband. You shame me for allowing myself a moment of reprieve with a man who cares for me? Ser Criston is a good man, he doesnât deserve this-â
âOh sure, yeah. Maybe if he wasnât so distracted when your grandson was getting butchered by thugs- but that's besides the point I guess. If you must know, Ser Criston has been freed and is currently back to serving as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the general of the army.â
âWhat?â She asked, almost stunned. âYou- You gave it back to him? But Aegon-â
âAegon does whatever I tell him to do~â You snickered, examining your freshly manicured nails that are particularly pointy and sharp. âSure he wanted to do a bunched of fucked up shit to your lover boy- but I found that he was more useful to me alive- you wouldnât believe how easy he breaks at the mention of your name~â
âWhat have you doneâŚ?â She demanded, her fists clenched to her side.
âNothing to concern your pretty little head about..â You booped her nose, making her stand back, a look of offense plastered on her face. âSer Criston will be leaving soon, why donât you give him a goodbye kiss and see him off?â You chuckled before walking out of the room, a string of laughs leaving your mouth as you strutted away.
In truth, Aegon knew of your plan to use Alicent and Criston against each other, at first he was against it, although he hated his mother at the moment, he could hurt her. But you reaffirmed that they didnât know you were bluffing. As long as you could get them to act the way you wanted them to, then they were of use to you.
You needed Cole obedient and you needed Alicent to shut up and keep her head down. The council flowed a lot smoother without their heavy influence and it was just the way you liked it. Sure, many of them were gonna think you were a sadistic cunt for this, threatening you mother in law, your uncle, everyone on the council but if you got people to take you seriously, to shut up and listen then you would do it.
Offense is the best form of defense and you had all your pieces in play, now you just needed Aemond to submit to you. That would be even trickier for you to figure out, Aemond would sooner take his remaining eye out then bow to you. You could offer him your love and undying affection again-
But where has that ever gotten you?
âYour Grace, are you in here?â You ask as Ser Marston steps out of the way and allows you into the Kingâs chambers. There you see Aegon, being fitted into armor that was far too big for him. âIt suits you, your grace.â Harden complimented as Cayde continued. âValyrian steel, worth more than a castle.â
âA sight to stir the passions, the conqueror reborn.â Harden smiled while the king huffed. âJust get on with itâŚ.â
âJust what the hell are you wearing?â You questioned.
Aegon turned around, a cup of wine in his hand as he gestured to his suit of armor. âI was given the conquerorâs name, and his crown⌠so I shall wear his armor to war.â
âA marvel to behold, isnât it, Lady Hand.â Cayde smiled, looking up at the silver haired king.
âIt's too big.â You said flatly, taking the cup from Aegonâs hand and drinking it yourself. He was taken aback. âWhat- (Y/n).â
âAnd it really doesnât suit you.â You shrugged. Harden didnât know what to say. âThat is the King, My lady hand, refrain from insulting himâŚ!â
âItâs called constructive criticism.â You say sitting in a chair and looking up at him. âThe armor is way too big for you, Aegon. It was made for a man twice your height and stature, by wearing his armor- it tells others you're trying too hard to be someone you're not and let's be honest, you may have his name and his crown- you could never be him.â
âThatâs very discouraging to hear, my lady hand.â Aegon pouted, clearly upset by your words.
âThe man who wore that armor before you conquered the entire continent, youâve only been King for two weeks and you havenât made any achievements or had any victories and by parading around as the conqueror, it only seems like you're trying to pass off his achievement as your own.â
âThen what do you suggest I do?â Aegon grunted, taking off his gauntlet and tossing it to the ground.
âYou're not the conqueror, you're the new Aegon- Aegon the rightful. A King taking back what is rightfully his, instead of trying to pretend to be the man who took over the kingdoms, be a man who is taking back what was stolen from him. wear something that is designed specifically for you, armor that compliments your body and figure.â You stood up and took his hand. âIt doesn't have to be Valyrian steel, just as long as it gets the message across.â
Aegon sighed, looking at a page boy. âGet the royal tailor and the smith, I will not wear this to battle.â
You could feel everyoneâs surprised eyes landing on you, what started out with mean critique which turned to flattering criticism swiftly changed the kingâs mind. As his armor was removed, you poured another cup of wine and handed it to Aegon, who looked more annoyed than relieved. âWhat is your business?â Ser Marston said at the door, walking in was Larys Strong. âThere are rumors that the King readies himself to fly to war.â
âWhat is it to you?â Ser Marston questioned, looking down at him. You heard the disabled man whisper something to the newly appointed kingsguard, but you pretend to not hear it âChin up, weâll get you something more flamboyant than this.â You chuckled putting the jug down.
Larys stumbled over to the king, bowing his head. âAn armor fitting Your Grace?â
âWhen the time comes, I shall fly to meet Ser Criston in the field.â Aegon replied, finishing his cup in minutes before handing it back to you. Larys with his voice small, looked at you for a moment before speaking. âA small imposition before you depart then, Your grace.â It only takes Aegon a moment to glance over at everyone before they all make way for Larys and Aegon to speak, you however keep yourself within ear shot while listening to the men speak. âThere are diverse rumors whispered amongst the streets of your city, once such your grace sends his forces to battle and in his courage and wisdom flies with themâŚ. Another is his grace was outwitted by his counselors and persuaded to fly to war with Ser Criston⌠so the Queen Alicent may reign in his absence with Prince Aemond at her sideâŚ.. Leaving his Hand vulnerable against themâŚâÂ
From the corner of your eye, you could see Aegon look conflicted by the manâs words, but the cripple merely smiled reassuringly. âAbsurd of course..â Aegon looked back at you for a moment but you avoided his gaze, simply pouring another cup, pretending you were listening in. âWho spreads these lies?â Aegon demanded. The cripple merely shrugged his shoulders. âMatters little, tales take a life of their own, like weeds- unless they are tended.â
âWell tend to them then.â Aegon whispered.
Larys began to walk away and you thought that would be the end of that. But Aegon once again spoke up. âLord Larys.â The man stopped to hear the King speak. âMy father always said he had no use for a master of whisperers- and yet, I find myself wanting for one. I should be glad of your talents.âÂ
âYou honor me⌠your grace..â Larys bowed before him before leaving the room. Yet you could feel a sinking feeling in your gut, for the life of you, your gut urged you to not trust a thing Larys was saying. You felt hands on your shoulders as Aegon pulled you back against his chest, a smirk against your ear. âHow about I tell everyone in here to fuck off so you and me can have a bit of fun? Put that title as âhand of the kingâ to good use~â.
You plastered a smile on your face before taking one of his hands and planting a kiss on it. âI love that idea- but something came up. I wonât keep you waiting~â You remove yourself from the king and exit his room, motioning your guards to come and follow you. You wrapped the furs closer around you as you descended the stairs and spotted Larys stumbling across the courtyard.
âSer Larys!â You called, making the crippling man stop in his tracks to look back at you. âMy Lady hand, you must forgive me for not properly greeting you, my business laid urgently with the king-â
âOh come now, no need to explain yourself to me. Youâre a busy man and the king just gave you an order, who am I to tell you what to do?â You smiled, clasping your hands together as the new master of whisperers looked at you curiously. âYet, you have stopped me here and nowâŚâ
âI just wanted to congratulate you, master of whisperers now- a seat at the Kingâs small council, weâll be seeing more of each other now.â
âYes⌠it would be my honor to serve both his grace and you⌠thoroughlyâŚâ
âBut I must ask..â You chuckled, folding your arms. âYou know a view of rumors and yet- that's all it takes to be qualified as master of whisperers, what else do you have to offer us, Lord Larys⌠besides a few rumors?â
The crippled smirked, leaning in. âKnowledge. Knowing certain things before your enemy doesâŚ. Holding key information that can turn the tide in your favor⌠learning secrets that could ruin any man or woman if the wrong person heard themâŚ. Knowledge is power.â
âTruly?â You smiled.
âYes, like how quickly the kingâs cupbearer became his hand so quicklyâŚ. That before the war he lusted after his own brotherâs wife so hopelesslyâŚ. And during those times when the princess flew off with King on his dragonâs back- it makes one wonder if the seed planted in the garden belongs to the gardenerâs spouse- but atlast- such rumors can be halted at my discretion.â He grinned.
This motherfucker was threatening you. Not on your watch.
âSeize him.â You commanded. Your guards were quick to jump him and he was taken off guard. Grabbing him by his arms and shoulders, ripping away his cane and holding him up right. âCut his throat.â You commanded. One of your men was quick to whip out his dagger before pressing it against Larysâ throat, all the while he struggled helplessly- âPrincess-â He tried to squeak.
âStop!â You chuckled, finding the whole situation quite hilarious. âI changed my mind, let him go.â Then men roughly let him go, making him fall down. âStep back three paces and turn around.â Your men did as commanded, Larys could only look up at you in horror as you put your hands together. âClose your eyes.â
You didnât have to look to see if they were telling the truth- you just needed Larys to believe it.
âPower is Power, youâd do well to remember that the next time you mouth off to me you old fool.â You kicked his cane over to him, craning your neck to look down at him as you stepped closer to him. âYou are free to try to intimidate me again as you wish- hell- you are free to spread whichever rumor you hear about me as you please. But I am not just the hand. I am the Kingâs good sister, I am the princeâs wife and soon the mother of his son. Spreading rumors about the royal family is punishable by death, and if those ârumorsâ aren't tended too- like his grace has commanded, all I have to do is point my shiny and well manicured finger at you and youâll be the one responsible for spreading it- do you understand, Lord Larys?â
âYes⌠Princess⌠I understand.â He announced, his head down, unable to look at you.
âGood, now go get that business done.â You demanded as you and your guards retreated back into Maegorâs holdfast. That interaction leaves you very irritated.
âWas that Lord Larys I just saw you threaten?â Chrysha chuckled as she joined up by your side, both of you laundering through the halls of the keep. âIndeed it was- He thought it was a good idea to get smart with me and well, needless to say, I put him in his place.â
âAs you should!â She piped up. âYouâre the Kingâs hand, insulting you is the equivalent to insulting the king. They think just because youâre a woman, they have no reason to fear you.â You could have chuckled at that sentence, folding your arms behind your back. âBeing the hand is quite fun.â
âWhere are we off too now?â Your Lady-in-waiting as you sighed. âHer Grace, the Queen. Jaehaerys has been getting better so I wish to check up on them both.â
âBut before either of you could go any further- Aegon was seen at the end of the corridor, chuckling before he hurried forward. âThere you are! Iâve been looking for you!â He took your arm and pulled you forward. âCome- let us go!â
âGo? Go where?â You ask, looking between him and Chrysha.
âTo fleabottom, me and the others are taking that new squire of mine to the finest pleasure house of the city- word is heâs never fucked a woman- hahahahaha!â He laughed like a kid and you could only look back at Chrysha with horror. âThis⌠wouldnât happen to be.. Jarack Florent, would it?â You questioned.
âOh course- who else? Sure he is a âŚ.distant relative⌠of mine but as his King- I must help educate him!â
âI donât know Aegon-â
âOh! Lady Chrysha, you shall come as well! I need someone to keep the men entertained while I entertain my hand here!â He laughed as he continued to drag you along, your protests falling on deaf ears as the King dragged you and your lady through the keep, all of you getting strange stairs from afar as you met Ser Harden, Marston and Cayde by the doors of the courtyard.Â
âLady Chrysha!â Harden cheered, wrapping an arm around your friend pulling her forward. âSo good to see you joining us. Weâll have this young lad join us if you donât mind~â he spoke flirtatiously as he gestured to Jarack who looked not only nervous but uncomfortable. âOh leave the poor kid alone- he ainât got no business going to a shithole like Fleabottom!â You snarled.
âOh come on my dear- donât be a dry shite!â Aegon chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. âYou should be happy to join us, it's not often such fine ladies such as yourselves can join a kingâs crusade!â The others laugh while you and Chrysha were handed cloaks and dragged towards the gate where you all entered the city.
The minute all three of you entered the tavern, the place went silent. People rising to their feet.
âAll hail the King!â Said a middle aged man with dirty silver hair. Everyone repeated after him as you, Aegon and the others entered the bottom level of a tavern. âDrinks for all- at the pleasure of the Crown!â The crowd cheered with joy as you all moved to the free table before you.Â
âSit down!â Harden laughed, forcing Jareck into his seat nervously. Everyone pulls up a chair to save you, acting rambunctiously like children- Aegon throwing crumbs of bread at whoever he saw while laughing callously. âCome on (Y/n)- pull up a seat!â Aegon cheered.
âIâm going to stand, if you donât mind. I need- options.â You merely said, Chrysha was about to follow you when Ser Cayde pulled her back down, telling her not to leave. You waddled over to the bar area where they kept all their ales and such. A blonde girl came to your service, kneeling before you. âMy Lady handâŚâ She said quietly.
âCan I just have⌠water, if you have any..â You asked, folding your arms as she reaches under the counter and pulls up a cup and a jug, pouring you your water. The girl had a solemn expression. âI know you..â You spoke, the girl looked a bit surprised when you said that. âUm.. no- I⌠You must have me mistaken for someone else-â
âYouâre Dyana!â You exclaimed, placing your hands on the counter. âYou were a handmaiden for Helaena and the children- what are you doing in a dump like thisâŚ?âÂ
âWhat are you doing in a dump like this?â She sneered before slapping her hands over her mouth. âMy lady- I never-!â
âNo- no- youâre not wrong- it's a fair point.â You sighed before leaning forward. âBut seriously, what happened to you? You were a great handmaiden- the children loved you- why did they let you goâŚ?âÂ
She looked down, her hands flinching together. âDyana?â
âHe liked my hairâŚâ She said softly, her gaze looking past your shoulder. You turned around to see Aegon still joking around with a lot of his mates with your unfortunate lady in waiting and the Kingâs squire. âSaid it reminded him of youâŚâÂ
Horror sat in your stomach as your heart sat in your throat. There was only one way to implicate what she meant and it set your mind ablaze. âDyana-â
âExcuse meâŚ!â Said a voice, the man from before slipped by your side, giving Dyana a chance to break away. You look over at the man- a grimy smile on his face as he bowed before you. âMy lady hand- it sounds weird it does, never have we had a lady hand- it makes me wonder what it was about you that made the King choose you-â
âI was JUST having a conversation with someone- do you not think it rude to interrupt someone when theyâre having a conversation?â You spoke harshly. The man held his hands up, a flash of fear sprouting in his eyes. âM-My lady- I never meant such offense-â
âWhat is your name?â You demanded, hopefully scarring this disrespectful piece of shit would be enough to put him in his place.
âUlf- my lady, Ulf the white.â He said, a little shake to his voice.
âHuh.â You say before taking Ulf arm. âWhere were you sitting?â You ask. He nods over to his friends at a nearby table. You shrug your shoulders before taking your cup and dragging him back over. âEvening men, mind if I sit?âÂ
All of them looked surprised as they made room for you. Ulf pulled you up a seat and you made yourself comfortable. âM-My lady, what brings you to our fine table?â A dornish man asked you nervously.
âThis man, right here.â You ask, patting Ulf on the back like he was an old friend. âI couldnât help but notice his rather dull hair- or is it?â You smiled, tossing an arm over the back of the seat. âUlf, is it? â He nods his head silently.
âIâm not in trouble, am I, princess?â
âOh no- I just wanted to ask, outta curiosity is all.â You smiled. âWho is your sire- or mother.âÂ
The man looked intrigued by this, a nervous smirk playing on his lips. âPrince Baelon the Brave.â
âReally?â You said, acting surprised. âSo- that would mean your brothers would be the late King Viserys and Prince Daemon?â You asked. He nodded his head as the others gassed him up. âThat is strange..â You say, pinching your chin.
âWhat is, My lady hand?â Ulf asked, a bit confused. âWell- rumor has it that Baelon was so stricken with grief after the death of his wife- he refused to touch another woman again- not ever Viserra Targaryen- the most beautiful woman at that time could seduce Baelon from his grief and yet somehow- he chose to lay with your mother- yes that is⌠quite odd.â
âYou calling me a liar?â Ulf asked, a mix of frustration and nervousness mixed into his tone. âHow do you know it was Prince Baelon that sired you? Did your mother tell you herself? I mean- with your silver hair, no one can really doubt you were a dragonseed but Baelon? The Prince who loved his wife more than his own sons-?â
â(Y/n)!â Aegon storned over to your table, most of the men there were about to pass out from fear. You turned around to face him and he looked annoyed. âWhat are you doing here?â he demanded.Â
âNothing your Grace- just getting to know the good subjects of Kings Landing is all~â You say in a sarcastic tone but he doesnât seem to pick up on it. âWhy did you not come to me?â He asked gruffly.
âYour Grace, Iâm with you most of the day- surely youâre sick of me at this point.â You chuckled. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms. âI brought you out here to spend time with me and the lads, not flounder about with mongrels!â
The men at the table tried not to look offended. âMongrels? Your Grace, these are your good people- it would be unseemly to call them that.â
âShe right yâknow..!â Ulf said, Aegon shot him a look and Ulf quickly raised his cup. âSer (Y/n) the Lionheart!â all of the other men raised their cup in your name and you shrugged. âAegon, perhaps you should knight me- Ser (Y/N) the Lionheart has a nice ring to it!â
âWhy are you the Hand?â Ulf asked out of genuine curiosity.
Aegon shrugged his own shoulders. âI like to sniff her hair.â
âAegon!â You exclaimed, cringing. âThat sounded so creepy!âÂ
âHeheâŚ. She does smell nice!â said the man next to you. You promptly lifted up your chair and moved away from him.
âCome on lads, let's get going!â Harden exclaimed they all got out of the seats. âTo the most grandest establishment in the city!â Aegon chuckled, taking your arm and pulling you up. âCome, this should be fun!â
As you were being pulled away, you looked back at the older men. âAnother time gentsâŚ.?â
The others had gotten ahead as Aegon tugged you along. âAegon- where are we going?!â You gasped as the place you walked through became more and more familiar.
âThat squire must learn to please a woman if he ever wishes to be a knight, after all, what women wants to fuck a virgin?â He chuckled as you both turned toward an establishment that looked familiar. âNO! Aegon- no!â
âWhat?â he asked gruffly.
âThis a fucking pleasure house!â And not just any pleasure house, madame Sylviâs. âI canât go in there- do you have any idea what will become of my reputation if Iâm seen entering a brothel with the fucking KING?! I will be ruined!âÂ
âWho gives a shit?â He sneered, taking hold of your waist, pulling you close. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. âYouâre my woman you are, we can do as we please and no one can say nothing to stop us..â
âThere you are! Weâve been waiting!â Marston called with a nervous Chrysha by his side.Â
The men burst into the pleasure house, Aegon swinging his arm around an even more nervous Jarack Florent. âLet us find you the madam- she is the master of all things pleasure. âHe began opening up curtains to find her and all you and Chrysha could see was a lot of penises and she practically had to cover her eyes. âOh my gods- that one was so humongous! I didnât realise they could be that big!â She cried as you hid her in your arms.Â
âDonât worry- let's just focus on getting out of hereâŚ!â
âAh, over here!â Aegon called as him and his mates opened up one curtain and all of a sudden, you heard his burst out laughing, an evil laugh you could recognise when he was mocking someone.
âAemond the fierce!âÂ
Your heart stopped. You donât remember who it was but one of them pulled you over and there you saw it.Â
Aemond and Sylvi together. Naked as the day he was born, he quickly sat up as Sylvi covered herself âYouâve come so far- and yet you still lie with your very first *snort* What a fine, sweet thing.
Aemond caught your eye and you caught his. You could see both the terror and humiliation within him as you saw him, you were never meant to see him like this and you wouldâve never have wanted to see him like this. âDid you fuck her like a hound? Haha- WOOF! Woof-woof!â Aegon continued to laugh
You felt sick, every fibre of your being wanted to be swallowed up by a black hole and cease to exist as Aegon continued to mock your husband. That one sentence brought you back to the first day of your marriage, when Aegon tried to humiliate you in front of your ladies. It was sickening, all of it.
âWhatâs wrong my lady Hand? Is this not funny for you as well?â Aegon chuckled.
You gave a grimace look before squinting your eyes shut and taking off your cloak and giving it to your husband.
âMy loveâŚ. Please cover yourselfâŚ.â
With this act of kindness, it took everyone by surprise. Here theyâve just caught your husband cheating on you and yet you still wish to spare him from humiliation. Then again, you werenât innocent either.
âMy loveâŚ.. My love?!â Aegon roared, getting up from the bed to tower over you. âThis twat has treated you like SHIT from the moment you two were married! He neglects you, he hurts you- gods damn it- HE CARVED HIS NAME INTO YOUR THIGHS- and you still defend him?!â
âHe's my fucking husband Aegon- and the father of my child! Youâre going way too far and you never know when to stop!â
âI do not know when to stop! And you wanna know what I know- he has never, ever given a fuck about you. It was about time when he got back to his whores after fucking you because youâve given him what he needs, not what he wants- you can NEVER be what Aemond wants- even if you died tryingâŚ!â he sneers.
You felt all eyes on you, you felt pathetic, you were pathetic. You came here to pursue one of your favourite characters and it all came flying back into your face. Tears leaking from your eyes.
âYou see now- my hand-â
âURGH!â It all came shooting up from your stomach, past your throat and out your mouth. Stomach acid burning your tongue and you puked all over your King, from his chest, all the way down to his breeches. Everyone stepped back in disgust as Aegon fell against the wall. âUgh- what the fuck?!â He cried.
You slapped a hand over your mouth before bolting out of the room, out of the pleasure house before finding an alleyway to puke up everything youâve eaten. It was all just hideous! HIDEOUS! Everything about this situation was downright awful and you couldnât stop it.
âFUUUUCCCCCCCCK!â You screamed.
âMy lady! My lady!â Ser Jarack and Chrysha ran towards you, concern painting their faces. âWe must return you to the red keep my lady..!â The squire reaffirmed and Chrysha nodded.
You shook your head. âI canât⌠I canâtâŚ!â You wept, leaning your head against the wall and folding your arms above your head. âI canât go back thereâŚ. There is not place for me thereâŚ. Not anymoreâŚâ
âWhat are you talking aboutâŚ.? Youâre the Hand-â
âI AM NOTHING!â You screamed, looking between the two of them, your face red with tears. âIâm not even supposed to be hereâŚ. This world shouldnât exist- the child shouldnât existâŚ..! Our death is inevitable⌠there's no escaping itâŚ. â
â(Y/n), what are you talking about?!â Chrysha wailed.
You look over at Chrysha, sniffling as you look between her and Jarack. âYou two should return to the west while you canâŚ. You guys would be better off, from here on, things will only get worse and Casterly Rock would hold your best chances for survivalâŚ.. Do it for me..âÂ
A man jumped from his horse and began to talk to another bloke. You stepped forward before pushing the man down, jumping onto his horse and riding away. âMY FUCKIN HORSE!â He roared.
â(Y/N)! (Y/n)- come back! (Y/N)!â Chrysha chased after you but you left her and Jarack in the dust.
Aemond was held up in his chambers the entire night. He could not sleep- shame coursed through his body and he began to reminisce about his failures. In truth, he never wished to fall in love, but he did. It was never about love but duty. He wanted to be the better son, to marry the daughter of a good and strong house and sire as many children to get a leg up on the others.
He thought you would simply live your own life, have his children and never speak to him outside social events- but he was wrong. You wanted him, all of him how he truly was and he threw it back in your face. If turning back time was possible, he would have done it. Turn back the clock and make the decision to love you as fiercely as you did him.
You would never have felt compelled to go to Aegon to seek affection, perhaps he would have argued against the war since it meant that much to you. It was that day where you asked him if you could join him on Vhagar- he knew how much dragon riding meant to him and only failed to realise how much closer it could have brought you two.
The fact you saw him like that, a pathetic little boy who craved a motherâs attention. Aegon was right, he craved that attention because his own mother never gave it to him and you certainly couldnât give it. He didnât want to see you as a motherly figure, you were his wife, he couldnât cuddle up to his wife like a pathetic little wimp- he didnât want to look like less in front of your eyes. But it was all over now.
Heâs no longer the big strong warrior in your eyes, the fierce rider of Vhagar or your brave husband.
Just one stupid and ugly disappointment.
âWHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS MY NIECE?!â echoed the screams of the master of coin. Aemond got up from his bed and dressed himself before rushing out of his chambers.
There Tyland Lannister stood at the bottom of the staircase, facing down Ser Harden, Cayde and Marston as they held up their hands. âCalm down Ser.â Harden demanded.
âChrysha and Jarack told me you lot dragged them to Fleabottom with the King! You are all responsible if something happens to her!â
âWhatâs going on?â Aemond demanded, putting on a brave voice as he descended the steps. The others lowered their heads, not meeting his gaze to his gratitude. But then Tyland shot him a glare. âYouâŚ!â He rushed forward but the guards stopped him âEase yourself man!â
âHe is the prince!â
âTHIS IS YOUR FAULT!â He shouted, all eyes locked on him now. âYou broke her heart! She carries your son and you break her heart! Because of you- she has run off!âÂ
Aemondâs attention is centred. âWhat are you sayingâŚ? She did not return to the Keep?â
âNO!â Tyland roared, pointing his finger. âAfter she caught you with another woman she fled! Chrysha and Jarack were up all night looking for her but no trace is to be found! YOU DROVE HER AWAY!â The master of coin looked at the Kingsguard with disgust. âAnd why werenât any of you watching her?! Is it not your duty to protect the members of the royal house?! Why would you bring her to that dastardly pit in the first placeâŚ?!âÂ
Aemond grunted, he knew what he had to do.
He changed into his gear and took his sword. He gathered up the gold cloaks and ascended onto his horse, a stern look on his face.
âMy wife, the Hand of the King, is missing! I want no stone unturned, no houses unsearched. My wife will be found or so help me I shall burn this city to the ground with everyone in it!â
Too many times he has failed you, failed to be the man you needed him to be. But no more- he would find you, he would save you and he would love you until his last breath.
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Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
TW: Trauma, survivors guilt, cheating/ infedelity, domestic violence, A lot of shouting and arguments, public execution (By hanging), hypocrites are gonna hypocrite, Aegon x Reader
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The bells rang wrong, signaling that dawn had approached, by the morning, people were already talking.
Madam Sylvi was watching over her establishment as the girlâs cleaned up the place from the night before, a woman came sprinting into the building, her breath almost lost. âMadame, have you heard the newsâŚ?!â
âCalm yourself Sara, what has got you in a rush this early?â
âAssassins! Assassin broke into the red keep and attempted to dispatch both the Queen and her children!â The girl confessed as she sat down to catch her breath, at this moment, everyone stopped working to hear what she was about.
âWhat?â
âThat canât be!â
âHush girls, hush!â Madame Sylvi demanded before looking down on the girl. âHow do you know this?â
âEveryone knows about it! The gates to the keep opened this morning and it was all anyone was talking about.âÂ
The girls whispered amongst themselves as Madame Sylvi raised her hands, halting their speech. âAre the Queen and her children departed from this world?â
âThat's the thing, the Queen and her children were saved by an unlikely hero!â
âWho! Who was he?â One of the girls asked as Sara smirked. âMore like a she.â
âA she?â
âA woman came to their rescue?â
âPrince Aemondâs wife! Princess (Y/n)!â
âThe princeâs wife?!â They gasped.
âYes!â Sara exclaimed, crossing her legs. âI heard from one fellow that she fought them off, sword in hand! Sheâs as good as any of the Kingâs guards!â
âThat's not what I heard.â A smith said to his local baker, backing loafs of breath into his sack.
âOf, isn't it?â The baker asked.
âI heard she snuck up on them, crossbow in hand, hit them before they knew what was happening.â
âWho are we talking about?â A man with dirty silver hair questioned as he approached the stand, tossing the baker some coins. The baker quickly counted before tossing him a loaf of bread. âApparently- the Lannister thatâs married to the prince fought off two assassins.â
âA girl? Youâre lying.â He scoffed.
âThat's all anyone will say, save the Kingâs heir from certain death.â
âI donât want to imagine what that's likeâŚâ Kat said, cleaning up her and her husband's bowls and carrying them over to the basin. âSheâs not that old is sheâŚ?â
âJust turned eight and ten⌠from what I heard.â Hugh muttered as he sat by his daughter, checking up on her conditions. She was slowly getting better. It turns out that consistently cleaning using soap rapidly improves your health, right now they could only hope to ensure her health improves.
âJust where on earth were the guards? All those knights in the red keep and none of them anywhere to be seen, especially when those girls needed them most.â
âThat girl is a lot braver than most, I saw her the other day⌠sitting in the kingâs lap⌠but I did notice somethingâŚâ
âNotice whatâŚ?â His wife asked, sitting down beside him.
âShe did a lot of whisperingâŚ.. He did a lot of listeningâŚâ
âPrincess (Y/n) Lannister is a hero!â A man proclaimed, standing a few boxes so he could be seen amongst the crowd of people. Many of the bystanders nodded their heads and cheered their agreement. The man waves his arms about. âThe cowardly Rhaenyra sent assassins to the keep! She wanted both the Queen and her children dead! The whore of dragonstone is a butcher of small children!â
âBOO!â
âDOWN WITH WHORE OF DRAGONSTONE!â
âCHILD KILLERS!â
âDespite the odds! The princess confronted the assassins! She fought them off bravely and valiantly knowing it could have cost her life! Hers and her unborn child!â
âThe princess is with child?!â
âTwo grown men attacked a pregnant woman?!â
âCowards! Absolute Cowards!â
âThe princess has the heart of a warrior! She is a lioness- ready to take on injustice at every turn! She is the defender of the weak! A heart of gold- not just for the other nobility but the common folk as well! She is everything that the crown represents! Bravery! Regality and honor!â
âYeah!â
âPraise Princess (Y/n)!â
â(Y/n) the Lioness!âÂ
A spark flashed in the manâs eyes as he stood above the cheering crowd, a perfect title for the fierce Princess.
â(Y/n) the Lionheart!â
Everyoneâs cheers became louder and more fierce. With all the trouble and turmoil that has occurred in their lives- you were a light in the dark, a heroic figure for the common folk to look up to. A defender of the innocent and defenseless, a carer of the poor and the Kingâs favorite.
The Lionheart.
âThe lionheart? Is that what theyâre calling me?â You asked your uncle as he walked by your side, making sure you didnât fall. That look of concern and worry still on his face. âYes- niece⌠you shouldn't be out of your room- youâre still injured.â
âI have to check on Helaena⌠she needs me..â
âNieceâŚ- (Y/n), surely the Queen will not might not see you this morning, afterall, sheâs fretting over her son.â
âIt's my fault heâs like thatâŚ. I couldnât stop him..â You muttered.
âNo! Donât say thatâŚ!â He demanded, looking down at you as you halted your pace. âYou are but a girl! A ting helpless girl! I have no idea what got into your head- fighting those thugs off but you did! That boy is alive because of you, niece, never forget that.â
You nodded. âThank you.. Uncle.. But refrain from calling me tiny or innocent again cause clearly Iâm nothing of the sort.â
âMy apologies, Lionheart, I shall correct myself in future.â He joked.
You wobbled over to the room, two guards stationed right before it as the maester was coming in and out. Queen Alicent was one of those people, a weary and stressed look on her face as she left the room. âPrincessâŚâ She said.
âYour Grace.â Tyland spoke, bowing his head. âIs the Queen inside, the princess would like to see herâŚâ
âIâm not sure Helaena is in the mood to see anyone⌠I tried to speak with her- but she didnât really wish to talk.â
âI donât want to talk, I just want to see her⌠I havenât seen her since last night..â You said and the Queen nodded before swiftly leaving. Your uncle let you go and you entered the room. The first thing you see was little Jaehaerys. As still as a corpse, neck covered in bandages as maesters examine him, checking his pulse, mixing up herbs and tonics and lighting incense in the room.
He looked pale.. Really pale. If it wasnât for the light movement of his chest, you surely would have thought him dead.
â(Y/n)....?â You look to the left and see Helaena on the sofa, knees crouched to her chest and holding a blanket close to herself. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks stained with tears- her eyes bloodshot from crying all night. âHiâŚâ You put on a weak smile before waddling over to the sofa and sitting down next to her.
âYou look awfulâŚâ She murmured.
âIt could have been worseâŚâ You answered, your arm still in the sling and the other one lightly patting her leg.
All of sudden, Helaena broke down in tears, ugly sobs choking out of her as she ran a hand through her white hair. âIt's my fault⌠it's all my fault..!â She cried, pulling at her scalp tightly. âI gave him up without a fightâŚ! I let those beasts have him- what could I have done differently?! I-I-I-You!â
Without saying anything else, you grab her with your good arm and steady her. âCalm down Helaena⌠I know⌠I saw..â
She froze at that. âYou sawâŚ.?âÂ
âHelaena⌠those monsters werenât giving you a choice! They threatened to rape you and your four year old daughter- what the fuck were you suppose to do?â
âI donât know⌠I- I donât knowâŚ!â She wailed, covering her eyes as she wailed some more. âNot only is my- my boy scared for life- youâre hurt tooâŚ! Aegal could have died too! Why did you save us..?â
âWhy did I save youâŚ.? Is this a trick question or are you being serious?â Helaena sniffled and nodded her head, not sure which one but you scoffed. âHelaena- youâre my Queen- and before that, you are my sister and one of my closest friendsâŚ! I would have died for you and your kids if it meant you could live- your family and we need to stick together.â
âI know⌠but I have forsaken my son⌠how can he ever forgive meâŚ? Iâm the worst mother that ever livedâŚâ
âNo, HelaenaâŚ!â You gasped, pulling her in for a quick hug as she broke down again on your shoulder. âJaehaerys is your boy⌠he will forgive and you know why? Cause you are his mother⌠and mother is god in the eyes of a child. You had a knife to your throat, it's not like you welcomed them in with open armsâŚ. You need to forgive yourself, Helaena.â
She sniffled and nodded into your shoulder. The two of you adjusted yourselves on the seat, Helaena clutching her blanket⌠Jaehaerysâ blanket while leaning her head on your shoulder. You wet your dry lips as you watch the maesters. They were changing his dirty blanket before applying an ointment to his neck and wrapping him up again.Â
âWhere did you go with Jaehaera afterwards? Did you run to AegonâŚ?â
âNoâŚâ She muttered, wiping her eyes. âI went to Rhaenyraâs room.â
âRhaenyraâsâŚ.?â You mumbled, looking down at Helaena with curious eyes.Â
âI donât tell a lot of people this⌠but me and my sister were actually quite close onceâŚâ She said, That was news to you, you havenât really seen any interaction between the two Targaryen Queens, prior Princesses. Nothing mentioned to you by either. âReally..?â
âWhen I was younger, I stumbled into her room once. I saw her getting ready. She really is the most beautiful person⌠the most wonderful dresses⌠the most expensive jewelry that money could buy. Even at her worst, she would look her best.â
âNow ainât that the truth.â You chuckled, earning a small giggle from her.
âMy mother never liked me going anywhere near Rhaenyra or her sons⌠but I had a curious mind. I saw her and she saw me. She waved me over and the next thing I knew I was on her lap. She had put a necklace on me⌠made of opalâs and pearls and she told me I was the most gorgeous girl she had ever laid my eyes on, and in that moment, I had believed her. Iâd come to her room when my mother wasnât looking and she let me wear her jewelry and I would let her put the most exaggerated braids in my hair.â
âThat sounds like Rhaenyra alrightâŚâ You murmured, nodding your head.
âI always felt at home when I was with my sister⌠She was always so kind to me. It's the one place I could go where no one would bother me. So I took Jaehaera there andâŚ. AndâŚâ
âAnd whatâŚ?â You questioned, looking at your good sister.
âI shouldnât sayâŚâ
âYou can tell me if you want, I wonât say anythingâŚ.â Your good sister had a long sigh, cuddling the blanket closer to her body, the maesterâs so distracted by the care of the prince that when she spoke, her words went unheard by everyone but you. âI saw my motherâŚ. And Cole..â
âQueen Alicent and Ser CristonâŚ?â She nodded her head. âWhat were they doing there?â You ask hesitantly, Helaena turned her head up and looked at you, her tired eyes just giving you a look. That's when it hit you. âWhat- no- youâre seriousâŚ.?â You gasped, covering your mouth.
âWhen they had that knife to my throat- all I could think about was my mother. I wanted my mother to come for me⌠I wanted Ser Criston to come and rescue me⌠to save me and my childrenâŚ. I almost couldnât believe it when I entered that room- moments prior me and my daughter were nearly murdered and the next- I- the people who should have been protecting us-!â She gasped, covering her face to hide her fear and despair.
Those fucking hypocrites.
âShe came in here just nowâŚ. She wanted me to pretend it never happened- I- donât know what to doâŚ.â
âDonât worry about it for nowâŚ. Just have a good cry, you need it.â You cooed, petting her head.
You were seething, absolutely seething. You were wondering why there were no guards present during the attack. No Kingsguard, no soldiers- no one! Ser Criston who was Commander of the Kingsguard who was meant to be protecting the royal family was happily banging the Kingâs mother- completely oblivious to the attack.
And AlicentâŚâŚ
Here she goes on about good and decency. Criticizing Rhaenyra for having an extra marital affair when she herself is already fucking another men not days after the Kingâs death- a man who was sworn to chasity.
Those two were the main beneficiaries- putting Aegon, a mentally unwell boy on the throne- a seat he never wished for, controlling him like a puppet and putting his family in the line of danger while they fuck happily ever after.
You couldnât let either of them get away with this. If it was evident now they had no care for him or the family it was now. They hurt this family for too long and you wouldnât stand for it. Aegon, Helaena, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera⌠only you could protect them nowâŚ. You had to protect them no matter the cost.
âYou alrightâŚ?â You asked Aegon as he sat in his seat, both of you dressed up as well as you can, his crown was lopsided as he shakeley grabbed his chalice. âI-... Iâm fineâŚâ He muttered, about to take a sip when you took the chalice with your good hand. âDonât drink- please. You shouldnât be drinking now, not in this state.â
âI have to⌠I canât stop- I canât stop shakingâŚâ He whined.
âPerhaps a small drink, (Y/n)?â Helaena asked, a veil covering her now brushed hair as she took her husbandâs hand. âHe canât address the people like this.â
You took a deep breath before kneeling down and taking Aegonâs hand. âYou are the King.â You state, looking into his eyes with determination, strength. âAll the people in this city live and die by your command. We will not let them see us falter, you must not let them see you falter. You will go into the city and you will punish the traitors, you will tell the city that the crown stands as strong as ever, that as long as there is breath in our lungs⌠blood flowing through our veins..we will never falter.â
âYesâŚâ He mouths. You put his chalice back onto the table before fixing his crown. Much better.Â
If anything, you were much worse for wear. Wearing a red dress with gold plated armor around the corset area, a fur trim circling your sweetheart neckline. The sling remained in place, easing both your damaged hand and upper arm. Whatever make up you had did little to hide the black eye that had festered so your handmaiden resorted to just fixing your hair a certain way so it covered half your face.
âYour graces, Princess.â Ser Criston said as he entered the room and bowed his head. âThe carriages await.â
âLet us go then.â Aegon said as he went ahead first, both you and Helaena following behind him closely. The air was still wherever you went, all eyes on you. You couldnât guess what people were thinking- did you want to know what they were thinking? Not really. You just wanted to get this whole procession over with.
You entered the courtyard and allowed the guard to lead you to your designated carriage. Nothing like the wheelhouse, definitely more elegant than a wagon.
And there he was.
âWife.â Aemond said, his arms behind his back.
âHusbandâŚ.â You bowed your head toward him before side stepping him and letting the guard assist you in climbing on the carriage. âPrincess.â He said curtly. Both Helaena and Aegon were on their respective carriage and on another you could see Queen Alicent and Ser Otto.
The gates opened and all of you left the sanctity. First it was Aegonâs carriage, then the Dowager Queenâs⌠finally it was your turn. The carriage rode slowly, hoping to avoid pumps in the pavement. You kept your hand on your lap, keeping your gaze ahead. Your husband cleared his throat.
âAre you wellâŚ.?â
âAm I wellâŚ?â You repeated back to him, you wanted to shoot him a look so deadly, it would take his head clean off. Were you well? Were you well? Is he serious? âNo. I am not well. I had to fight off a grown man who wanted to kill your nephew when they couldnât find you so no- I am not well.â
âYou knew they had come for me..?â He whispered.
âThey had come through the passageway in YOUR room, you were the intended target- why else do you think I told you not to chase down Lucerys VelaryonâŚ?â You scolded me. You heard the leather of his glove crunch as he bawled his hand into a fist. âYou knew this would happenâŚ. You knew those men were comingâŚâ
ââWhere were youâŚ.?â You whined. Turning your head slightly in his direction to see he was looking at you. You huffed, hand clutching your dress. âWhen I saw them- I went straight to your chambers- I wanted to tell you so you could do something about it- just where the hell were youâŚ.?!â
âI was out.â He simply said.
You scoffed in turn. âOut, you were out. While we were under threat- you were out. You know- there's no use in you being the best swordsman if you canât even be there when your family needs you mostâŚ.!â
âThat's not fairâŚ!â He growled under his breath. âHow was I supposed to know my uncle would send assassins after me? I did not think leaving for a few hours would hurt.. If I had known you were in danger- I would have run all the way to save you- I would have saved you- this is cruel⌠even for you wife.â
âYouâre right⌠Iâm sorry.â You murmured, placing a hand on your stomach as you approached the crowds. âAt least, warn me when you're leaving⌠it's clear to me I canât depend on you all the timeâŚâ
â(Y/n}.....!â
âHere comes the Lionheart!â Yelled an onlooker as a watcher stepped closer to the carriages, looking up at you from the dirty streets, some bowing, some reaching up for you. âPrincess! âPrincess!â They yelled.
âAll hail the Lionheart!â
â(Y/n) the lionheart!â
âSave us princess!â
âWe stand with you against the pretender!â
â(Y/n)!â
â(Y/N)!â
âThey love youâŚ.â Aemond muttered. You simply rolled your shoulders before offering the people a smile and nodding your head. This only riled them further, the cheers becoming louder and more praise was sung.
Finally, your entourage arrived at Cobblerâs square, a makeshift gallows standing high in its center. The knights escorted you and your lord husband off your carriage and towards the top of the gallows, your husband aiding in your ascent. From a distance you could hear the screams, roars and cries of the common folk, looking over at them, you saw Blood and Cheese.
Cheeseâs eyes were bruised and bloody as was everywhere else on his body. He was missing teeth and he walked with a limp and he was dragged in chains. Blood was stuck in a wheelbarrow of sorts considering you had paralyzed him from the waist down and had to be wheeled around, unable to run or escape. Both men were assaulted by rotten vegetables. Spat on, cursed at. The city renounced the vile scum.
âCHILD KILLERS!â
âRAPISTS!â
âWOMEN BEATERS!â
âTRAITORS!â
Cheese was dragged up to the gallows and two men had to assist blood, carrying him up with each arm around their shoulder. Both men were fastened to their nooses, bloodâs men holding him up at the moment.
âAt the hour of the wolf- a time where we rest, assassins entered our home. Sent by none other than the pretender- Rhaenyra the Cruel. As an act of revenge, she said these monsters into our den, men that have walked amongst you masks! Hiding their wicked and demonic personalities!â Otto announced as the people booed and roared in outrage.
âThey came in- through the cover of darkness. They wished to murder your Queen! They wished to murder her young children! They would have murdered her and the children if not for the valiant efforts of our Princess, (Y/n) Lannister.â
The crowd cheered in praisal as they chanted your new moniker.
âLionheart! Lionheart! Lionheart!â
The hand held up his hand. âThe princess risked her life and that of her unborn son, as you see, the harm those heartless monsters inflicted upon her! Prince Jaehaerys was critically injured and it is by god's mercy that he is still with us right now!â
âHANG THE BASTARDS!â
âNO MERCY FOR CHILD KILLERS!â
âPRINCESS!âÂ
âKING AEGON!â
âQUEEN HELAENA!â
âLet it be known now!â Otto boasted, pointing his finger towards the two criminals in their nooses, Cheese had already begun to wet himself through his trousers. âThat we are one crown! No matter what tragedy or mishap inflicted by our enemies- we will not falter!â
The crowd cheered.
âWe will see the pretender unseated and bring justice, never again will children fear for their lives!â
They cheered louder.
Otto took a step back from then the execution cut the rope. The floor beneath the two men gave out and suddenly the pair of them were hanging from the necks. The crowds cheered, watching the cruel men die, yet your gaze was caught by something else in the crowd.
A small dog.
A scraggy little mutt who looked up at the criminals with a sad look in his eye. You finally recognised it, the same dog that followed the men into the keep, you didnât know where it had gone after that but it must have followed them out of the castle as they were being led out.Â
âWife, where are you going?â Aemond whispered, not realizing that your legs were moving by themselves. You had descended the gallows and walked to the crowds. âPrincessâŚ!â The guards rushed but you ignored them and walked into the crown. The other royals looked at you, wondering what you were up to. The crowd circled you, some touching you, others bowing your head.
âPrincess. Are you wellâŚ?â One woman asked, a heartbroken look on her face as she stood in front of you.
You graced her with a smile and nodded. âI am wellâŚ. Thank you for checking up on me..â You moved past her and finally got to the dog, looking up at his dead owner, swinging from his noose. You took the little mongrel, not caring if his dirty and scruffy coat stained your dressed and pet his head.
âYou lost someone dear to you, didnât you? I am sorryâŚâ
âWifeâŚ!â Aemond called, descended the gallows but everyone reached for him.Â
âPrince Aemond!â
âWhere were you when it happened my prince?!â
âWere you shocked?! Horrified?!â
All the people overcrowding the area, he had to take a step back. You walked back where you came from, the crowd making way for you and they all showered you with praise. The dog in your arms, a sad and defeated look on its face as it leaned its head on your arm. A whine coming from it.
âIâd like to go home nowâŚâ You said.
âOh my goodness, he is scruffy!â Chrysha exclaims as you and her work together to wash the dog in your bathtub, you had wetted him before scrubbing him in a sensitive conditioner to get all the dirt from his fur and skin. Getting behind his ears and in between his paws, his previous owner really did care for his hygiene.
âBark! Bark!â All of sudden, the dog began to shake himself, sending his suds everywhere, causing you both to scream. âNaughty boy!â You chastised, taking another bucket of water and dousing the dog to rid him of the suds. The next thing you did was remove the dog and towel dry him persistently.
âPrincessâŚ?â A handmaiden questioned as she entered the room. In her hands was a plate of leftover slices of meat you had not yet eaten. âYes, just leave it on the floor.â You said. The maid did as you requested and once you had finished drying the dog, he ran over to the plate of meat and began to devour the leftovers as quickly as he could.
âSo, that was⌠the assassinâs dogâŚ?â She questioned, sitting on your bed with you.
âYeah, his owner is dead and possibly no one else to take him in. I didnât wish to leave him by himself on the streets so it's why Iâve taken him in. But you must tell no one else who his previous owners are, do you understand?â
âOf course.â
You heard the little patter of footsteps approaching your room, a little head peeked out from the side of the door as she smiled. â(Y/n)! (Y/n)!â
âJaehaera!â You exclaimed as your little niece ran forward and into your arms. âOh my sweet little niece- my darling little dove- how are you my dear?â
âMy brother is sick⌠Mummy said he has a bad throatâŚ.â
So she doesnât recall what happened that night, thank god. âOh goodness graciousâŚ. Is he? Well then weâll have to visit him and make sure heâs feeling betterâŚâ Helaena entered the room, dressed down with a shawl around her shoulders. âHeyâŚâ
âHi..â You whispered before looking down at the young princess. âWanna meet my new friend, Jaehaera?â You ask. She nods her head and you motion her over to the dog who finished eating his fill. âDo you like dogs?â
âDoggy! Doggy!â She cheered, reaching for his head, although the dog cowared at first, her gentle touch dissuaded him of any doubt that she wanted to hurt him. While she was distracted, you approached her mother and folded your arm. âHow are you holding up?â
âIâm not any better than I was this morning⌠Maester Orwyle practically kicked me out of Jaehaerys room⌠said being with him all day is bad for me.â
âIt is, Helaena. There is nothing more we can do for him than to wait for him to wake up. Him and the other maesters will keep their eye on him- but I canât just sit around and do nothing. Jaehaera keeps asking about Jaehaerys and I just have to keep telling her that heâs sickâŚâ
âShe can not know what happened to him- at least not know. If she did, this would traumatize her for life. All any of us can do for now is to keep an eye on her- keep her distracted.â
â(Y/n)! What's a doggy's name! What's his name?âÂ
âHmm⌠I don't knowâŚ!â You say as you and the other ladies sit on the floor, the girl had the dog's head in her lap while the mutt wagged his tail happily. âIâll leave that up to you.â
âReallyâŚ?â She giggled to which you nodded your head. She hummed, thinking of a name, a suitable name for the new pet of the red keep, she giggled before an idea shone behind her eyes. âTalrys!â
âTalrys? Are you sure?â Chrysha asked the little princess and she quickly nodded her head. âHe looks like a Talrys!â
Talrys it was then. âHmmm.â You look over at the door and there stood Aegon. He lifted his arm. âI-...â But his hand quickly went to his hair, pretending to scratch it before heading off. âWhat was that?â
âAegon hasnât spoken a word at all to anyone. He passed me a while ago, like he wanted to say something to me- but then he quickly left.â Helaena muttered.
âThat is such a bastard thing to do.â Chrysha snarled. âHe should realize he wasnât the only one who nearly lost his son- youâve through just as much if not more.â
âYou canât entirely blame him, Chrysha, that's not fair. Heâs vulnerable.. He feels powerless- he nearly lost his family and heâs ashamed because he failed to protect them.â
âBut he did save usâŚ!â Helaena exclaimed, wiping her eyes that were clogging up with tears. âI know he came for you at the last minute but that counts for something. Without you⌠without Aegon⌠my son would be goneâŚ!â
âYou should go to him then!â You say, placing your hand on her shoulder. âYou need to tell him this- I understand Aegon isnât the best with his emotions⌠and on most accounts needs babying. But you know at the moment when he knew he was needed- he acted. That counts for something, so tell himâŚâ
âMummy, can Talrys sleep with us tonightâŚ?â Jaehaera asked, looking up at her mother with big beast eyes. Helaena let out a sad smile before kissing her daughter on the head. âSure⌠let me tuck you into bed first, I need to talk with daddy first, then Iâll join you two.â
Both mother and daughter walked hand in hand. âCome on doggy!â Jaehaera yelled as the dog followed along.
âYouâre really good at that, you know?â Chrysha smiled, her knees to her chest.
âGood at what?â You asked, the girl beside you simply chuckled.
âTalking, you know? Youâre good at talking to people and helping them outâŚâ
âAh, communication skills. There's nothing that canât be solved by simply talking things through, sure they can be hard and difficult sometimes but necessary.â
âPrincessâŚ. â A knight entered your room and bowed his head respectively. âQueen Helaena- my lady.â
âSer Rickard, what is the matter?â You ask.
âPrince Aemond, he wishes to see you in his chambers.â You looked at Chyrsha who shrugged her shoulders before you looked back at Thorne. âIt's quite lateâŚâ
âIf it would please youâŚ. MiladyâŚâ Ser Rickard asked. Both you and Chrysha stood up and you swept the crinkles from your skirt annoyed at the turn of events. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âHe canât seriously want you to- now!â She gasped.
âI said- Iâll see you tomorrowâŚ. Chrysha..â You said before letting Ser Rickard lead you to your husbandâs chamber.
âPrincess (Y/n) of House Lannister.â
The door opened and you silently made your way up the stairs into his room. The door closed behind you and you felt a certain chill in the room. Getting to the top of the steps, you see Aemond sitting in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, like you saw the previous night before you went to go see Aegon.
âIssa ÄbrazČłrys, jorrÄelagon hen issa glaeson.â Aemond greeted, he moved his hand, gesturing you to sit down. You swiftly made your way over to the set of chairs. Sitting on the chair opposite of him. That didnât seem to please him. âHow anti-socialâŚâ He murmured.
[My wife, love of my life]
âSkoros gaomagon ao jaelagon valzČłrys? Se bantis iksos mÄzis.â You demand, rubbing your exposed skin as you stare at him down, he rolls his shoulders and sighs. âIâll get straight down to it thenâŚ. Jaehaerys.â
[What is it husband? It is getting late.]
âWhat about him?â You ask.
âWhy did you save him?â Your husband asked and you had to have a double take. âWhat?â He didnât just seriously ask you that. âWhy did you save him?â He asked again, reaffirming what he said.
âWhat? Was I not supposed toâŚ?â
âYou could have diedâŚ.! You and Aegal- I nearly lost you both!â He scowled.
âYou know- I really would have appreciated this- after I was viciously assaulted and fighting for my life- but hey, better late than never.â
âANSWER ME!â He shouted, catching you off guard. You flinched. âEnough of this mockery! Tell me, why did you do itâŚ?!â
âWhy? WhyâŚ.? Helaena is our sister! Jaehaerys is our nephew, our family! I understand I put us both at risk- put I could just let them kill JaehaerysâŚ. You werenât thereâŚ. And Iâm not a coward. Iâll always protect this family.â
âBy the seven- if you had just let them take Jaehaerys- they would have simply let Helaena and Jaehaera go! They wanted a son for a son, you caused more trouble than either of us wantedâŚ.â
âWhat the fuck are you implyingâŚ.â You scoff, looking at your husband. He clicked his tongue, letting his head fall to his shoulder. âWife⌠my sweet silly wifeâŚâ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?!â You bellowed.
Aemond stood up and began to pace the room. âJaehaerys is Aegonâs heir. If Jaehaerys had died- who do you think would be Aegonâs next of kin?â
âYou canât be serious!â You gasped, standing up. âYou would have let him be killedâŚ. Just so you could be the next heir- thats monstrous- even for you Aemond! Besides- Aegon and Helaena are still in power- they can just as easily have another son!â
âWhat do you think this was all for?!â He growled, getting in your face for a moment before stomping away. âCrowning Aegon⌠Jaehaerys assassinationâŚ.!â
âBut you had no plan for that!â You pointed out.
âNo but Aegon-!â
âAre you planning to overthrow your own brotherâŚ.?â You muttered, horrified by your husband.
âI wouldnât say⌠overthrow- more like taking his place. Aegon is not fit to be King and you know this⌠from the moment I could comprehend such terms like responsibility and righteousness, I knew Aegon was ill suitedâŚ! You and I⌠Once the realm is at peace.. Both Rhaenyra and Aegon are out of the wayâŚ. We can rule together as King and Queen! And AegalâŚ.âÂ
He placed his hand on your tummy, a hint of a smile on his face. âWill be heir to the Iron throneâŚâ
âYouâre SICK!â You exclaimed, backing away from Aemond. You wanted to throw up, blood drained from your face as you looked upon your husband. âWife-â
âNO!â You screamed. âThis is bad⌠this is really bad⌠Why are you doing this..?!â You cried.
âThe man cries when his son still lives. Aegon is weak, a weak impatient imbecile that has no clue what it takes to rule-â
âOH! And you do?!â You shout, before kicking his table, making it flip over. âWife-!â
âNo- you listen to me!â You bellowed. âYou honestly think you have what it takes to be king? That you could be better than Aegon? Well- last time I checked, you murdered your nephew in cold blood- you have no problem with letting your little nephew get butchered by a bunch of cutthroats- you hurt me! Let's also mention that you just admitted to me that you wanted to overthrow your own brotherâŚ. You disgust meâŚ. You are a kinslayer, a no-good backstabbing creep!â
âHow dare you speak to me like thatâŚ.?!â He growled.
âYou think you can be better than Aegon- well guess what- Aegon will always be a better ruler than you could ever hope to be!â
*SMACK!â
You felt yourself fall back onto the sofa, a red stinging- searing pain flowing on your cheek. What just happened?
â(Y/n).... my darling-â
You slowly touched your cheek and felt the pain intensify as your fingertips made contact.
He hit you. He actually hit you.
âÄbrazČłrys! UsĹven- UsĹven kostilus shijetra issa! Nyke gĹntan daor nĹŤmÄzma naejot Ĺdrikagon ao!â He begged, taking your face in his hands and examining your already bruised face, your lip was busted, you knew this because you felt the blood leaking from your lip, trickle into your mouth. âAo gÄŤmigon sČłrkta than naejot mazverdagon issa vÄdros, issa jorrÄelagon, ivestragÄŤ ÄŤlva dohaeragon ao bÄ, nyke shall dĹrÄŤ gaomagon ziry arlÄŤ, nyke kivio-â
[Wife! I am sorry! I am so sorry! please forgive me! I didn't mean to hurt you!]
[You know better than to make me mad, my love, let us help you up, I shall never do it again, I promise]
You broke out into a fit of giggles. The irony of the situation falling on you and you could not stop yourself from laughing, your husband could look at you cluelessly as you sit up straight and pull your hair back. Your slap mark is on full display as you smile at your husband proudly.
âI will wear this like a badge of honor.â You smile as you stand up and walk out of the room, leaving your husband staring out after you. Yes, you did use Cersei Lannisterâs line when she got smacked by Robert in front of Ned, but you didnât care.
You were a Lannister and a princess of House Targaryen, you would hold your head up high, even in the most dire situations. Aemond may abuse you all he wants- but you would not falter. You had Aegon and Helaenaâs love. You had the love of the common people, thanks to careful calculations on your part, you had options.
First of all, you needed to find a way to get rid of some unloyal cunts.
âOh shitâŚâ
The next day, you had woken up much later than you had intended. You remember waving off your maids at some point, early in the morning, stating you wanted rest and rest you had. However when you woke up, your face felt off. Heading over to your vanity, you saw your face.Â
One half your face was fine but the other half? You still had the black eye Cheese had given you when you tried to run off with Jaehaerys and the hand mark that Aemond had left on you had developed into a nasty bruise. âFuck itâŚâ You curse head over to the door and look over at your guards who stayed positioned by the entrance. âCall a maid for me.âÂ
âYes princess.â
While hiding your face, you requested to have all your meals brought to your room that day, and to bring you some cold objects. You knew you told Aemond you would wear the slap like a badge of honor, but only said that to take away any sort of power he thought he had over you. You didnât actually want to be walking around with a big ass bruise on your face.
You took up some reading to keep you occupied while keeping a cold spoon on your face. It did soothe the pain on your face for a bit. When someone asked if you were okay, you would simply say your son was kicking.
However, that lie could only last so long.
âQueen Helaena Targaryen.â You jolted as you quickly stood up and fixed your hair to hide the bruise.
She entered the room, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders as she entered the room. â(Y/n)?â
âHelaena, how are you, your grace?â
âThat must be the most formal yet informal sentence Iâve ever heard.â She smiled as she sat herself down, facing you. âIâve spoken to AegonâŚâ
âDid youâŚ?â You asked, taking your own shawl and copying your sister in law. âHow did it goâŚ?â
âIt went better than I expectedâŚâ She mumbled. âAt first, he did not wish to speak of it but then I pointed out he was not the only one who almost lost his son. I told him⌠he needed to forgive himself, he did not want to forgive himself. He and I have agreed that we need to work harder to protect our familyâŚâ
âWell, that's something I supposeâŚâ You said. â(Y/n), what's that on your face?â Helaena questioned before getting off her chair and walking over to you. âNo wait- Helaena-â
She pushed your hair out of your face and came face to face with your bruise. â(Y/n)!â She gasped.
âIt's not that serious HelaenaâŚ.â you say, trying to lower the level of her concern but it was clear to you that she wasnât having it. âDid someone hit youâŚ.?â
âYeah, Cheese, remember?â
âNo, this bruise is way worse than it was yesterday, someone hit youâŚâ
âNo one hit me, Iâm fineâŚ!â
âWho is it that youâre trying to protect?â Helaena demanded and you scoffed. âNo one- Helaena- I just wanna pretend this never happened!â
âSo someone did hit you!âÂ
âYes- NO! I mean no! No hit me-â
But before you get another word in, Helaena burst out of the room and you were quick to tail her. âHelaena wait! Stop- you canât- you mustnât-!â
âI am Queen of the seven Kingdoms⌠I shall do as I please..!â She said with a bout of confidence as she barged into Aegonâs room. There you saw Aegon sitting by the fire, soft tears flowing down his face. âAegon!â Helaena yelled, catching her husbandâs attention.
âWhat?!â He huffed. âWhat is it-â Then his eyes landed on you. Worry washed over him as he stood up and wiped away his tears quickly. âWhat happened to you?â
âIt's nothing-â But Helaena cut you off. âSomeone hit her! I donât know who it is because she wonât say who did it!â
Aegonâs eyes widened like saucers. âAemond hit you?â
Helaenaâs head spun towards you, shock apparent on her face. âIt was Aemond..?â
âPlease! Can we not do this now!â You begged, looking between the King and Queen. Aegon looked on at you in disbelief. âYou mean you never told Helaena?â
âTell me what?â Helaena demanded. And ran a hand through his locks of silver hair before looking back at his bride. âWhy do you think (Y/n) stayed on Dragonstone for two months?â
âBecauseâŚ. Rhaenyra invited her to stay⌠right?â Helaena asked hesitantly.
âBecause Aemond has done worse to her, far worse.â Aegon answered and you looked down at the ground. âChristâŚâ You murmured.
âAegon, you have to do something!â Helaena stated, looking at her husband. â(Y/n) is our sister- we can not just allow Aemond to put his hands on her whenever he feels like it- that is wrong!â
âI know! But it's not like I can just forbid a man from seeing his wife- The high sept will give me shit if I do this and Aemond decides to get them involved!â
âYou are the King, Aegon! You and only you have the power to punish Aemond!â
âYou forget- Aemond is our best sword and rides Vhagar- I canât exactly just punish our best sword.â
âAegon!â Helaena yelled.
âYour Graces.â Ser Criston Cole entered the room, hands resting on his sword as stood firmly and bowed before the King and Queen. He turned toward you and bowed also. âPrincess, are you wellâŚ.?â
âI am fine- Ser Criston⌠thank you for askingâŚâ You mumbled.
âWhat brings you here, Cole?â Aegon asked, scratching his neck at how awkward the situation had become. The Lord Commander looked between all three of you before speaking. âWe should worry no more about the pretender, I have sent someone to take care of her.â Criston replied.
This better not be what you thought it was.
âWhat do you mean?â Aegon questioned.
âSer Arryk is currently on his way to Dragonstone as we speak- He will pretend to be his own brother and sneak into her castle, He will kill her swiftly and quickly and put an end to this war before it starts.â
âSer CristonâŚ.â Aegon mouthed before mustering a gleeful smile. âWell done, Ser Criston.â
âWHAT!? Well done?!â you scream, looking between the two men who were taken aback by your scream. âSo let me- let me get this straight- DUMBASS!â You screech, looking at the Kingsguard. âIt hasnât been two days since we nearly lost the heir to the Iron throne, we are the ones receiving sympathy right now since weâre the ones who almost lost a child and you wanna sabotage that- you would dishonor the King by sending an assassin to kill Rhaenyra in her bed?!â
âI am ending the war before it begins.â Cole answered coldly.
âThen we are no better than them! Sending assassins back and forth repetitively- also- you do realize Rhaenyra has many sons, right? If she were to die- then Jacerys would simply take her place- he is her heir and has as much claim to the Iron throne as Aegon, right?â
âYou dare to say that the bitch Queenâs sonâs have the same level of legitimacy as the King?â Criston growled.
âYeah actually!â You exclaim, taking everyone by surprise. âBecause believe it or not- despite their hair color, the Velaryon boys have just the same amount of Valyrian blood as does the rest of Queen Alicentâs sons! Say Ser Harwin was their father- that means that each and everyone one of them has at least one pure Blooded Valyrian parent!â
âWhat is the point in talking about blood!?â Criston demanded.
âWhether people believe that Rhaenyra was behind it are not- take her out, people will rally behind Jacaerys because as far as everyone else is concerned- he had nothing to do with his motherâs crime, absolving him of any fault- meaning this could undo everything weâve been working for!â
âWhat is going on here?â Entering the room was Queen Alicent, her movements swift as she stopped before her daughter. âI heard shouting from the end of the corridor, there is no need for this!â
âOf really? Tell it to this imbecile who just sent Ser Arryk to assassinate Rhaenyra.â You say, pointing to Criston, taking the Dowager Queen by surprise, she looked at the Kingsguard with horror. âPlease tell me this is not trueâŚ!â
âRhaenyra is a cunning spider- you know this. She will not stop until she is dead, it is better to deal with this now before any more lives are taken.â
âI concur with Ser Criston.â Aegon stated.
âOh come on! Youâre not serious!â You gasped, looking at him as if he were crazy.
âCan we come back to the topic of Aemond again?! We still have not discussed what weâre going to do with him!â Helaena announced, hoping to get attention back on the issue. You could let the ground swallow you whole if it could. âNow is not the time!â
âWhat did Aemond do?â Alicent asked.
âNothing-â
âHe hit her! Mother- look at her face!â Helaena yelled and on instinct, you covered your face with your hands.Â
âWhat did you do this timeâŚ.?â Alicent gasped, pinching her nose. âYou know better than to make him angry- heâs hurt you once before!â
âMother!â Helaena gasped, horrified by her motherâs words. â(Y/n) is not at fault for our brotherâs temper- he must be punished!âÂ
âSon- you must not punish Aemond⌠we both know your brother is simply angry-â Alicent said to her son.
âWhatever the case is, the princess must put her suffering aside for the moment- we need Prince Aemond to protect the capital to dissuade Rhaenyra from attacking- if Ser Arryk completes his task.â
â(Y/n), please.â Alicent said, meeting your gaze. âFor the sake of the family, overlook this, just this once, please.â
This fucking bitch. You know what? Fuck them. Fuck them both. Time to press the detonate button.
âOh? Overlook it? Like how we should overlook you fucking Ser Criston while her son and me were getting attacked?â
Silence.Â
That was the only thing anyone could hear- was silence a sound- probably not but you couldnât hear anyone else saying anything else. Alicent looked horrified, you could see Ser Cristonâs forehead produce tiny droplets of sweat. âW-What are you talking aboutâŚ?â Aegon chuckled nervously.
âTheseâŚ. Are vile accusationsâŚ! (Y/n), villeâŚ!â Alicent yelled.
âOh really, well you have no problem judging others for their lifestyle you hypocrite!â You spat.
âYou would dare accuse me of defiling the Queen- If you werenât a princess- I would have your head for that!â Criston threatened, gripping the pommel of his sword.Â
âOh yeah, go ahead and threaten me- and injured and defenseless girl- sure thatâs super domineering of you!â
âEVERYONE SHUT UP!â Aegon roared, suddenly freaking out, Helaena flinched back as did Alicent.
â(Y/n)! Iâm gonna ask you this onceâŚ!â Aegon growled, looking you in the eye. âAre you lying- or what you are saying is trueâŚ. And donât you think of lying to me..!â
âIt's True Aegon! I swear it in my honor and my name as a Lannister!â
âAnd how do you know this is true?â He demanded.
âAegon-â Alicent tried to interrupt you but you wouldnât let her. âBecause Helaena fucking told me- thats why!â
Aegon looked at Helaena who was put on the spot. âHelaena?â Aegon muttered.
âI-I-I- I didnât-â She stuttered, not being able to form a coherent sentence. You look back at the traitors, pointing your finger at them both, Aegon following your direction. âWhen I got the soldier down, I told Helaena to escape with Jaehaera, they ran all the way to Rhaenyraâs old bedroom where surprise-surprise! Your mother was getting freaky with her former bodyguard!â
âMotherâŚ?!â Aegon gasped, looking at his maternal figure before looking at Ser Criston who's been more of a paternal figure than his own fatherâs ever been. âThese are untrue! Untrue!â Alicent claimed, directing her gaze to you. âI would never of done that to your father- I loved him with my heart- Ser Criston and I-â
âDonât lie your Grace!â You shout, looking back at her. âYou know very well how bad this looks for you, doesnât it? If you hadnât be fucking Ser Criston- he could have been able to prevent those men hurting us. Do you even imagine what your daughter looks like when sheâs scared? A knife pressed against her throat while being given demands to turn over her own son? Does it not keep you up at night knowing that your only daughter nearly lost her sonâŚ.. Because of you?â You scowled.
At this moment, tears begin to drip from her eyes. guilty crocodile tears..â Helaena⌠you know-! I would never have harmed you- you know that!â
âStop talking.â Aegon demanded, looking his mother in the eye.
âSon-â
âSHUT UP!â He demanded, pulling his dagger out from its sheath and pointing it at his motherâs neck. The Queen flinched back and Criston quickly shielded her. âMy king please! She is your mother- do not break her heart!â Criston begged before kneeling down on one knee.
If anything, one thing was clear, Criston loved Alicent, so much so he would defy his king for her.
âWife!â Aegon growled, looking at Helaena, his face red with anger. âI will have the truth! Tell me- who is lying⌠is it motherâŚor is it (Y/n)... tell me nowâŚ!â He growled, angry tears leaving his eyes. You look over at Helaena, her hands shaking while clutching her dress.â I-I-I-Iâ
âHelaena please- make Aegon see reason- he is angry- he is not himself!â Alicent pleaded.
âHelaena.â You spoke softly. âYour mother wonât protect you⌠neither will Ser Criston..â
âShut your mouth, Lionheart!â Criston bellowed.
âHelaena please!â Alicent pleaded.
âHELAENA! Who.is.it!?â Aegon seethed.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she raised a shaky hand up and pointed at the liar. Her eyes clenched as she mumbled âIâm sorryâŚIâm so sorryâŚ.â
Her finger landed on her mother, Aegon looked back at his mother, exhaling through his nose. â(Y/n) was rightâŚ. She was right all along..â He conveyed, sheathing his blade, looking down at his mother and commander. âYou never cared about me being King, you just wanted to use meâŚâÂ
âNo- Aegon please-!â
âGUARDS!â Aegon roared. In a few short seconds, guards that were recently stationed in the Holdfast came running, barging into the room. Aegon grabbed you and Helaena and pulled you both over to him. Nodding his head over to his mother and Lord Commander. âTake my mother to her apartments and hold her there- she is not allowed to leave with my ascent- and take Ser Criston to the dungeons⌠the darkest one we have!â
âNO! Aegon please!â Alicent was grabbed by both her arms as they began to drag her off. âAegon please! You canât do this to me! Iâm your mother! Aegon please! AEGON!â She cried as she disappeared from your sight. Ser Criston merely gave up, his head lowered as he let the guards take him without a fight. The guards closed the door behind them, leaving you alone finally, with the King and Queen,
âFUUUCCCKKK!â Aegon roared before knocking down a bookcase and kicking about all the books that had fallen down. âEveryone- everyone fucking betrays me! Every single fucking one of them! My mother- my brother- everyone goes behind my back! I canât trust as single cunt in this castle- not a single fucking one!â He screamed.
Helaena looked terrified of him, but you knew this was bound to happen at some point or another. He was heartbroken, he felt betrayed.
You put your hands together, allowing him to get all his frustration out.
Then he collapsed onto the floor, by the fireplace, he stared out into the flames, allowing his wails to come forth. âIt's not fairâŚ. It's not fairâŚ. It's not fairâŚ!â He cried, pulling at his hair. You walked over to where he was sitting and sat down beside him. He looked at you for just a moment and you slowly took his hand in yours. âItâs okayâŚ. It's okay..â You muttered.
Helaena took a similar initiative to you, sitting down beside Aegon with her knees tucked into her chest, still a bit upset by the earlier events. Aegon began to cry again, heartbroken cries that hurt you. You motioned his head towards you, allowing him to lie his head on your lap, allowing him to cry his eyes out, you ran your fingers through his hair, a little song leaving your lips.
I was scared of dentists and the dark,
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
all my friends are turning green
Youâre the magicianâs assistant in their dream
Ooooh
Aaaah
And they come unstuck
Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the darkside
I wanna be your left head man
I love you when youâre singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat cause-
Youâre gonna sing the words wrong
Your song had begun to sooth him, clutching your leg and letting his tears run dry as you let him rest his head comfortably. You and Helaena looked at each other, both of you aware that you needed to help Aegon get through this betrayal.
All three of you stared into the flames of the roaring fireplace, hoping to see some sort of light out of this dark hopeless tunnel.
âI donât want waterâŚâ Aegon moaned, you had moved Aegon to the table and Helaena had left a while ago, she needed to check up on Jaehaera and see Jaehaerys. Aegon still did not have the courage to face his children yet.âToo bad- youâve had enough wine for a lifetime and trust me- it doesnât help as much as you think it does.â You state, moving the cup towards him,
âIt's a nasty habit and youâre stronger than thisâŚâ You say.
He takes a sip of his water as the doors burst open, revealing Ser Otto, his face red with anger as he stormed inside. âWhat have you done?â
âGrandfather- can we do this some other timeâŚ.?â Aegon whined, hiding his head with his arms.
You stood in front of Aegon, facing the hand. âSer Otto- his grace is really not feeling well at this momentâŚâ
âHe certainly must not be! Imprisoning the commander of the Kingâs guard! Sending your own mother into isolation?! Just what were you thinking?! Idiot!â Otto barked.
âYou dare speak to the King like that?! Watch your mouth Ser Otto!â You demanded, but Otto came storming forward. âThe King is my Grandson- and my grandson is a fool. He's worse than a fool- heâs imprisoned his own mother!â He shouted, pointing at Aegon.
âHis mother is a traitor to us all!â You state, getting in front of Otto to stop him from going any further. âDo you have any idea the risk those two could have cost us?! Leaving them to their own devices is clearly a mistake!â
âWhy? What did they do? What could either of them have done to warrant this?â He scowled
âSer Arryk is on his way to Dragonstone right now, on Sr Cristonâs orders to murder Rhaenyra in her bed- once news gets out about that- weâll be no better than she is nowâŚ.!â
âSer ArrykâŚ?!â Ser Otto choked.
âSome brilliant plan of ser Cristonâs to have him impersonate his twin, fucking stupid it is.â You curse, pouring yourself a cup of water and taking large gulps, you need them, feeling extremely hydrated. âWe could tell you what the Queen has done⌠but I donât think it is something a father should hear about his daughter, no matter how old they are.â
âAlicent is still the Dowager Queen, you can not just imprison her whenever you feel like it!â Otto shouted. âThis will diminish us in the eyes of our enemies, to lock up one's own mother-â
âThat woman is a traitor!â Aegon shouted, looking up at his grandfather. âShe has put me on a seat I never wanted and then continues to turn her back on me at every turn- i do not need someone like that on my council- I wonât have it!
âA seat? Your mother gave you the Iron Throne- a seat with more power than any other governing body in the realms and this is how you repay her? Thoughtless- feckless- self indulgent!â
âYouâre one to say that!â You exclaim. âIf you truly wanted his grace to be King, either Alicent or you would have given him the proper education required of a king- instead youâve left him to his own devices that have ruined him! You people have constantly put him in harm's way and for what?! Because you wanted your own blood on the throne? YOU are the most selfish idiotic bastard I have ever fucking met!â You scowl.
Otto shook violently, facing away from you both. âYou never think of your father? His forbearance- his judiciousness⌠his dignityâŚ.!â
âFuck dignity!â Aegon shouted, getting up from his seat. âYou speak of my father like he was some great ruler⌠but in truth it was you ruling the realm, controlling my father as if he were some puppet on a string⌠I know he didnât name me heirâŚâ He growled, circling his Grandfather.
âWhy would he, a man who loved the daughter of his deceased wife more than the children of his living one, suddenly name me lord protector of the seven kingdoms? Simple⌠he didnât. You dragged me and my family into this messâŚ. And weâre so deep in this shit⌠there's no taking back what happened⌠because of you and all the other cunts on the council⌠I have to see this through to the endâŚ!â
He walked forward and held his hand out. âGive me the badge, Ser Otto. You were my fatherâs hand, not mine⌠take it off.â
âYou wouldnât dareâŚâ Otto muttered. Aegon chuckled at that. âI have dared⌠and I find it stimulating.â
âInsolent pup..! You think yourself clever but without a strong hand by your sideâŚto guide-â before Otto could finish his sentence, Aegon snatched the badge, the symbol of the hand and examined it. âI can already think of one person who can do a better job than you.â
And with that he tossed the badge-
-and it landed right in your hands.
You stared down at the badge, your eyes as wide as saucers. The Handâs badge- the badge that identifies the hand of the king- and heâs given it to you! âYour graceâŚâ Your lip wobbled. You understood the honor Aegon was bestowing on you, The Hand of the king- the Kingâs most trusted advisor and confident-
And that was you.
âYou can not be seriousâŚ.!â Otto growled. âShe is a woman! You who have taken your sisterâs throne- now you name a woman as your hand!â
âYes, and? It's not like it's a hereditary position like a king.â
âYou think she is strong enough to protect you?â
âYes-! That's all sheâse ever done! Since the moment my father died, she has done all she can to protect me- she protects me from all of you and she protects me from myself! That's more than youâve ever done for my father! You are worthless to me and I donât need an old man who puts his family at risk! You are dismissedâŚ.!âÂ
Otto had no more to say, only scowling some more before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
âHoly shitâŚâ You whimpered, looking back at Aegon and then the badge in your hands. This was a huge responsibility. You werenât his unwilling cupbearer any more, you were now his right hand man, a person with the same authority as the King, you. âAre you sure?â You asked.
âI don't want anyone else, youâre the only one I trust. You helped me when my own mother servants would not⌠you saved my son⌠and you helped me see the truth.. About my family..â He took your face in his hands, placing his forehead against your head. âYou are my family⌠the woman I love the mostâŚâ
âYour GraceâŚâ You murmured
âCall me by nameâŚâ He whined, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip, he rose to your cheeks. Maybe this once? Just this once?
âAegon..â
âMuch better.â He smiled before pressing his lips against yours- and this time
You kissed back.
His lips were soft and tender, he gently ran his fingers through your tresses. Soft kisses, unlike how he kissed you last time. âI love you so muchâŚâ He said in between kisses.
âAegonâŚâ You interrupted, pulling away for a second. He seemed a bit deterred before you smiled softly. âWill you help me out of my gow?âÂ
He was careful when behind your dress and began to unlace the back of your dress. Your arm was no longer in a sling, but your hand and upper arm were still covered in bandages, he was careful as could be to remove your clothes. You were stripped down to your underdress and you turned around to let Aegon see you. âMay I?â
He nodded. You unbuttoned his doublet first and let it fall to the ground. He took his boots off before he allowed you to pull off his tunic. He was lean yet had a small pudgy belly, mostly from all the wine he drank, he looked a tad bit embarrassed. âI know Iâm not as muscular or built as my brother but-â
âShushâŚâ You said. âI donât wanna think about him nowâŚ. I wanna focus on you, focus on me⌠no one else⌠right now, you and I are the only oneâs in the world right nowâŚâ You muttered, stroking his cheek.
âYes..â he mouthed.
âMy turnâŚ. Donât freak outâŚâ You say before you and him pull off your dress together. The scars that Aemond left on your leg were still present, your breasts had become bigger and more swollen and your belly was round and large, evidence of your and Aemondâs child together, resting comfortably in your belly.
âThat prick..â Aegon scowled, holding you close and petting your hair. âI let this happen to youâŚ. I am sorryâŚâ He muttered, guilt evident in his tone.
âIâve already forgiven youâŚ. Just donât look at it⌠please?â You ask and he nodded his head. He undid his breeches and let them drop. His cock was an average length, not as big as your husbandâs but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. âShall we, Princess?â he asked.
âYes, my King.â You said, letting him lead you to his bed. He pulled the covers back as you sat down slowly and raised your legs up onto the mattress. He fitted himself between your legs and let the blanket cover your lower halves. âAre you sureâŚ?â He asked nervously, probably his first time asking such a thing.
âYes, I am sure..â he muttered.
He took his cock and he slowly fitted in inbetween your folds. âAh-!â You gasp, gripping his shoulders tightly. âAm I hurting youâŚ.?â He questioned, almost worriedly. You shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile. âIt's fine⌠it's just been a while since Iâve had sexâŚâ
âTell me if you need me to stopâŚâ He commanded before he went ahead and fully sheathed himself fully inside your cunt. It felt magical, it was full of joy and love and you could only smile at the sensation. âAegon⌠oh AegonâŚ!â You grinned.
âDo you like that..?â He chuckled nervously and you nodded your head. âSo much⌠I love it so much..â
âWill I move?â He asked and you nodded your head.
He began to pull his staff back before sliding it back into your cunt. Little jolts of pleasure reverberating in your core as you held Aegon close, his mouth by your ear as he let out his grunts of gratification. One hand on your hip as he took your uninjured hand and gripped it tightly. âI love you⌠I love you so muchâŚâ
âKiss me..!â You begged, looking up at Aegon with want and desire. You needed him like one needs air, the way he touched you, the way he talked to you, it was only with reverence and care. Aegon, he was your Aegon. Your Aegon.
âPlease speed up- I really want to cumâŚâ You begged, wrapping your legs around Aegonâs waist. There he began to fuck you faster and harder. âI love you- I love you! God I fucking love you!â He repeated and you could only hold him tighter.Â
âSay youâll never leave meâŚâ He begged.
âIâll never leave youâŚâ
âSay youâll always be by my sideâŚ. Mine always and forever-â
âYes! Yes I will- Aegon!â You cried.
â(Y/n)-!!!!â You felt him cum in you first, his creamy seed entering your uterus and you felt yourself tightening around him, practically clawing at his back as you called out his name, âAegon!â You gasped, strings of sweat leaving your pores as his hot cum dripped from your pussy.
âSeven hells⌠that was fucking terrific..!â He chuckled, falling to the side, tugging you with him, head on his chest as you curled up to him. âNo one can know Aegon.. No oneâŚâ
âReally? I just want to shout from the roof of the red keep that I finally had the girl who has my heart!â He exclaimed and you simply giggled.Â
âAs much as I would like thatâŚ. We canât. The first female hand sleeping with the King on the first day of the job? It wouldnât look good for either of usâŚâ
âDo you still care about AemondâŚ?â He asked, looking down at you.
âIt's not that⌠I just feel guilty. You arenât entirely innocent either, youâve hurt him too and me sleeping with you will only just make him more angry than he already isâŚ.. Iâve already made it clear that our relationship as man and wife is simply just that, a title and that I donât wanna be with him anymoreâŚ. I donât want him to find out we are sleeping together and think this is my way of getting back at himâŚâ
âThen how do you see it?â Aegon asked, putting an arm behind his head and another around your body.
âI see it as me.. Making love to a man who truly values meâŚâ You say, cuddling up to him.
He smirks and kisses you on the head. âI promise you, this stays between usâŚâ
âLeaving so soon Handsome..?âÂ
Aemond had hurriedly gotten up and began to get dressed, he did not mean to but he accidentally fell asleep and overslept at Madame Sylviâs brothel. He woke up next to her and realized he was gonna be late. âI have to get goingâŚ!â He growled, pulling on his tunic and fastening his eyepatch back to his face.
âIt's always a pleasure to have you my prince- please donât wait too long to visit me again~â She smiled and Aemond threw his doublet on and tugged his cloak onto his body. He made his way out of the brothel and hurried through the streets of silk.
The bell had begun to ring and he definitely knew he was late.
âShit!â He scowled, rushing through the streets and making his way to the castle gates.
âWho goes there?â A guard said, holding his spear up. Aemond merely lowered his hood and the guard stood tall. âMy prince, forgive me!â He spouted, but Aemond paid him no mind as he rushed into the red keep.
The minute he entered the castle halls, he could feel all eyes on him. âWhat is going onâŚ.?â He growled as he made his way forward. All the noble lords and ladies had made their way toward the throne room, waiting on either side of the room. Aemond was not aware that court was being held today.
He looked over at a bystander and grabbed their shoulder. âWhere is Ser Criston?â
âOh, did you not hear the news?â the old lord asked, looking around to see if anyone else was looking at them âThe Lord commander was imprisoned last night!â
âWhat..?!â Aemond retorted and the old lord shrugged his shoulders.
His brother, the king entered the throne room, his usual posse behind him as he strutted towards the iron throne, yet his wife was nowhere in sight. He didnât see his mother or his grandfather, he could see Tyland, Jasper and Orywle in the crowd and as he climbed up the mezzanine, Lord Larys and a slimy smirk on his face.
Aegon sat on his throne and cleared his throat. âYou may be wondering why I have called you all here, in the recent few days of my reign as king, I have noticed something quite disturbingâŚ. People who were my family⌠people who I thought I could trust⌠were not really people I could trust at all.â He announced, making the people whisper among each other.
âWhat in seven hells is he doingâŚ.?â Aemond growled, looking at his brother, the king and his eyes locked together.Â
Through this turmoil, one person has stood out during these troubling times. A strong, fierce and loyal subject of mine who has always helped me, taken my side and has truly looked out for me, not just as a friendâŚ. But as a sister..â
Now that made people gasp, the whispers became louder and lower as the doors opened and a new figure entered the room.
âI Aegon Targaryen, second of my name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men, Lord protector of the realm, do hereby relief my grandfather, Ser Otto of his position and reappoint my good sister- Princess (Y/n) Lannister as Hand of the King.â
The whole room was in uproar as you rode in on a white steed.
Aemond was shocked.
You were regal, elegant and fierce. Your golden locks were pulled up into a high ponytail and your bruised face was on display for all to see, yet your expression was melancholic. Your black gown was fixed with black armor, breast plates, shoulder guards and full metal gauntlets. A red cloak fastens around the front and back of your armor.
Once you reached the bottom of the throne you swung your leg over and hopped off, a few people flinching at how uncaring you were as you made your way up the steps before bowing before the King.
âThank you, your grace.â
It was Aegon who fixed the badge to your red cloak, the gold suiting your armor perfectly.
Aemond could only watch from the sidelines, his fists gripping in anger as he could only watch as you rose to power, rose through the ranks without him. If it wasn't clear already that you didnât need him, it was now.
And it pissed him off. He would find a way to correct this mistake, one way or another.
Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
TW: cuckholding, titty sucking, lactation kink, violence, public beating, implied infedelity, actual infidelity, mentions of pass trauma, canon events, threats of death and SA, child mutilation
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â(Y/n)....?â Aemond murmured, knocking on your chamber doors.
No answer.
He quietly turned the handle and let himself in, the room was dark and empty save the little kitten snoring away quietly on your bed. Your vanity that was usually cluttered with jewelry and perfumes had been put away to make room for the little garments for your baby. A lion suit, a dragon suit, an elephant, a monkey, a bear, a dog, a rabbit- there was no end to your creativity.
He wouldnât say it aloud, but he liked the idea of having a girl, not that he would love Aegal any less- but you were a sweet woman, charming, beautiful and pure in every sense of the word, if you had a daughter, she would be twice as sweet, a little princess with golden or silver hair. Aemond hated the fact for a lot of the time, he was unable to protect you. He would right that wrong, protect you and the little girls you give him.
âWhere is she?â He cursed, leaving your room and walking further down the corridor. It remained dark and desolate, devoid of any life. Where were the Kingsguard? Was anyone actually up here..?
âUgh!âÂ
â(Y/N)?!â He gasped,breaking into a run, his legs carrying him through the dark halls of the holdfast, his silver hair catching wind behind him as blood rushed through his veins, adrenaline directing him to the sound of your voice, He had to save you! Were you hurt again? Was someone trying to hurt you?
He burst through the large doors.
âAh..! Ah! Ah! Ae-Ae- Aegon!âÂ
âHehehe-hahahahaha!â
Aemond felt himself freeze, his legs on the verge of buckling as he was overcome with a formidable sense of inferiority, shame and self loathing. He was no longer the fiersome, ruthless dragonrider of Vhagar. He was just a boy again, just that small helpless boy that had to take what everyone else gave him. Unable to protest, too weak to fight back.Â
His brother has you on the bed, hand on your throat while the other crandled your tit. You were on your knees as was he, naked as the day you were born as he drilled his cock into you, you poor red and abused pussy, leaking with his brotherâs seed. Your eyes were puffy with tears, your cheeks red as his brother brought you to ecstasy.
Aegon looked down on him, on his small form as he could only watch helpless from the sidelines as he watched his older brother fuck his beloved wife.
âIsnât she so beautiful, brother?â Aegon chirped, the entire time as he forced you to look at your spouse while he drilled his cock into you. His hand trailing down from your tit to your stomach, caressing your belly that held your baby. âOnce little Egg is born, let's have some children of our own, shall we?â
âYes-! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me please AegonâŚ!â You whimpered, turning around and kissing his neck hastily, as if you were trying to eat him up, your own hand reaching for your cunt and delving into your folds where you found your clit.
âHelp me give Aegal lots of brothers and sisters- will you?!â You begged, a desperate visage of lust in your eyes.
âOh, did you hear that Aemond?â The king smirked, looking him dead in the eye. âI hope you donât mind sharing your wife, be a good lad and keep your distance- while we fuck.â You practically pushed the king down before bouncing on his cock, your eyes never leaving your husbands as your lover smacked your ass.
âGo on love- tell him how good I make you feel~â
âI feel so good- so good! I love my brotherâs cock- I love it so much! Donât be jealous, my love- some men like the King are just better than others!â You moaned in idiocy as you creamed against his phallus again.
Aemond didnât notice the hand on his shoulder until it pulled him aside and he was face to face with Madame Sylvi who looked down at him with a comforting smile. âDo not fret my prince, youâre simply not ready for such a difficult responsibility. Being a Husband and father is hard work~â She cooed, taking him in and cuddling his head to her chest as he could see the woman he loves the most fuck the man he hates the most.
âLeave her and the baby to the King, heâll take care of her, for now, you still need to be nurtured, Iâll take care of you my big handsome boy~â She smiled as she unwrapped her dress, revealing her tits.
âGo on, drink up.â
âNO!â Aemond screamed, jumping from the safety of his bed, riddled with sweat and an unwanted hard-on, tears leaked from his eye, he looked down at himself, back to normal yet something did not feel right. Like his body was not his own, his hard earned muscled and contoured body did not belong to him. Like an imposter.
Filthy.
Disgusting.
Perverse.
Repulsive-
Sickening!
âGah! Uuraaaghh!â He groaned, pressing his forehead against the ground as an overwhelming sensation came over him. Guilty, self hatred and worse of all inferiority. Never anyoneâs first choice for anything- that dream was only a sliver of what was to come. You would leave him- you would find out.
He was no man, as much as he tried to be. A pathetic little man who had to cuddle up with an old whore because he never got that maternal affection from his mother. You were going to have his baby soon- you would be a mother- and he wasnât enough. He couldnât be a proper husband- his own father was hardly there- what would he know of being a father?
Aegon was going to steal you from him.
You and Aegal. His wife and boy, he would take you both and corrupt you-Â Scarring you wasnât enough, he had to lock you away, someone far away where no one would ever find you again-Â
âWhat if sheâs with him right nowâŚ?â He murmured. He grabbed a robe and tossed it over his body before dashing out of his room and hurrying over to yours.Â
âPlease be there- Please be there- Please be there- Please be there-â
âMmmâŚ.. mmmâŚâÂ
There you were. Snuggled up in your bed where all he could hear was your light breathing. Princess remains cuddled up at your face as your light breathing hit her body, flickering her soft fur. âThank the godsâŚ.â He cried, falling to his knees and holding his face. You werenât anywhere near Aegon, it was all just a dream, a horrible dream.
Once again he doubted you. Doubted your loyalty.
âIâm so sorry my loveâŚ. Iâm so sorryâŚâŚâ
âAemondâŚâ You whispered quietly, your eyes flickering open as you saw your husband on the ground, curled up in a pathetic state. You slowly sit up, fear swelling in your heart. âWhat are you doingâŚ.?â
âIssa jorrÄelagonâŚ..! issa jaesa!â He choked, jumping onto your bed and crawling forward, wearing nothing but his cloak. âA-Aemond- what are you-?!â
He curled up on your lap, his face against your breast as tears soaked your nightdress. âIssa DĹna, kostilus gaomagon daor henujagon issaâŚ..Nyke jorrÄelagon ao, nyke kostagon daor glaesagon rĹŤsÄŤr hen aoâ
[My sweet, please do not leave meâŚ. I need you, I can not live without you.]
âAemond- just calm down- okayâŚ! I-It's fine.. Everything's fineâŚ-â he pressed his hand against your stomach, feeling Aegalâs presence as he cried some more. âZiry iksos sČłz tresy, kepa jÄhor daor ivestragÄŤ mirre mÄre gĹŤrogon ao hen issa. Ao se muĂąnykeÄ issi se mÄrÄŤ lentor nyke emagon geptot.â
[It is fine son, father will not let anyone take you from me. You and mother are the only family I have left.]
What the fuck was happening? Was Aemond having a psychotic break? Youâve never seen him like this before, alway has he presented himself as the strong and indestructible prince, even during your most vulnerable and intimate moments together, there were certain walls you could not crack. Aemond was fucking losing it and you were terrified. Discreetly inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, you calmed yourself, knowing you just had to calm him down.
âDarlingâŚ.â You muttered, taking Aemond's face in your hands and pointing his gaze in your direction. âIâm not going anywhere⌠see? Iâm right here..â
âYou are so beautiful, so perfect. I should build a shrine in your honor. I would go to it daily just to pray to youâŚ. Issa jaesa.â He murmured, turning around so you both lay on your sides, his face still curled up to your chest. His grip on you was tight and unrelenting, he did not wish to let you go.
âBabyâŚâ You muttered, petting his head softly. âAre you alrightâŚ?â
âMm hmmâŚâ He sounded out pulling down the top of your nightdress, your breasts heavy and swollen and fallen out . âA-Aemond, it's too late for thisâŚ.â
âShushâŚ.â He muttered before you felt his lips wrap around one of your nipples, you froze up, your spine stiffening and your husband sucked your teats softly yet hungerly, his hands locked on your body refusing to let you go. Looking down, his single eye was focused on your tit, sucking it as if he were a real baby. Was this all part of the psychotic break? Has he somehow regressed?
The longer he progressed, the harder it was to keep awake. It was extremely late and you wished to sleep. Would it be okay to go back to sleep with Aemond like this�
It didnât seem he was going to hurt you anytime soon. For your sake, best to just do as he wishes and go back to sleep. Allowing yourself to get comfortable as your husband held you close, you had been very tired going to bed and you were still tired.
Letting sleep take you was easier then it seemed, despite your husband sucking on your tits.
âGood morning, Princess.âÂ
Your maids pushed open your curtains as you groggily pulled yourself up from your bed, one arm covering your breasts. âAemond⌠get up..â You looked beside you to see that your lord husband was nowhere in sight. âWhere is my husband?â You muttered, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and pulling the neckline of your shirt back up above your boobs. âApologies, your highnessâŚ. But it would seem that Prince Aemond is not hereâŚâ
He was most definitely here, your tits were swollen and sore, a sweet scent wafted around you and noticed that spit wasnât the only thing wetting your chest. âHeyâŚ. I have a question⌠are any of you mothersâŚ?âÂ
âI am your grace, what seems to be the matter?â One of your older maids, Maycey stepped forward, you cracked your neck while massaging your sore breasts. âIs it normal for me toâŚ.yâknow..â
âYâknowâŚwhat?â She replied.
âLacateâŚâ You muttered
âHuh?â She said, clearly confused by your use of words.
âYâknow⌠milkâŚ. Breast milk is ughâŚ. I think I have breast milk⌠right now.. Is that normal?â
âHow far along are ye?â
âIt should have been about four months by now..â
âOH! Well that's completely normal Princess! Loads of girls start the milking early, thankfully for you, youâll have wet nurses for that job.â
âRightâŚ. Does anyone have a cloth..?â
As you got dressed, your shoved two pieces of folded clothes for each breast under the neckline of your gown, not wanting to risk any leakage, you donât how it happened, but Aemond must of somehow triggered the lactation in your breasts, sure, he was prone to suck on your titties every now and again when the both of your were raw dogging but last night was something entirely different.
âWhatâs the smell?â
âWhat smell, Princess?â
âI donât know⌠it smells like meat⌠it's really nauseating..âÂ
âWeâll try to find it and get rid of it, Princess.âÂ
âKing Aegon Targaryen.â Your guard announced as the king strutted in, one small boy tucked under his arm. âHow is the Kingâs favorite cupbearer?â He announced mischievously. You turn around and smile at the boy stuck in his fatherâs grasp. âHello Jaehaerys! Shouldnât someone be in their custom?â You pinched the boy's cheek making him squirm and giggle.
âJaehaerys here will one day be King, heâll be coming with us to the small council so he may learn first hand!â
âAh, so it's âTake your child to workâ day, is it?â
âOh course, he needs to learn how to be king by the king himself.â
âBut you yourself barely know how to be a king yourself!â You laugh, crossing your arms. âYouâre way too young for that! Besides, Helaena wouldnât want him at the council.â
âOh yeah, Helaena wonât be joining us, sheâs suffering from her drink the previous night.â
âLucky.â You scoffed as the chuckling King handed you his boy, you sat Jaehaerys on your lap and tickled his cheek. âRemember to behave, alright?â He nodded his head. âAlso, there is one more thing I should mention before we head in, it's about⌠Aemond.â
âWhat about him?â You asked, shrugging your shoulders.
âIâveâŚ. Invited him to the council and offered him a seat, I hope you understandâŚâ
âWell, He does ride the largest dragon, we canât exactly go forward with any battle without our best weapon.â
âYouâre a lot more understanding than I thought youâd be..â He murmured, you pet Jaehaerys head, having him lean into your hold as you once again shrug your shoulders. âIt was inevitable, but who put you up to it? Queen Alicent? Ser Otto?â
âSer Criston Cole, he is Lord commander of the Kingsguard and of my army, he will be the one drawing up our battle plans, we need all our fighters if weâre going to win this.â He takes Jaehaerys from you before you stand up and straighten out your skirts, a question leering in your mind. âI have to ask, did you notice anything strange with my husband recently?â
âI never notice anything about my brother, he bores me.â He states as he walks towards the door, Jaehaerysâ hand in his. âYou coming?â He asked. You hurry over and take Jaehaerysâ other hand in your as you all leave the room.
Approaching the small council room, Aegon picked up his son once again. âDo we really need to bring him along? Heâll probably find this boring.â You say and the king chuckles.Â
âJaehaerys must learn the ways of the court if he wishes to rule one day! Hehehe!- Up we go!â He laughed, carrying the young Prince up the stairs and planting him down âGood morrow my lords! Mother!â
Aegon sat himself down at the head of the table as you went over to the wine tray, picking up the jug of Arborâs gold and carrying it over to Aegon. âWhat news?â
âOur letters to the Vale and the North go unanswered.â Otto stated.
âCunts.â Aegon replied
âThat was to be expectedâŚâ You whispered under your breath as you poured Aegon his wine.
âTheâŚStormlands should be ours after Prince Daeronâs marriage pact to the lady, Floris Baratheon, I anticipate their sworn declaration.â The hand said, during this time, you could notice Jaehaerys fiddling with your uncleâs marble ball, your uncle getting irritated. âMy brother is raising the strength of the West to amass the golden tooth, but we- thank you, my prince, that is very helpfulâŚâ he muttered, trying to not get mad at the small boy.
âMy Nephew, Lord Ormund, musters his forces to sully forth from Oldtown, to march quickly- meeting little resistance, until they reach the Riverlands.â Ser Otto finished.
âMy letters to Rhaenyra, has there been any answer?â Alicent asked.
âAn apology for her dead son..?â Jasper Wylde murmured, looking away from her as the other cupbearer poured his wine.
âNone, your grace. Between that and their blockade of the gullet, we must presume that the Princess refused the offer terms⌠and that war is now inevitableâ Maester Orwyle answered.
âBut perhaps your grace could lend his voice to an outreach-â
âEnough!â
âhopes that new terms could be negotiated-â
âRelease it at once- would someone please-â
âIs the heir to the throne bothering you, Tyland?â Aegon asked, an air of authority, catching your uncle off guard. âN-No, no- Not in the least-â
âUncle, just give the boy the ball! Heâs not causing any harm!â You shout, from Aegonâs side, your uncle probably felt very silly in that moment, pickering with a child over one small thing. He slid the marble ball over to the young prince who proceeded to stuff the ball into his mouth, slobbering all over it. Aegon continued to laugh at the scene as your uncle mumbled under his breath.Â
âOff you go Jaehaerys! Good boy.â he laughed as the cupbearer took the young prince by his hand and led him out, the young prince still with the new master of coins marble ball. Tyland tried to reach for it back but Jaehaerys quickly hurried off, not wanting to give it back. âWhere were we?â The King asked.
âRhaenyraâs blockade has placed Kingâs landing under strain and those pressures will multiple quickly.â
âWell we should have just killed her when we had the chance..!â Aegon groaned annoyed
âRegrettably the element of surprise has been lost⌠and with it the chance to end this conflict quickly⌠we must play the board before usâŚâ You notice the Hand gives the Dowager Queen a look, interesting.
âIf we are to break the Sea snakeâs barricade, weâll need to bolster both the Lannister and Hightower navies.â
âWe do have need for a new master of ships.â Orwyle said. âWe could offer the title to the young lord, Dalton Greyjoy.â
The doors opened and your husband walked up the stairs. His gaze met yours and you had to ease yourself when your body froze on instinct. âAemond, what is your business here?â The Dowager Queen demanded as Aemond walked around the table. âThe king summoned me.â
âYou do not have a seat at this council.â She retorted.Â
âAemond is my closest blood and our best sword, I welcome him.â The King responded as your husband approached the board, a map of the Seven Kingdoms. âThe path to Kingâs landing is through the river lands⌠we must establish a toehold there, in Harrenhal.â
âThe riverlords will either for me or they will meet Vhagar and Sunfyre togetherâŚ- a-and we can burn the blockade while weâre at it.â Aegon said.
âRhaenyra has dragons as well.â
âMine are bigger.â
âIf we lose the dragons to war, there is no calling them back, we must proceed cautiously-â
âNo! Fat old lord Tully will either raise my banners or see his burn! We should fly to riverrun.âÂ
âYou are the King, but you must not put yourself at risk.â Ser Criston responded, standing by Aegonâs side. A bit too close for your liking any who, The Queen dowager spoke up again. âAnd Vhagar is needed here, to deter Rhaenyra from attacking⌠in retribution for the death of her son.â Her head turned towards your lord husband, he who seemed to have no more guilt from the night he came back dripping wet.
âErrors were made following the hours of King Viserys death⌠we mustn't compound themâŚ. Youâve already demonstrated your might, we must favor patience and restraint. I sent ravens by the hour, many and more houses will declare for you in due time. History and precedent will come to your side-â
âPrecedent⌠of course, precedent.â You smirk, putting down the kingâs goblet of wine, disgust filling you as you look out over the table of plotters and conspirators. âDo you have something to say, princess?â the hand grumbled.
âPrecedent usually- and only takes place when the King hasnât named an heir. Because the title usually goes to the next of Kin who is the eldest son- but the King did name an heir- none of you even cared enough to listen though-â
âAre your tits leaking?â Aegon asked, his eyes bulging from their sockets. You looked down to notice they were so, everyone was looking now. âShitâŚ!â You cursed, quickly covering your chest.Â
âPerhaps the Princess may be⌠excused for now?â Your uncle suggested, trying not to look.
âO-Oh, sure.â He said as you quickly left the room, but not before making eye contact with Aemond who was staring you down like a predator.
âHehehe-hahahaha!â Chrysha laughed as she tightened your corset. âStop laughing!â You cried, making sure you had more cloth covering your tits as your lady tied up the corset. âYou have to admit though- it is kinda funny!â
âNot when Iâm in a room full of old men and my judgmental mother in law.â
âEh- I bet the King was giving you looks though~â
âShut up!â You scoff, standing up and slipping into your new dress. Chrysha helped fasten it for you too. âI have to hurry, court begins soon and Aegon wants me there with him.â
âWe can literally get away with so many things now that Aegon is King. It's great.â
âWhat great sins have you committed then? Yâknow, while Aegon is King?â
âI kissed that one squire.â
âWhat squire?â You choked, looking up at her.
âThe one that serves under Aegon, Jarack Florent. One of the Queenâs nephews from her motherâs side of the familyâ
âGotta love nepotism- but isnât he kinda young?â
âOnly by two years, besides, heâs really cute- really- really cute~â
âOh my god!â you laughed, fixing your hair âOkay, Iâm ready, let's head down to the throne room.â Picking up your skirts, you and Chrysha hurried out of the holdfast, hastily your heels clicked against the ground. From a distance, you see Cayde, Harden and Marston standing about in the hallway, conversing with each other as you and Chrysha picked up the pace.
âIs Aegon here yetâŚ?â You spurted.
âShould be any minute, their council session usually ends right about now.â
âSpeak of the devil..!â Chrysha laughs as Aegon comes stopping forward, somewhat of an annoyed look on his face. His cape fluttering behind him. âThey never know when to shut up.â
âPatience is a great virtue for kings, good work!â You smile, pointing your thumbs up. Ser Arryk soon arrived on the scene and bowed to Aegon. âLet us go, court is in session and the hand awaits us.â
The men entered first as the doors opened wide.
âAegon the Magnanimous! Second of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm!â Cayde called.
âHail King Aegon!â Harden pronounced. You looked at Chrysha beside you, a gaze the two of you shared.
âHe couldnât have come up with a better name?â She scoffed as you held in your laughter. As you all approached the Iron throne, Aegon waited til you reached him before he âunceremoniouslyâ grabbed your wrist. âYour grace..â Ser Otto bowed as Aegon pulled you up with him, up onto the Iron throne. At that moment, it felt so surreal, being so close to the mighty seat.
Aegon sat himself down on the throne before having you sit on his leg, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist.. A few of the commoners and lords looked at each other, wondering why Aemond's wife would be so close to the King like that, in such an intimate way. âLet's hear the first petition, my good Lord Hand.â
One man stepped forward first, his hands in front of him, humble and polite despite his station. âGood morrow- ugh- your grace-â He began to pant, sweat dripping from his brow as you could see he was trying to calm himself, you felt sorry for him, bless his heart. Marston, Harden and Caydeâ chuckles could be heard from the left âItâs alright, thereâs no reason to be nervous. What's your name?â Aegon asked calmly.
âGr- eh- Jarad, your graceâŚ!â
âGood morning Jarad, and how may your king be of service?â
âTis my flock- a tenth of them taken byâŚ. The crown..on the cusp of winter.â As the man stumbles through his words, you notice everyone given each other looks based on his statement, a near damning statement. âIf I had time to plan-â
âAsk him if he was paid for the sheepâŚâ You whispered under your breath.
âWere you reimbursed for the sheep- Jarad?â Aegon asked, making the man mutter. âWhatâŚ?â
âThe sheep. Did the ones who take them pay for them?â Aegon asked again, in easier words for the man to understand.
âN-No, your grace. None- I just-â As the man continued to stumble over his words, Aegon began to whisper. âShould we just give him back his sheep?â You adjusted yourself in the king's lap while looking anywhere but him. âI can only assume those sheep are for the Dragons. Better to pay him back for the sheep that were taken..â
âIt- it's just that- I got a family- y-your grace-â
âIf those sheep were taken from you without reimbursement- rest assured, I will reimburse you for every sheep that was taken, I promise this.â
âT-Thank you- your grace-!â Jarad stuttered, Ser Otto climbed the steps of the throne, one step below the actual seat but still looking down on the pair of you. âYour grace, giving this man a full reimbursement of the flock that was taken would be unwiseâŚâ
âWhy?â Aegon muttered.
âWe are on the very cusp of war and it is imperative we have every coin we can spare remain in our coffers. Not many of his sheep were taken- it is a necessary tax for them.â
âCan we not just pay him for his sheep⌠Since he came all the way here for themâŚâ He mumbled.
âIf you give one flock of sheep back, theyâll all come expecting the same treatment, you must remain firm.â
âLord Hand.â You whisper, looking up at your grandfather in law. âWe are the crown, not thieves. That man and his familyâs lives are just as important as ours. We can not just take as we please- even if it is within our rights. Whatever price may come to pass for the sheep taken, we will pay it. We always pay our debts.â You reaffirmed.
Yes, you may have quoted the author but it was true. Surely you had enough money to repay one manâs flock or all their flocks. But it wasnât the man or his family you were trying to protect, it was Aegon. Otto was trying to talk him down out of it, make him change his mind. Just as you feared, the hand was trying to maintain a certain level of control over his grandson, one that you could not allow.
Aegon nodded, looking down at the man. âRest assured, you will be repaid for the sheep. Bring the next man.â
Jarad happily bowed before him before the next man came forward. Aegon was actually doing a really good job, all he needed was a little backbone. You can see the handâs logic but Aegon was king. He had to make these decisions for himself. He had to trust his judgment. âThat treasonous blockade wonât last long, I plan to send Vhagar to burn it to ash. Bring the next.â
The next man to step forward was a big fellow. Dressed as decently as any commoner could, his hair was a dark silver tied back with a neat bun and neatly trimmed beard. He bowed before you both before introducing himself. âHugh, your grace.â
You quickly straightened yourself up in Aegon's lap after you heard his name. Hugh, Hugh the Hammer. You know this guy! This is the same guy who came to dragonstone and claimed Verimithor! He fights with Jacerys in the battle of the Gullet and is there for the sacking of Tumbleton.Â
Jeez louiseâŚ
âThe smiths are all proud to support your grace against RhaenyraâŚâ
âBut..?â Aegon asked.
âBut⌠Iron costs have grown, a lone scorpion takes weeks to build.. To put it simply, we are struggling. If we could have the crownâs coin before we started work.. It would bring great relief⌠Not just to me but to all the smiths serving your cause.â
âYou shall be paid⌠and paid well. My army can not win a war without your weapons and should continue their making.â As the King spoke, the hand once again began to ascend the stairs, this was not good. âOur victory depends on the efforts of the small folk.â And with that simple line, the hand turned around and went back to his position.
âYou have my most sincere gratitude, your grace.âÂ
âIâll hear the next petition.â
Half an hour had gone by, if you were right. Aegon was able to move through the petitions quickly. And you had moved yourself to the floor, seated right by Aegonâs feet as you heard through the petitions one by one, giving Aegon advice when he needed it discreetly.
Up on the mezzanine, you spotted Lord Larys Strong or- the clubfoot listening intently to Aegon. You knew he was to be the new master of whispers soon and that he would aid Aegon when it came down to escaping Kingâs landing when Rhaenyra and Daemon landed.
You also know that at some point, heâll come under the suspicion that he poisoned Aegon and will face execution.
Walking up the small steps to the mezzanine was Aemond who perched himself as far away from the clubfoot as he could, you felt his intense gaze on you and hated it. Hated how small he could make you feel just by looking at you.
âIs that all the petitions?â Aegon questioned, looking around.
âWe have one more, your grace. One of the prisoners from the dungeon, a lady.â Ser Otto said, you could only think of one person, and the reason Aemond came here during court. Aegon motioned his fingers toward himself. âBring her forward.â
The doors to the throne room opened and there you saw your cousin, Elanya Lannister. She didnât look totally worse for wear. Her hair is neat and tidy, a clean dress. She wasnât starving clearly. Although you wouldnât have thought her a prisoner if she wasnât wearing a pair of handcuffs and two guards trailing behind her. âLady Elanya of House Lannister.â
More whispers could be heard, your own lady in waiting, in cuffs. This surely must be juicy. You stood up and descended the stairs, going a bit to the right where Chrysha waited.
âYou requested for the King to hear your plea, Lady Elanya, let us hear what you have to say~â He chuckled, raising his arm, urging her to go forth. Without further ado, your cousin lowered herself to her knees.
âYour Grace, first of all- I wish to apologize to you, to Queen Helaena, To Prince Aemond and to my beloved cousin, the Princess (Y/n) who I have offended with my untruthful accusationsâŚâ
âAccusationsâŚ? Lady Elanya, why donât you tell the court what⌠accusations you made were so serious, they ended with you being thrown in the black cells?â The court mumbled some more as you gulped. Looking down at your cousin, she still had that lingering look of resentment in her eyes.
But she wasnât stupid enough to act on it. Not with Aegon looking so amused.
âI accused the PrincessâŚ. Of having relations with you outside the marriage bed ....â The crowd gasped looking at each other. A serious accusation. Not just offending you but most of your in-laws. Aegon leaned forward, his hands together, knuckles intertwined. âA serious accusation indeedâŚ. Keep in mind, I do love having my good sister around- she has quite a nice face to look at- but at the end of the dayâŚ. This is my beloved brotherâs wife.â He smiled, a fake smile.
âAs much as my own loins stur whenever I see her, I have not had the pleasure of having her in my bed- despite my many offers- Iâm not the sort of man who begs a woman to come to his bed~â He chuckled making a few men in the crowd laugh. Didnât matter if they believed it or not, If Aegon declared it was true, then his word was law.
âBut this accusation- not only brings into question the integrity of my brother and good sisterâs marriage but the legitimacy of their child, As much as Iâd like your accusations to be true- they are not. So surely you understand the severity of your claims.â
âI do your grace. After my time in the dungeon, I have come to reflect deeply on my actions! About the potential harm I brought about on my cousin and her child, and her honor as a Princess. I know how deeply she loves Prince Aemond- how she would never betray him. I have offended your marriage with Queen Helaena by accusing you of infidelity⌠and I have offended Prince Aemond's dignity and standing. I was not in the right state of mind when I said this⌠and I fully intend to acknowledge my faults and to receive any punishment you decide.. All I ask for is mercy for my lifeâŚ..â
The crowd mumbled as the King leaned back in his seat, pretending to scratch his chin. âOh- I donât know⌠such a difficult decision. Why donât we ask the one you offended the most here with your accusations. Good sister?â Aegon perked up, looking down on you.
âWhat should we do with dear Elanya hereâŚ?â
You looked down on Elanya. You really wanted to slap her, kick her. You wanted to push her down a flight of stairs and have her break her neck-!
ButâŚ. you werenât that evil.
âElanya is stupid and jealous.â You spat, looking down on her. âI have no idea where in her right mind she thought it a good idea to do what she did to me. I was her friend, a dear companion. We were family and she was the one person I thought I could trust⌠my own blood.â
You look up at Aegon and bow before him. âBut I do not want her dead. It would bring me no satisfaction. The only thing I ask for is for the removal of my cousin from the position she has. I care not what happens to her, I never wish to look at my cousin again, she is dead to me.â
Aegon whistled before laughing out loud, clapping his hands. âDid you hear that Lady Elanya? Despite your malicious deeds, the Princess has requested your life to be spared so spare it I shall. But do not think you are off the hook just yet. I am offended you would think I would betray my dear wife and you offended my brother by saying his wife fools about with me- what say you, Aemond?â
Aemond had come forth from the mezzanine, his hands behind his back and he strutted over to her. âNormally, I would suggest pulling her tongue out so she canât tell any more lies.â You heard Elanya gasp, looking down as silent tears poured from her face. âBut I say a good beating will put her in her place. Works the same and I doubt anyone will believe another word from her mouth.â
âA fine idea! Guards, remove your gauntlets and get to work- oh and mind her face- it's not that bad either, would be a shame to see it disfigured.â
You stood back with Chrysha as you watched two guards remove their gauntlets as Elanya stood up and began to cry. The first one landed a punch in her stomach, immediately winding her, the second one was passed a stick before she got whacked in the back. The sight made you sick, seeing the two men savage her with the wooden sticks, blow after blow on her body. She cried out in pain.Â
What disturbed you more was how both Aegon and Aemond seemed to be, enjoying the sight. You forget they can be as bad as each other.
âI canât watch this anymoreâŚâ You mumbled.
âI can.â Chrysha chuckled before you picked up your skirts and hurried over to the room at the back of the throne room, a private room where only select personnel could go.
Once there, you had to release the contents of your stomach, the sight of blood making you sick.
Oh- and Milk was seeping from your titties and through your dress again! This fucking SUCKED
âYour shawl, Princess.â Chrysha murmured as she wrapped it around your shoulders, grabbing the fronts, you use it to cover your bare chest as you both slowly move behind Aegon and his posse as they ascend the stairs to Maegor's holdfast. Harden, Cayde and Maston diligently followed behind Aegon as you and a few other ladies trailed behind. âYour grace, it filled my heart to see you on the Iron throne.â Said a voice from up ahead.Â
Peering over their heads, you see Larys Strong or rather- Larys clubfoot as he gets called often. Lord of Harrenhal after the demise of his father and brother, Lyonel and Harwin Strong. Most definitely the uncle of Jacerys , the recently deceased Lucerys and little Joffrey after meeting both Baela and Jace. Aegon didnât seem to have any mind for him though.
âI was only a boy when Jaehaerys last graced his seat but you brought forth memories of him, and you have such a deft touch with the small folk, just as your father did.âÂ
âThank you, My Lord.â Aegon quickly smiled before continuing on his way.
âI wonder, do you have a moment for a quiet word?âÂ
Aegon stopped before shrugging his shoulders. The two of them entered onto the small balcony overlooking the inner courtyard of the keep. You, keeping your guard up, decided to lean against the arch way, while the others waited for Aegon.
âIt is the Handâs want to keep a grip on things⌠he controlled your father the same way. Viserys had a certain reputation as being pliable.â
âI am aware.â Aegon huffed.
âI would think, as we find ourselves standing within a hairâs breadth of war, that you would wish to be viewed differently.â
âHow?â
âOtto Hightower was your fatherâs hand, your graceâŚ. But the one you seeked the most advice from remained in your lap at court?â
âWhat?â
âIt was easy to notice- well, from where I stood. How the Princess whispered in your ear, how you stood your ground against him when she was there. I get the senseâŚ.. She protects you.â
âDonât be foolish- she is just a woman.â
âA woman you have clung to since youâve become King. I have heard many whispers, how you fool around with your brotherâs wife, but there is more to it than that. â
âI donât know what you mean.â
âShe grounds you, doesnât she? Gives you sage advice that has so far aided you not just as King but against your own councilâŚ. I suspect this has been your agreement since you went to visit her chambers the night you were crowned.â
âAnd how do you know about that?â Aegon demanded in a lowered tone.
âLet's just say a great many people owe me favors. I donât want your favor, your grace, only to serve my King..â
âAnd why should I trust youâŚ?â Aegon scoffed.
âBecauseâŚ. It's thanks to me⌠the white worm who had you in deathâs clutches has fled the city after we found her location and enterprisesâŚ. Burned them all down to ash so you no longer have to worry about her presence again.â
The white worm is gone? Shit. Then when has she gone? Perhaps to Dragonstone, in the book, she becomes Rhaenyraâs unofficial master of whisperersâŚ. And Larys becomes Aegonâs master of whisperersâŚ. But something about Larys was severely off putting. You didnât trust him, sure he was disabled in the leg but that didnât make him any less dangerous.
You had to be wary of him.
Hastily in yet another new dress, you walked through the holdfast, a shawl around you as you approached your Lord Husbandâs chambers. It wasnât often that you found yourself in Aemondâs chamber, he had always preferred to come to you- which in a way you appreciated. Not having to do the walk of shame every time you left, covered in sweat, make up running and hair messy.
In fact, the only time you had ever spent the night in Aemondâs chamber was the day of your wedding. The day he ruined you for all others and claimed you for himself. Back then, it was an absolute dream, now you're just trying to find a way out of this nightmare. You knocked on the chamber door, hoping he would answer soon.
The one who opened it was not your husband but rather your grandfather in law. Ser Otto looked you down, a tiny itsy bitsy hint of resentment in his eye, most likely for getting Aegon to go through with his decision. For not doing what he wanted.
âPrincess.â
âLord HandâŚ. Is my husband there?â The older man looked back and sighed. âYes, donât mind me⌠I shall see you on the morrow, princess.â The older man stepped out of the way, allowing you inside the room first before he exited and closed the door behind him. You quietly went ahead and found Aemond sitting comfortably in his chair, one leg tossed onto the other as he leaned back, his eye on you.
âWife.â
âHusband.â You answered as you went over to sit on the sofa next to him, his posture calm and relaxed. You on the other hand were nervous, you would much rather avoid him for all heâs done but he was still your husband. You couldnât avoid him forever. âCan we talk?â
âDepends, what do you wish to speak aboutâŚ?â He muttered.
Looking down at the little table in front of you, a map was spread out with little coins marking different areas. Harrenhal, Castles Rosby and Stokeworth, Sharp Point, Stonedance, Duskendale and Rookâs Rest. Was Aemond and Otto planning some war behind the council's back? Aemond maybe but Otto? It seemed very unlikely.Â
âAbout the other night, when you came into my room-â
âThen we have nothing to talk about, Iâm afraid⌠I donât remember much last night⌠I had a bit to drink.â You sat still, wondering if he was actually trying to act dumb or if he thought you were dumb, either way, both of you knew he was not drunk last night. âYou scared me last night.â
âDid IâŚ.?â He muttered, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together. âI am sorry my love. I shall not drink as often anymore-â
âOh bull! Bull!â You yelled, slamming your fist against the arm of the soft, catching his attention. âI know what a drunk man looks like Aemond and you were not drunk⌠you were having an episode⌠you arenât well.â
âIâm not well? I have no idea what you mean.â He denied.
âIt was like you had become a boy⌠you clung to me like I would disappear⌠you made me lactateâŚâ
âHmmâŚ? Lactate?â He questioned, not knowing what you meant when you said Lactate. You let your shawl fall off your shoulders and fish your hand through the top of your dress. Aemondâs eye bulged from his socket as you pulled out the wet cloth you had shoved to your breast. âLactate- as in- I got milk leaking from my boobs now- you saw me in the small council earlier- youe sucking must have triggered my boobs to lactate.â
âTrulyâŚ.?â He muttered, his eye going to your chest
âI'm really not sure how it works but yeah, I now have milk five months earlier than Iâm supposed toâŚâ You shoved the cloth back into your dress and looked over at your husband who seems to be more focused on your chest. Annoyed, you snap your fingers. âHey! Eye on me!â You demand.
âYouâre getting worked up over nothing my dearâŚâ
âOh no? Aemond- youâve not been yourself. You came into my room, naked as the day you were born save for that cloak and you clung to me like a lost child, you scared me⌠tell me whats wrongâŚâ
âNothing is wrongâŚâ He muttered.
âAemond, I love you!â You shout, hoping to hammer it in, grabbing his shoulders to make him look at you. âI know we have had our ups and downs in our marriageâŚ. Its not perfect and I know you and I could have been better spouses for the otherâŚ. But weâve made our mistakes, we have to live with them⌠but despite everything that has happened⌠I choose you.â
âMe?â He scoffed.
âYES! There are many times I have wanted to get away from you, to leave you behind but I stay knowing that running away wonât solve our problems⌠like it or not we're a family. Me, you and Aegal. Not choosing you means betraying this family, it means betraying AegalâŚ. Please Aemond, just talk to meâŚâ
âOh⌠I see. You were choosing me! Did you still pick me when you sat in Aegonâs lap, letting him parade you about like a common whoreâŚ?â He spat.
âWhat am I to do Aemond? Tell the King no? Since the day you aided in putting the crown on his head, I have had a noose on my neck! I can never say no to him, no one can say no to him. I have to be his cupbearer, dress how he wants me to dress and drag me wherever he wants because he is the king! You try denying the most powerful man in the realm.â
âOh of course. Does that mean you canât say no when he decides to drag you to his chamber, will you not refuse him when he slips his cock into your and fucks you like a whore? Will you reluctantly bear his children and make a cuckold out of me? A fool of Aegal? Just how far are you willing to appease him that cunt of a-â
The sound of skin against skin could be heard after you strike Aemond across the face, the back of your hand going red as you hit the good side of his face. âHow dare you?!â You cry. Aemond grabbed his face, his eye staring you down in shock. âWifeâŚ!â he growled.
âNO! You do not get to put the blame on me when you put us in this situation, Aemond Targaryen!â You shout, standing up. Looking down at him with disgust and resentment, it's about time you told Aemond exactly how you felt.
âWhat did you think would happen after Aegon became King? That he would just leave me alone? If you had let me take Aegon to Rhaenyra- all of this could have been avoided! Sure we wouldnât have as much power as we did before but at least no one would have had any control over us! We would have been free to live our lives as we saw fit!â
âYou mean to tell me you donât crave the power of command?â Your husband sneered. âThe most powerful seat in the world and you would have given it up for some old cunt?â
âYES! Believe it or not Aemond- you donât need a seat to be happy! Weâre two rich and privileged young people who have everything we could possibly dream of! You have an enormous and ancient war dragon ready to merk anything by your command! You and the rest of the family decided what you had wasnât enough and got greedy! Now look at us! Iâm at the mercy of your brother who can do what he likes and not get punished for it and for what? Because you couldnât swallow your pride?!â
âWhat is your point?!â He shouted.
âMy point is because of your actions, I have played with the cards Iâve been dealt! I love you Aemond⌠but I love our son more. And if sitting in the Kingâs lap and pouring his wine is enough to get us by then so be it! He is our King and I will do what I can to remain in his favor so that Aegal is in his favor! You talk about duty and sacrifice, Aemond but you have no idea what that looks like! Mine is where I have to give up both my dignity and integrity just to ensure both of us are protected- and youâve been no help to either of us..â
âShut upâŚ. Shut upâŚ!â He growled, standing up and grabbing your face. You felt your heart jump to your throat as you grabbed his wrists, wanting him to stop, scared that he might hurt you. âWifeâŚ. My sweet silly wifeâŚâŚâŚ my darling.â He murmured, looking down on you.
âDonât say thatâŚ. You know how important both you and Aegal are to me⌠I never wanted you to be hurt⌠I'm sorryâŚ..Iâll fix thisâŚ. I promise you I will fix this, I wonât betray you or Aegal again- just let me find a way to help you-â
âBetray me? You wonât betray me? Awful rich coming from youâŚâ You scoffed, looking him up and down.
He stiffened, letting go of your face and stepping back. âHow long have you known?â
âSince I got back from King's Landing. Helaena told me the first day I arrived and from what I heard- you werenât doing much to hide it.â
âThen why did you wait so long to tell meâŚ?â He choked, you grabbed your shawl and wrapped it back around your shoulders, never breaking eye contact with him. âSimple, because I donât care.â
âYou donât care?â He growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you forward. âWhat do you mean you donât care?! Were your words of love but a lie?â
âGet off!â You shout, ripping your arm away from his. âAnd no! They werenât! You are my husband and the father of my child! I canât exactly get rid of you as I pleaseâŚ! You are Aegalâs father so you will always be an important part of my life⌠but after what you did in the KingswoodâŚ. I can never look at you the sameâŚâ
âI did that to protect you!â He argued.
âMen who love their wives donât butcher them! I have hurt you but you act like you're the only person in the world who has been wronged! I have nightmares of you chasing me, slicing me up! Full on murdering me- sleeping with Elanya is the least hurtful thing youâve done to me!â
âI would never kill you! How could you think I would do thatâŚ.?!â he cried.
âI donât know what youâre capable of, Aemond! And that's the most terrifying thing about you, I donât know how low youâll go to get even⌠but all I know is I canât be with you like that anymore⌠if you want more kids, go find your mistress and impregnate her⌠let us live separate and happy lives Aemond⌠because we canât be happy if weâre togetherâŚâ
âBut Iâm only happy when Iâm with youâŚâ He confessed.
âThen maybe you shouldnât have done what you did⌠next time⌠donât come to my room during your episode, I donât wanna deal with it.âÂ
And with that, you stomped over to the door and exited, leaving your husband behind.
â(Y/n)! Bring that lady friend of yours and hurry up!â Aegon cackled as you and Chrysha hurried after Aegon.
âWhat are we doing now?!â You whine, picking up your skirts as you walk through the doors of the throne room, Cayde, Harden and Marston were lounging on the steps to the giant throne as if waiting for your arrival. âWell if it isnât the lovely ladies~â Marston laughed as Aegon grabbed your arm and dragged you to the top of the steps where you were once again sitting in Aegonâs lap like a rag doll.
Chrysha sits at the bottom of the steps with her knees tucked to her chest as Cayde offers her his cup.
âCome up, must join us for a drink- weâre celebrating my first successful court holding.â Aegon remarked, sipping from his cup, you rolled your eyes and placed your hands on your stomach. âUgh, your grace- are you forgetting something-â
âIt's honey wine.â
âGive me that shit!â you squawked, taking his cup and drinking from it as quickly as you could. The abstinence was KILLING you, surely one little cup wouldnât kill you or Aegal. Youâve been such a good girl withholding from your favorite beverage, you deserve it. âHahahahahahaha! Look at her! Sheâs even worse than you, Aegon!â Harden chortledÂ
âYou try getting fucking pregnant you asshole! Do you have any idea how long it's been since Iâve had anything decent to drink? Iâm stuck on water and milk because anything less would kill Aegal.â You retorted.
âAn Asshole?â Harden pondered.
âMy darling good sisterâs- little invention- Iâve been trying to use it more in my own vocabulary.â
âI find it strange- donât most people wait until their child is born to name them.â Marston stated.
âYeah I know, but since everyone is hoping for a boy and- well I havenât really decided on a girlâs name yet, Iâm calling him Aegal.â
âBut what if he doesnât look like an Aegal?â
âWhat do you mean- âWhat if he doesnât look like an Aegalâ?!âÂ
âI mean- what if you birth him and look at his face. He could look more like a Maegor or a Jaehaerys!â
âWell- Iâve said this before- I donât want to take a name that's already been used so many times- how many Aegonâs have we had now?!â
âWell he is the second now, princess.â Chrysha answered.
âYeah- but what about Aegon the uncrowned? Or King Jaehaerys first son, Aegon? Then there's Rhaenyraâs son, Aegon- and try as they might, no one is ever really gonna live up to the first Aegonâs name.â You look at Aegon and shrug your shoulders. âSorry Aegon.â
âSo what you're saying is- I have to outdo my predecessor? Is that correct?â
âNot what I said- but in all honesty, how are you gonna top what he did? Like is there another couple of kingdoms you could conquer?â
âSpeaking of names- I need to be a symbol to the small folk as well as the nobility.â
âYou could always be Aegon the strong.â Marston said, shrugging
âMy nephewâs already taken that one. âAegon said jokingly.
âWell which one would you prefer my grace? To be loved or feared?â Harden questioned.
âI need to be both. My mother and grandsire mind me like some helpless duckling.â Your king scoffed, he took the cup back from you and put it to his lips. âOh well, youâre the king. Who gives a shit what they say?â Marston replied.
âMy brother, at least, knows his placeâŚ. Heâs as loyal as a hound⌠and his wife as voluptuous as ever~â He smirked, grabbing your waist and squeezing, making you squeak. âAegon!â You cried as his friends laughed. âYou do that again and I swear to god- Iâm gonna smack you in the face!â
Chrysha laughed this time. âYou could- but knowing his grace- heâd probably like it~â Everyone laughed at her joke.
âI could set him and his dragon on my foes at will!â He proclaimed. âI need a style that demonstrates power and commands respectâŚ. No one knows what âmagnanimousâ means.â
âYou could be Aegon the generous, that could charm the smallfolk.â Marston said.
âIs there more strong wine?â Cayde asked.
âAegon the Dragonheart.â Harden suggested.
âBetter!â Aegon giggled in his drunken stupor.
âAegon the Dragoncock!â Cayde jokingly said as Aegon made you both stand up as he paraded his arms. âYes, yes! The untamable beast!â Â
In the throne room where all you could see was Aegon, Chrysha and his friends. The knights of the kingsguard as well as a few other guards, you spot two men and a dog walking from the mezzanine to the doors of the throne room as smoothly as possible, not a sound out of either of them as they keep their heads down.
âWho are they?â You asked, looking at the men as they soon disappeared out of sightÂ
âHuh..who? Oh- probably just the rat catchers⌠Helaena was complaining about them this morning- I donât know..!â He laughed.
Rat catchers?
This time of night?
NoâŚâŚ. it couldnât be- fuck!
Blood and cheese.
You felt your heart in your throat as you collapsed back onto the throne, gripping your chest. They were here. You knew this would come eventually but now? You werenât prepared. You knew it was them because one of them looked a bit too large and muscular to be a simple rat catcher, he was a member of the city watch, a former soldier of Daemonâs who preferred the lord flea bottom to the Hightowers.
âEh- (Y/n)... you alright?â Aegon asked, his head falling to the side of his shoulders as he examined you. He probably wouldnât be much help as of now, drunk as he was.. âI- Iâm fine. I- Iâm just a bit poor at the moment⌠must have been the wineâŚ.â
âPrincess?â Chrysha said, standing up quickly and losing all her humor in that moment.
âSorry my lords, youâll have to excuse me- I think I made a mistake drinking that wineâŚ.âÂ
âOh- go on then. Youâll be the one missing out!â Aegon said jokingly as you descended the stairs and Chrysha met you halfway. âSome other time then.â She smiled as she quickly escorted you out of the throne room, there you picked up your pace. âWe have to hurry.â You commanded as you picked up your skirts and hurried up to the holdfast.
âW-Wait-! (Y/n)! Why are you running so fast, are you not ill?â
âWe donât have time! Helaena and the twins are in danger!â You cried as you made it to the royal apartments with Chrysha in toe. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, all the way to your lord husbandâs chamber. If you could alert Aemond what was about to happen, he could help. Stop the murder of his nephew before it happened.
âIn danger?! What do you mean theyâre in danger?!â Chrysha gasped as you busted down the door to your husband quarters-
Only to find he wasnât there.
âShit! Heâs gone! Where the fuck has he gone?!â You wailed as you began to search around the room, hoping to find some clue as to where he had gone. Chrysha hesitantly entered the room, looking around with a nervous look. âPrince Aemond is into some dark things⌠isnât he?â She asked, referring to a tapestry on the wall, an artwork depicting the burning of Harrenhal.
âI know, I have a thing for bad boys unfortunately.â You say looking over at his rack of weapons, his Valyrian steel dagger that you had equipped in the milk snake skin was there up top. You shivered, it gave you bad memories of when you and him were in Kingswood, the same dagger he used to carve you up.
âHis cloak is gone⌠heâs not even in the castle!â You gasped, wanting to knock something down when you heard something loud. Like the grinding of stone. âWhat was thatâŚ.?â You whispered.
âThe wall!â Chrysha murmured, hurrying over to you. She pointed at the wall near Aemondâs chairs where you earlier had your last conversation with him. âThe walls are moving!â
Oh fuck. Aemond had a secret door leading from his room to one of Maegorâs passageways, and you could only guess who was on the other side. âHide!â You hushed, grabbing Chryshaâs hand and running over to the bed. You two slid under your husbandâs bed and looked through the drapes as the two thugs entered.
âNo oneâs hereâŚâ Said the smaller lad, most likely cheese.
âWe need to keep looking.â Blood commanded as he looked around
âI told ya, Iâm not supposed to be up here!â
âDid ya not hear the prince?â Blood scoffed as he scooped up the coins from the map, the ones Aemond laid out earlier. âNo head, no goldâŚ. Set a trap!â
âHuhâŚ?â Cheese mumbled as blood set on one of the tables. âFor appearances.â He stomped over to his college and grabbed the torch from his hand. âIâll search the next room.â First it was blood to leave and then it was Cheese. You looked over at Chrysha who had frightful tears leaking from her eyes. âWhat is going on- what the fuck is going on?!â She cried.
Meanwhile, a heavy realization dawned on you. At this point, you could only assume all the rooms in the royal apartments had some kind of secret passageway, Maegor probably built it that way for if anything happened to the castle, all the royals could escape without going through the most obvious exits. This rat catcher was hired by Daemon because he knew that Cheese knew all the routes of Maegorâs holdfast.
If the plan was to kill Jaehaerys, they would have entered through the door directly to the nursery⌠but they didnât. They entered through your husbands. All this time, you thought Daemon would have sent two cold blooded thugs to dispatch a little boy- but you were wrong- the book was wrong!
Jaehaerys was never the intended target, it was Aemond.Â
It only made sense that he would go after the one responsible for his step sonâs death and the rider of Vhagar. It all made sense now. Clever GeorgeâŚ.
âChryshaâŚâ You choked, as you got out from under the bed. Chrysha refused to leave but you grabbed her and dragged her out! âChrysha!âÂ
âAre you crazy!? Theyâll murder us and rape our dead bodies- or the other way around! We need to hide- or fucking run away!â She cried.
âNo! They wonât find Aemond here, so theyâll go for the next best thingâŚ.. Chrysha⌠you need to run to the throne room- get Aegon and the others! Get anyone who will listen and bring them here! Tell them I said it- do whatever you can!â
âBut what about you?â She whimpered as you dragged a stool over to the weapon rack and climbed up. You picked up the milk snake dagger, the same one Aemond had used on you and opened it up. The Valyrian steel pattern is evident on the iron. âI need to buy time. For you, for Helaena and the twins.â
You peeked out the door to see that the hallway was empty, it had begun to rain heavily, lighting had struck and the coast was clear. âHurry now!â You gasped as Chrysha picked up her skirts and bolted, taking her shoes off as she ran as fast as she could down the hallway and to the stairs, disappearing from sight.
âShitâŚ.!â A handmaiden rushed out of one of the rooms, one of Helenaâs as she looked around for places to go. âOver here!â You whispered as she quickly hurried over and ducked into Aemondâs room. Hiding behind the same wall as you as Blood came rushing out of the previous room and passed you. Probably looking for the handmaiden.
âThank youâŚâ She whispered.
âDonât thank me yetâŚâ You murmured as you watched Blood look around, a gasp was heard and a âQuiet!â Was shouted. Blood was out of sight, you looked over at the handmaiden and huffed. âGo get help. Anyone, tell them I sent you!â
She quickly nodded before rushing out the door and out of the apartments. You stalked Blood with the dagger in hand as he entered the nursery. âStay still!â You heard cheese say as you walked over to the entrance and crouched down so they wouldnât see you. Cheese laughed maliciously- your heart sank as you witnessed a terrified Helaena with a knife to her neck, tears threatening to leave her eyes.
âWho the fuck is she?â Blood spat.
âSheâs the Queen, she is!â Cheese giggled, the sick fuck.
â âA son for a son,â he said. Well, does she look like a fucking son to you?!â
âCheese simply cackled, shaking his head before he nodded in his direction. âOver there!â The direction they were looking at were the two little beds, in each of those beds slept your little nephew and niece. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Two innocents who had nothing to do with anything. âWe need to get our head and get out.â Cheese replied as Helaenaâs knees faltered a bit as she wepted and struggled against the man who simply told her to âshushâ like he wasnât about to murder her children.
Blood looked over their little cribs, pushing back their curtains, examining the children. âThey both look the same! Which oneâs the boy?â Cheese questioned.
âMaybe that oneâŚâ Blood grunted, pointing his knife at Jaehaera.
âWell- look for a cock!â Cheese commanded. Blood slowly approaches both cheese and Helaena, looking her up and down her scared form. âThe mother knows.â
Cheese put his mouth up to your good sisterâs ear before grunting- âDo anything but what I ask and Iâll bleed the whole lot of ya.â He commanded as he let her go, allowing Helaena to stand on her own, two bloody scars on her neck, ones you haven't seen before cheese let her go. She was absolutely terrified. Helaena wasnât much of a social person, liked her own space and got terribly anxious when in confrontational situations. Youâd hate to see how fast her heart was beating in that moment. âWhichâŚ?â Cheese demanded.
Through warbling lips she reached around her neck âI have a necklaceâŚâŚ it's of great value-â
But before she could properly take it off, Blood snatched it from her neck and gave her a melancholic look. âThat's not a son.â He said simply, Helaena, getting more scaredâŚ. More upset and desperate as tears finally dripped down.
âPleaseâŚ.. Donât kill my boyâŚâŚâ She begged.
âYou tell me which ones the boy or Iâll rape you til your cunt bleeds, then Iâll rape that little girl of yours while your boy watches before I cut off his head- now tell us! Which one is the boyâŚ?â Cheese threatened, pointing his knife at her.
Helaena, eyes full of despair, ponting a Jaehaerys. His bed is right next to the door. Blood nodded his head before looking over at Jaehaerysâs bed, but hesitation flickered in his eyes. âWait- It's the other one. Sheâs not gonna give up the Kingâs heir that easy.â
You saw her eyes turn to cheese and he put down the knife. âNo⌠sheâs telling true.â Both men walked over to Jaehaerys bed. âHold him down.â Blood grunted, his back to you as Cheese got to the other side and slammed his hand on Jaehaerys mouth, the boy startled awake and began to scream into the larger manâs hand.
âNoâŚ!â Helaena cried.
In that moment- you striked.
Coming out from your hiding spot, you rushed forward and drew the dagger above your head. âHAARGH!â You screamed, driving the dagger deep into Bloodâs back.
âAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!â The grown man roared as he collapsed onto the boyâs body, cheese had backed up, his knife still in hand. âWhat the fuck!?â Helaena had quickly rushed over to her daughterâs side and picked up Jaehaera from her bed. â(Y/n)?!â She cried.
âMummy! Mummy!â Jaehaerys cried, trying to push the larger man off.
âYou bitch! You fucking bitch! What did you do to me?! What did you do?!â Blood cried. Judging by where you stabbed, you got blood right in the spinal cord, paralyzing him from the waist down. With a strength you had not possessed until now, you yanked out the dagger the manâs spine, dripping with bloodâs blood.
Although your arms were shaking, you pointed the knife at the other assailant, teeth chattering, you greeted them and furrowed your eyebrows. âYou want a fucking headâŚ? Come for me then! I carry Aemond Targaryenâs son inside me. Come for me you fucking coward!â You cried.
âYou bitch! You right fucking bitch!â He roared before turning his back and jumping over the bed for Helaena and Jaehaera. Helaena quickly ran while she could but she was carrying Jaehaera and Cheese was quicker, grabbing her by the hair. âAGH!â
âDonât you touch her!â You shrieked, rushing forward as slashing your knife at his offending arm, he squealed in pain, letting Helaena go. âRUN! Get out of here!â You ushered as ran past you and out the door, leaving you alone with Cheese, a screaming crying Jaehaerys and a crippled Blood.
âIâm gonna fucking rip that stomach open and present that little bastardâs head to the PrinceâŚ!â
âEnough with the yapping and come get me- pussy!â You shouted at Cheese came for you, you swung the dagger but he dodged it, swinging his own knife, slicing your upper arm. âAgh!â You cried, backing away. He came for you again but this time as you swung, you got him on his side, slashing his hop as he roared. âYou little cunt!â He shouted before smacking your dagger away with ease before pushing you to the wall.
âNow theyâre gonna come and kill me! All thanks to you!â He screamed. Raising the knife above his head, he went to strike you down but your quickly raise you hand and-
âAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!â You screamed, his blade going straight through your left hand, tears free falling from your eyes as you tried to hold him back, you uninjured, pushing back the knife to prevent it from going through. âYou should have stayed well out of it you little cunt!â
âGuh!â You croaked, gritting your teeth as he leaned forward. âYou could have walked away- now Iâm gonna kill you and two little boys!â
âYouâre not killing ANYONE!â You screamed before spitting in his eye. He flinched back and his force was lightened. In that moment, you picked up your skirts and drove your leg straight up into his crotch, putting his balls back inside him. âYOU BITCH!â He cried, falling onto the floor and grabbed his family jewels. âYou bitchâŚ! You fuckin stupid bitch!â he wept as you pulled the knife from your hands.
â(Y/n)! (Y/n)...!â Jaehaerys cried.
âIâm gonna fucking kill you! Iâm gonna kill you- you dumb cunt! Iâll kill you! Iâll kill you!â Blood cried pathetically as you hurried over to Jaehaerys bed and grabbed blood. âGet a new pair of legs, then weâll talk you dumb fuck!â You curse, pulling the paralyzed man of your nephew with what strength you had left and taking his hand.
âCome on! Let's go!â You pulled him out of the bed and rushed out of the room. You were only a few steps out the door when you felt fingers wrap through your hair. âLet me go!â You screamed only for a punch to be delivered into your eye. You fell to the floor, making sure to protect your belly and you landed.Â
âAunty-!â Jaehaerys cried before his own hair was grabbed. There stood Cheese, solemnly pissed off as he held his blood knife. âIf Iâm fucking dying- Iâll you little cunts with me to the seven hells if I have toâŚ!â he snarled as he pressed his knife against Jaehaerys neck and began to slice.
âNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!â You screamed from the ground as the blood began to spill from his ivory neck and onto his clean white nightclothes, dying them red. It was gargantuous- you couldnât do nothing- you couldnât save him!
âRAGH!â
Just then, a blow was delivered to the back of Cheeseâs head, sending him to the ground. It was Aegon with his friends and the kingsguard. âGET OFF MY SON!â The king roared as he and the others descended about the assassin with an absolute savagery you had not seen before.
Jaehaerys fell to the ground, blood pouring from his neck as you quickly crawled over, placing your hand on the wound as blood squirted between your fingers. âHELP! HELP US! SOMEBODY HELP US!â You screamed, catching Aegonâs attention as he collapsed beside you and ripped up some of his shirt, pressing it against the boyâs neck. âSOMEONE CALL A MAESTER!â Aegon roared through angry tears as both Cheese and Blood were dragged away. The pair of you surrounding Jaehaerys as he choked, clinging to life. âMY SON IS DYING!â The king screamed.
âIâm sorryâŚ. Iâm sorryâŚ!â You choked, hot tears flooding from your eyes as an army of Maesters hurried over to the scene. Ser Arryk picked you up and carried you to your room. âNo- wait! Aegon- Aegon needs me!â You wailed.
âPrincess! You are grievously harmed, yourself!â He argued as one of the maesterâs hurried in to attend you. You remember at some point, Chrysha rushing in, crying and fretting over your injured state but you couldnât care less.
You had failed. You have failed to stop blood and cheese, you have failed to save Jaehaerys. If you couldnât save one little boy, you couldnât save anyoneâŚ
The whole entire keep was in uproar, guards assaulting simple servants, rooms being ransacked as people ran back and forth, screaming for their lives as the dogs barked. A patch was placed over your eye, a cast and sling around your hand and arm. Despite the need for rest, you demanded Chrysha to help you to Aegonâs chamber where you caught him smashing up King Viserys sculptures of the Valyrian freehold.
âIâll kill them! Iâll kill them all! Traitors and Villains! They dare strike at me!â He roared.
âYour Grace-â Cayde tried to say before Aegon pointed his sword at him. âI am the King! I am the King!â He cried, pointing the sword at both Cayde and Marston as they tried to assuage him, calm him down. âTraitors and Villains! Fire from the sky! This is war! I declare war!â
You stumbled inside with Chrysha guiding you in, Marston closing the door behind you. âYour graceâŚ!â You cried, looking over at Aegon who continued to wreck his fatherâs work.
âYour grace!â You croaked. He looked over at you, saw your bloody, bruised and battered state. He dropped his sword and Chrysha let go of you. Holding your case with your good hand, you bowed before him. âI- Iâm sorryâŚ. Iâm so sorryâŚ.!â You fell to your knees and placed your head on the ground.
âI am so sorryâŚ. I tried- I tried to save him! I tried to- but it wasnât good enoughâŚ!â
âAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!â Aegon screamed, giving the piece one more kick before dropping to his own knees, holding his head in his hands.
The bells wrung out, cutting out your voices clear with pain.
âAnd where were the members of this council while the murderer threatened their king?!â Aegon demanded, pacing the room of the small council. You sat opposite of the Queen, in Lord Jasperâs seat as the master of laws stood tall. Everyone could see the damage done to you. Even your horrified uncle who still decided to ask a stupid question. âWere you also threatened, your Grace?â
âI COULD HAVE BEEN!â He screamed, smashing a table right next to your uncle as he made his way over to you. âMY SON- is my legacy! My son is heir to the iron throne!â He choked as his gaze went towards Ser Criston who stood by the window.. âAnd where were you, the Lord Commander of my Kingsguard?â
âI was abed, Your Grace, having ordered the Nightâs watch.â The knight defended himself, only leading you to scoff. Some fucking Nightâs watch when they missed all the action going down. âAbed?ABED?! Instead of safeguarding the sanctity of my family!?â
âThis is not the time for blind accusations, You Grace. Weâll know who did this soon enough.â Otto said only for Aegon to get in his face, leaning over the table. Who did this- Who- What?! Is there any question who did this?! Who would do this save the bitch Queen of bastards, the smug CUNT on Dragonstone! There she sits across the bay, on her rock, laughing at me! Sheâs fucking laughing at me!â He roared, throwing his cup at the pillar beside Lord Jasper.
âIt wasnât herâŚ!â You cough, everyone is looking at you. Aegon looked at you with betrayal. âWhat are you talking about- you know it was her!â
âIt was Daemon!â You yell, scooting back your seat to stand up, your uncle rushing over to aid you. âI heard them- I was in Aemondâs room when they came in through Maegorâs passageways. The rat catcher knew where to go and how to get there. I heard them discussing their plans- Jaehaerys was never the intended target- it was AemondâŚ!â
âAnd they said this?â Otto demanded, looking over the table.
âThink about itâŚ! Maegor created those passageways in case the royal family ever needed to escape⌠they probably could have gone straight to the nursery but they went to Aemondâs room? They wanted to kill Aemond but he wasnât there- so they went for the next best thingâŚ!â
âShe is right.â Said a voice. Larys Strong entered the small council room, stuck in hand âIf I may, your grace, my lords. After âinterviewingâ our guests, they quickly spilled their secrets. Daemon has come here in secret, paid them to find Prince Aemond but he wasnât in his room when they got there ....one is a rat catcher employed by the house and the other is a gold cloak.â
âIâll kill him myself!â Aegon declared walking forward.Â
âWeâd do well to get what information we can from them- I trust the mastery of your trade, Lord Larys.â
âDaemon is probably out there in the bay! Fleeing right now! I need to get to Sunfyre and kill him while heâs crossing the bay! We know our enemy!â Aegon said
âA king may have more than one enemy, Your grace.â Ser Jasper said. âWe would do well to ascertain if this is your sisterâs hand or if there is a serpent nestles closer to our bosoms-â
âI suppose you're right, Ironrod⌠could be anyone of you in this roomâŚâ He growled, looking over at you all, intensely. You couldnât blame him, his son had been murdered.
âLord Jasper is correct. In one sense, we must determine what happened.and if we in the keep are still in peril. In another sense of course⌠it doesnât matterâŚâ Otto whispered, looking back at your uncle. Tylandâs jaw hung low. âYou mean to blame Rhaenyra, tell the realm she has done this.
âIâll have the realm tell you nothing! We were assaulted within our own walls! Within our own beds. I will not be seen as weak-!â
âYouâre already seen as weak- Aegon.â The hand said, cutting off his grandson the king as he cursed under his breath and smashing more things to smithereens. âGAH!â He cried. The Hand sighed and rolled his shoulders. âA hasty coronation- a dragon escaping the pit-â You and everyone else sat down to continue the meeting. âThe people see an omen! They whisper in the streets, they say Rhaenyra should be Queen!â
âSo you would put the blame on her? Just- completely disregard she had nothing to do with it! We should be naming Daemon as the perpetrator! She would be forced to cast him aside- she would no longer have caraxes!â You argued.
âDaemon is her husband and whatever he does- she is to answer for! But I would do more than just that. A funeral progress, let them see the child. Let them look upon the works of this pretender to the throne!â Otto said, Aegon sat on the chair, in total disbelief of what his grandfather had said. Even Alicent looked horrified âfatherâŚ.â
âAre you fucking insane?!â You shout, banging your fist against the table, eyeballing the hand.
âPrincess-â
âAegon and Helaena have just lost their fucking son in the most grusome and traumatic way?! How dare you ask this of them?!âÂ
âI will not have my little sonâs bodyâŚ- dragged through the street like a dead dog-â
âNot dragged! Honored Escorted to the dragonpit to be burned as a targaryen prince!â Otto shouted.
âYour Grace-â Jasper tried to say.
âNo!â Aegon cried.
âLet no one say I do not grieve. Jaehaerys is my great grandson, I love him. I will not have him die in vain. Those who declared for Rhaenyra, will they still support her when they hear of her depravity? Or will they rather not renounce her? Jaehaerys will do more for us than a thousand knights in battle.â Otto said.
Aegon was on the verge of tears, confused on what to do, his grandfatherâs words getting to him, you decided you had enough before smacking your fist on the table again.
âIf you had any real love for this fucking family- you wouldnât be asking this of us! Dying in vain- he was a little boy caught up in the problems that we started! He is paying for our mistakes and the fact you want to sit here and milk whatever more sympathy you can out of the common folk is absolutely disgusting! You are a disgusting man and you should be ashamed of yourself!â You bark.
You grab Aegonâs hand and look him in the eye. âYou donât have to do this Aegon- heâs your son! Yours and Helaenaâs son and no one else should get a say about his send off then the two of you!â
âWould you pass up this opportunity?!â Otto barked.
âFuck it and fuck you!â You curse, startling the old man. âI care more for the peace of mind for my King and Queen than I do your schemes, you evil little man!â
âNiece-â
âYour grace!â Maester Orwyle burst in through the doors, his hands and arms covered in blood as he waddled up the stairs and over to you, bowing his head. âYour graceâŚâ He panted.
âWhat is it, OrwyleâŚ?You are late.â Aegon huffed, covering his head with his hands.
The maester bowed and continued. âThe princeâs condition- it is critical but he has gotten through the worst of it, he is out cold now but his heartbeat is steady and he was given milk of the poppy, we will continue to monitor him through this time-â
âWait- wait, wait⌠what are you sayingâŚ?â Aegon asked, looking at the doctor through weary and confused eyes. You also felt confused. âMaesterâŚ?â You said.
âPrince Jaehaerys livesâŚ..the cut was deep but thankfully pressure was applied before any more blood was lost. His vocal cords were damagedâŚ. He may never speak again but at the rate heâs going- he will live-â
âJaehaerys is alive?! Heâs alive?! Heâs alive?!â You squawked as you and Aegon got up from your seats.
âMy son lives?! Please tell me this is not some wicked prank!â Aegon said, tears falling from his eyes and the maester shook his head, âWe have taken care of the wound and put him on bed rest. My team is working tirelessly to see to it that the Prince makes it out of it- I assure you, Jaehaerys Targaryen will live.â
âI did itâŚâ You muttered.Â
In that moment, the sudden relaxation and relief caused your body to falter. â(Y/n)!â Aegon called as you fell, he caught you in his arms before you hit the ground.
But all you could do was pass out with a smile.
Jaehaerys would live, you had successfully defied fate.
Summary: Everyone dreams atleast once in their life to be transported to the world of their favourite series. Whether that be a book, a video game, a TV show or a movie series. But after a serious falling out with a loved one, you find yourself in your favourite book about to marry your favourite character, you think this to be an apology of sorts after your untimely death but you soon begin to eat your words when you realise that some broken characters don't want to be fixed.
TW: Dark content! Decapitated head, soft smut, pregancy sex, alchol, jealousy, violence, sword fights, prostitution and childhood trauma, reader giving spoilers to everyone. The Smiths
Masterlist
â(Y/n).....?
âMmmhhâŚ.â You grumbled. The surface you laid on was cold against your skin, what skin that was on display. You felt hands on your body, desperately trying to shake you awake, your groggy eyes opened and you found yourself in the throne room, laying before the great iron throne. It was dark, no lights save for the full moon shining in through the windows. âWhatâŚ.?â
â(Y/n)! Please wake up- you gotta wake up!â Cried a familiar voice. You look up and see your ex, crouching beside you.
âW-What?!â You gasp, sitting up, you look down at yourself as if you saw you were in your clothes, your modern clothes! Your boot cut jeans and your dirty converse shoes. Your black slash neck top and your white and red racer jacket. You quickly grabbed your hair and found it was back to its original color. âWhat's happening?!â You gasped as he quickly helped you to your feet, his hands wet with sweat as he looked around. âWe have to escape while we can! Hurry!âÂ
âEscapeâŚ?â
A voice boomed loudly within the loud room, sending shivers within your body.
â(Y/N)!?!?!â
It was Aemond, you pulled your exâs arm and immediately the two of you began to bolt from the room, hand in hand you ran through the castle corridors, making twists and turns through the seemingly barren palace. Your squeaky shoes screeching against the floors. âWhere are we going?!â
âThere's a door somewhere around hereâŚ! We can get back to our world through there!â He yelled as the two of you thundered up a set of steps, your steps werenât the only ones you could hear.  âÄbrazČłrys!? Ao kostagon daor dakogon syt bĹsa!â
[Wife!? You can not run for long!]
The two of you made it to Maegorâs holdfast as the two of you ran towards what looked like the Kings Chambers, however, by the looks of things, the doors that were usually pale in color were a deep red this time. âIs this how we get out?!â You jabbered trying to pull the doors open, but they wouldnât budge.
âCome on! Help me out here!â You yelled looking back at him.
But he was not there, he wasnât anywhere. âLooking for someone?â You husband smiled, walking forward, a smirk on his face, staring you down as if he were a tiger. In his arms was something, bundled in a little blanket, put you couldnât see. âIs thatâŚ.?â You murmured, placing your hands on your belly.Â
Only now you were noticing it was flat, void of any baby.
He chuckled.
âYou wish.â He grabbed it and lifted it up, allowing the blanket to fall, revealing the decapitated and blood head of your ex, both his eyes gouged out. âAGGGHHHH!!!!!â You screamed, covering your eyes and looking away.
âHe tried to take you from meâŚ.. I wonât let anyone take you from meâŚ.â He growled, throwing the head to the side, it bounced from the floor and spluttered blood everywhere. He then pulled his sword from the sheath, still bloody and wet. âEven if that means I must bid you farewell⌠my love.â
He marched forward and you scrambled to get the door open, no matter how much you pulled, it remained closed. Not long after, fingers found themselves in your scalp as they pulled you back.
âNOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!â
You shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, you looked around the confines of your room.
Not your real bedroom, but the one in King's Landing, it was just a dream. âOh my god⌠oh my godâŚâ You choked, your whole body was dripping with sweat, you couldnât remain like that. You pulled your covers off your body and swung your legs over to the side of the bed. When you tried to get up however, a sense of vertigo overcame your brain, causing you to fall back down onto your bed. âUggghhhhâŚ.!â
You thought you were gonna puke, sliding down off the side of your bed and onto the cold floor.
Cold, that's what you needed right now.
The door to your room quietly opened and you heard a gasp. âPrincessâŚ!â A maid came hurrying over to your side. âAre you alrightâŚ.? Are you well?â
âIâm- Iâm fine⌠can you have a bath drawn for meâŚ? A cold one. And fetch Maester OrwyleâŚâ
She helped you onto a chair and poured you a glass of water. Other servants came and got to work changing your sheets and preparing you a lukewarm bath. Maester Orwyle entered the room and let out a sigh of relief. âPrincess, thank the gods you are well.â He said, making his way over to youÂ
He began his usual tests on you. âWhat happened?â You quired as he held a candle to your eye. âYou suffered a concussion yesterday, it happened when the princess protected you with his body, you banged your headâŚâ
âWhere is Aegon nowâŚ?â You asked and the maester checked your pulse. âIâm not sure, he said that you were attacked by a shadow of all thingsâŚâÂ
âI donât know who or what that thing was⌠but I know for certain it wanted me dead..â
âSecurity has gone up since you were attacked, the palace guard is interrogating everyone who was in the area.â
âWhere is Prince DaemonâŚ? I must thank him for rescuing me..âÂ
âHe and the princessâŚ. Have returned to dragonstone.â He answered, your eyes widened in shock. âWhatâŚ?â
âThey simply did not wish to disturb your rest, princess. You suffered a bad blow, moving you would be unwise⌠you are free to return to Dragonstone once you are better.â
âI seeâŚâ
âFor now, have your bath and have some dinner, you woke up quite late today.â He was right, the sun was beginning to set soon, most of the day had been wasted away due to your unconsciousness, no point in getting changed or seeing your ladies⌠Well, Chrysha or Elanya.
Maralynn, Madilyn and Dasina had all returned home, either to be married or reunite with their families for the winter.Â
âThank you, Maester.â You said, he stands up and pours a little powder into your drink. âHere, a little something to take the nerves off, you will be a bit loopy and feel unusual but you wonât feel any pain for the time being, I promise you that.â Without reply, you down the drink, wanting to feel anything but this concussion.
He left the confines of your room and you emerged yourself in your bath, allowing the chill waters to cool you down. You felt so relaxed, you asked the maids to leave you be so that you could relax, letting the worries of life leave your mind and instead settle in the copper tub.
Your hands reaching for your tummy, for Aegal, you felt his kicks and smiled with relief.
âHey buddy⌠donât worry, Iâm not going anywhereâŚ.â
âWifeâŚ.?â
Your eyes opened groggily, you looked over at the side to see your darling husband sitting by the tub, looking down at you with a concerned expression. âHusbandâŚâ
âYou shouldnât fall asleep in the tub⌠especially one this cold..â He murmured, dipping his hand in.Â
âI was burning up, a dragon sleeps in my womb.â You reply, looking down at your belly through the water. Without speaking, he undressed himself of his fine clothes before stepping into the tub with you. âIt has warmed up a littleâŚâ He said as he sat down, the fireplace was now roaring with flame.
You face him down the water stopping below your chin. âYou could not imagine my shock when I discovered what had happened to you. When I arrived back at the keep, I rushed to see you, you had been out since last night, almost a day.â
âThat's niceâŚ.â You mutter, looking away.
âWife, donât ignore me.â
âIâm not ignoring you.â
âI show you concern and you look away?â
âWell, when you carve your wife up, it says alot about your concernâŚ.â
âWhateverâŚ!â He scoffed, looking away from you as you both sat in the tub, silence remaining between you.
âI had a dream last night.â You said as your husband dried your hair.
âAnd what was it about?â he responded, towel drying each lock of hair before brushing it through with a comb.
âThat you hunted me down and murdered me.â He stopped brushing your hair. âAre you serious?â He asked, his tone was annoyed and dreary but you looked back at him and shrugged. âYeah, sorry for being scared of you, it's a trauma response.â
âWell stop fearing me! I am your husbandâŚ.! It was a one time thing, I swear I shall never hurt you again!â He badgered.
âYou're just a character in a book, you know that?â You said, standing up and wondering over to the window, he shook your head and scoffed. âWhat are you going on about now?â You sat down on the window cill, on leg up while the other dangled, foot hovering above the floor, the only thing covering your body was a silk nightdress that wrapped around your figure.
âWeâŚ.. are all gonna die.â You muttered. âYou⌠Daemon⌠Aegon.. Rhaenyra⌠Helaena⌠Jacaerys..the dragonsâŚâ
âWhat do you mean?â He asked, wondering over to the window and sitting down on the other side, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head back. âThe minute the King dies⌠all hell will break loose. Someone thought it was a good idea to put Aegon on the throne and have the realm thrown into civil warâŚâ
You looked at your husband and smirked. âI know how youâre gonna die⌠go on⌠ask me.â
He rolled his eye, his lips scrunched together. âRight thenâŚ. How do I dieâŚ?â
âAbove the Gods eye, you and Daemon will face off. You on Vhagar and him on CaraxesâŚâ
âYou mean to say Daemon beats me? His dragon against mine..?â he laughs. You laugh and he stops laughing.
âNo, he lures you into a trap. Once you're in the cloud bank, heâll jump off Caraxes and onto Vhagar, heâll thrust Dark Sister into your good eye and both of you will go plummeting into the lake, neither of you ever to be seen againâŚâ
âThen tell meâŚ.wife⌠how will you die?â He scoffs, standing up. You stand up to, and straighten your dress.
âI donât knowâŚâ
âYou donât knowâŚ?â He asked, not believing a word you say. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the bed. âCanonically, I shouldnât even be here, nor should I exist. In the original story, you never marry, you were engaged to Floris Baratheon at the beginning of the dance but it never goes anywhere becauseâŚ. You eh⌠kinda die..â
âThe dance? Floris Baratheon? What do you mean you shouldnât exist?â He asked but you just flopped back down onto your bed, rubbing your stomach. Inside your tummy was another who should not have existed but here he was⌠or she.Â
âI always loved booksâŚ. Stories of fantasy worlds filled with dragons⌠heroic warriors and beautiful women. I loved villainous men with tragic backstories⌠so instead of hating them, you genuinely sympathize with them. You were that, a villainous man with a tragic backstoryâŚ. And I so desperately wanted to show you love in a way you had never felt beforeâŚ. And this is what I get in returnâŚ?â You spat.
â(Y/n).â He stated, putting his hands on your shoulders and looking down at you. âYouâre not yourself⌠you are not wellâŚ. Perhaps you should go to sleepâŚâ You werenât bothered to argue with the one-eyed prince anymore, instead you shrugged your shoulders and pulled him down.Â
âI donât want to give up on you thoughâŚâ You murmured, kissing him on the cheek, taking him off guard.
âIt's not too late for youâŚÂ there's still time⌠to fix things before this story continues down the path it's headingâŚ. We can avoid bloodshedâŚ. And create a futureâŚ. If not for me⌠then for himâŚâ You murmured, taking his hand and placing it on your belly.
âI love you stillâŚ. And I love this child more than life itselfâŚ. Surely you can agree on this⌠for our son.â
âI would do anything for AegalâŚ.â He responded, his hand making its way to your face and cupping it gently. âAnd I would do anything for you, but know that whatever comes⌠you and him will always be in my first thoughts.â
âAemond-â You tried to interject but he silenced with a gentle kiss to your lips. Soft and kindâŚ.
Like the once you shared on your wedding day. Brushing his thumb against your cheek, he leaned his forehead against yours. âNyke jÄhor sort tolvie mirre hen, sÄŤr gaomagon daor zĹŤgagon. Nyke jÄhor mÄŤsagon ry hen ÄŤlva.â
[I will sort everything out, so do not fear. I will protect all of us}
He got onto the bed and began to remove his tunic. You werenât sure how you were feeling at that moment, still loopy from the medication Maester Orwyle gave you, but at that moment, you really wanted to be touched tenderly, intimately. You let the straps of your silk nightdress slip down your shoulders and fall down your body.
You crawled to your pillow and let your head rest on the feather filled body. Aemond lay beside you and lifted up your leg, his engorged tip rubbing against your folds and you moaned, reaching for the pillow, grabbing at it hastily. âIâm going to put it in nowâŚ.â He whispered, you nodded eagerly.
âYesâŚyes⌠please hurryâŚ. PleaseâŚâ You whined, tears leaving your eyes. You really missed his touch, his gentle yet passionate touch. He slid himself inside your cunny and you whined in appreciation, burying your face into the pillow. âJust fuck me⌠fuck me pleaseâŚ!âÂ
He held you close as he thrusted his cock inside you quickly, working his arm around your leg while his fingers found his way to your clit. âFuckâŚ!â You panted, your body feeling play doh as he molded you to his liking. âSay my name⌠say my nameâŚ!â He grunted, his free hand worming under your body and taking your neck. That tight pressure that you missed so much. âAemond⌠AemondâŚAemond- Aemond! AemondâŚAemond!â
âYesâŚ. yesâŚ!â He grinned, feeling you become undone on his cock. You had cum all too easily, all too quickly. Not just from the stress of carrying his baby but from the time you spent away from your husbandâs touch.Â
You felt his creamy seed spill into your womb and you babbled in nonsensical sentences, your head spinning and your nerves finally relaxing. You lay down in bed, calm and peaceful as your husband covered you in the blanket and fixed his clothes to his body. âGoodnight my love.â He kissed your head and left you to sleep.
The minute he stepped out of your chambers, he spotted Aegon sitting by the door, a cup of arbor's gold in his hand, his head leaned against the wall. âHow long have you been here, brother?â He asked, looking down at his older brother. He pulled his shirt down to hide his obvious hard on. âLong enough to listen to her enjoy herself.â
âVoyeurism doesnât suit you brother.â Aemond said, but in reality, this tickled his ego better than anything ever had, seeing his brother, the one that got everything he wanted being miserable because the one woman he couldnât have was his and his alone. âBelieve meâŚ. I couldâve fucked her better than you ever could.â
âMaybe you just need to accept the fact sheâll never look at you that way.â He smirked, crouching down so he was at his brotherâs level. âThis game of cat and mice is beneath youâŚ. If you wish, I could convince (Y/n) to let you watch us, Iâm sure she wouldnât mind~âÂ
âOne dayâŚ. Youâre going to wake up and find her goneâŚ.â He threatened. âThere will be no trace of her⌠sheâll have left you behind and she wonât dare to think of you againâŚâ He sneered. Aemond smirked
âOf only..â He cackled before walking off in the direction of his chambers.Â
Aegon got up and looked inside your room, your peaceful face. It didnât matter how much abuse Aemond put you through, you would never choose him. He finished the rest of his cup before tossing it to the side and stumbling out of the holdfast.
He needed some whores and more wine.
âGood morning, Princess.â The maid smiled as they opened your curtains. They fixed you up, dressing you in your regal red dress, decorating your body with gold and emeralds before laying breakfast on the table. A filling breakfast, perfect for both you and Aegal.Â
You wasted no time stuffing your face, plenty of sausage and pudding. Your soft eggs and your fried soda bread, your meal all came together nicely. You and Chrysha should definitely take a stroll through the gardens today and enjoy the flowers while they last. You drank some of your honey iced milk and bit into a strawberry, youâve started your day a lot earlier than you had planned, but then again, you could be forgiven for that, you had been out of it most of yesterday.
âTyland Lannister, Princess.â Said your guard outside the door.
âSend him in.â You responded, taking your handkerchief and wiping the corners of your mouth. Your uncle hurried inside and looked at the attendants inside the room. âLeave us.â they filed out of the room, their heads down as usual. âIs all well uncle?â
âNot reallyâŚâ He muttered, pulling out the chair opposite of yours and sitting down. âYou're starting to worry me, what's wrong?â
âDearest NieceâŚâ Your uncle murmured under his breath, he looked pale and his hair was a bit messy which was unusual, he was always one to keep his hair combed back but now it was unkempt. âYour good fatherâŚKing Viserys, he has passed awayâŚâ
You dropped your cup, it clattered to the floor, its contents spilling out and rolling along the ground.
âNoâŚ.â You whispered. No- how can this be? You thought you had more time, this couldnât be!
âWe all grieve for himâŚ. At this very moment. He was a good king, it is a shame he did not get to meet his grandsonâŚâ
âRhaenyraâŚ. Oh RhaenyraâŚâ You muttered, standing up and waddling over to the window. âThis will devastate herâŚ!â Tears leaked from your eyes, you didnât want to imagine Rhanyraâs face when she finds out, it would destroy her. âNiece, about Princess RhaenyraâŚâ Your uncle started, standing up from the seat.
âIn the King's final hours⌠he told Queen Alicent⌠that he wishes for Aegon to be king-â
âWhat?!â You spat, looking back at him. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âAegon is to be KingâŚ. He will be King.â He reaffirmed, you stomped over to him and got in his face. âWhat you speak off is treasonâŚ! What you speak of- usurping the Kingâs own heir!â
âAegon is the Kingâs eldest male heir, if anything, he is the one being usurped!â He argued.
âAegon hasnât the faintest CLUE on how to be a king- Princess Rhaenyra has been preparing for her ascension since she was fifteen years old- she has been preparing for this for more than a decade now and you want to rip it out from under her?!â
âThe Great council of 101 set the precedent that males will always precede over females, the King had no right over turning that precedent-â
âKing Jaehaerys allowed that to happen because he knew the realm would choose a man! He did that because he himself didnât want a daughter to inherit! He with all his intelligence and intellect had his own prejudices because truthfully- if he had chosen Rhaenys- that would mean- he would have to ADMIT that he himself usurped the throne from his own sister, Queen Rhaena!â
âI- okay, I will admit, that is a very educated opinion! But still-! This does not change the fact that the King changed his mind at the last second, he wants Aegon as his heir, to be the next king!â
âAnd Queen Alicent was the one he told this too? Aegonâs mother? The one person in this whole Kingdom who detests Rhaenyra the most? Yeah, no. I find that extremely coincidental.â
âWhy are you fighting this? I thought you and the prince were friends? Donât you wish for him to be king?â
âIt's because I am his friend- I donât wish for him to be king! He is emotionally unstable, he has a drinking problem, heâs too promiscuous for his own good and he does a great job of pissing off the wrong people! You wanna put a fucking crown on HIS head and call him King? You people are insane for thinking the realm would be in better hands of an alcoholic lunatic than a woman.â
âThat is enough! You must not speak poorly of him, he will be our King! You will be the good sister of a King!â
âI wouldâve been the good sister of a Queen! What is the difference? You and the council may do as you wish, but I will have no part in betraying her! You hear me? She is a good woman and I will not stab her in the back like a villainous trickster, do you hear me? Never!â
You stormed out of your room and down the corridors of Maegorâs holdfast, picking up your skirts, you hurried quickly to Queen Alicentâs chambers, her and Rhaenyra were friends once, perhaps it was possible that you could persuade her to take back her statement
âIâll come with you.â You heard from her apartment, your husband. The closer you got, you heard their voices.âThat would not be my desire AemondâŚ..if anything has happened-â
âCole needs me, Mother. Ser Erryk is not the only one who knows of Aegonâs doings.â You entered the room and found Alicent clinging to Aemond, Ser Criston noticed you first. âPrincess (Y/n)..â The Queen and Princeâs eyes landed on you.
âQueen Alicent.â You started off, approaching her quickly, âSweet girl.â She responded, letting go of Aemond to face you.
âI beseech you not to do this please.â You begged, your hands together. âWife.â Aemond said in a warning tone
âThink of the good of the realm, of the family..! Please retract your statement about the kingâs final words!â
âIt was what he desired.â Alicent said firmly. âAegon is destined for the throne, it is up to us to get him there safely.â
âWhat was the rhetoric you said at dinner? About Rhaenyra making a good Queen- was it all just lies?â
âNo!â She yelled. âI meant every word, but it was our Kingâs dying wish⌠for Aegon to be King. Aemond and Cole here will find Aegon and bring him to us, so I may convince him to grant Rhaenyra mercy-â
âMercy? Fucking mercy- We are the ones usurping HER! Do you honestly think sheâll take this sitting down? Prince Daemon? They have the backing of a lot of powerful houses, if you do this- the Kingdoms will be thrown into Civil war!â
âWife, mind yourself!â Aemond grunted, pulling you toward him.
âStale oaths will not keep the Princess on the throne.â Ser Criston spat as he approached. âMost of these Lords will be itching to free themselves of these oaths to Rhaenyra, they will never follow a cunning spider.â
âRealistically, who can you gather to your cause?! The Starks would rather kill themselves than break an oath,The river men have a similar sense of honor, The Eyrie will never follow you, neither will Dorne and hell- correct me if Iâm wrong, the current Lord of Highgarden is not but an infant, the regent being none other than his mother. So that leaves either the Baratheons and well- obviously my own house, Lannister. But then again- that's only a quarter of the realm!âÂ
âSweet girl..!â Alicent put her hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes.
âI donât want this anymore than you do, but it is our duty to enact his final wishes. I swear to you, we will do our best to assuage the princess, in the meantime, you must help me. You and her are close, perhaps your words can reach her.â
You quickly pulled away from her, tears running down your face.
âAnd to think I looked up to youâŚ. Admired you⌠all of you were people I thought I could trustâŚ. Do what you will⌠I want no part of this treacheryâŚ. None!â And with that, you stormed off, you heard the Queen cry out for you but you quickly picked up your skirts and bolted.
But not to your room- but to Aegonâs.Â
Thankfully, no one was around when you entered, promptly locking yourself in. Making your way to the window, you looked over the capital, the buzzing city of King's Landing. Aegon was here somewhere. Hunted not only by Serr Arryk and Erryk but by Ser Criston and your own darling husband as well.
âThink! Thinkthinkthinkthinkthink!â You repeated aggressively as you tapped your brain, hoping a lightbulb of ideas would soon appear.
Everyone else was set on the idea of Aegon being King, but AegonâŚ. He wouldnât be for the idea at all at the beginning. It was him who said⌠âMy sister is the heir, not me. What kind of brother steals his sisterâs birthright?â He was against it until Ser Criston put it in his head that Rhaenyra would kill him and the rest of his family just to secure the throne.
You couldnât let that happen!
You had to find him, find him and convince him to fly to Dragonstone. You needed him to bend the knee to Rhaenyra, swear his undying fidelity and all that other shit! If he did, then the Greenâs plans would all be meaningless if their key pawn surrendered immediately. But the Question was, how were you going to find him? The city was ginormous, you couldnât find him yourself, plus the whole place was secretly on Lock down. You could guess at this moment, they were already hanging lords who did not swear obeisance.
Who could you turn to at this very moment? Who knew this whole city better than anyone? Like the back of their palm? Someone who knew everyone and their doings⌠who would know where Aegon is�
âLady Misery!â You gasped, the lightbulb finally appearing! Of course! She was Rhaenyraâs unofficial master of whispers! She knew all the ins and outs of this city, if you could find her, youâd find Aegon!
First things first! Disguise time!
You hurried over to Aegonâs trunks and began to dig through his assortment of fine clothing. Funny enough, you found peasant rags puddled together at the bottom. âAegonâsâ disguises most likely. You quickly undressed yourself and shoved your gown into the truck, underneath the rest of Aegonâs clothes, keeping only your jewelry on hand, shoving them into a small bag.
You put on a tunic, breeches, boots and a large hood. Keeping the satchel close to your hip before searching for the secret passageway.
*Clink!*
Pressing against a brink, the door creakily opened and you slipped through. âTime to find me a prince!â
âHahaha! â
âWhat say you? Will you join us at the tavern tonight?â
âNah- the missus will have me head!â
âChange! Spare change! Please!â
Okay, this was a lot harder than you thought. Slipping out of the castle was one thing, but how do you find someone who doesnât want to be foundâŚ.? What do you remember from the book? First things first, she was Prince Daemonâs lover, the lord of flea bottom.Â
And where did they meet? A brothel!
You found yourself knocking on the first brothel you saw, the one who opened it was none other than Madame Sylvie, who looked surprised at your arrival. âPrincessâŚ.â She whispered, trying to not let her surprise show. You understood, youâd be surprised too if a princess of all people went to a brothel. âMadame Sylvie, you know⌠of some⌠figures in the area, do you not?â You ask, huddling your cloak closer to your figure.
âI must ask⌠who are you looking for?â She asked, beckoning you to come inside, it was probably a stupid decision of yours to follow along, given what she did, but right now, you didnât have a lot of options. âHer name is Mysaria⌠but she goes by other names⌠Lady MiseryâŚ. The White Worm..â
âH-!â She started off, looking around the room, making sure no one was listening, the only people were you, her and some girls who were busy cleaning up the establishment. âHow do you know who that isâŚ?â
âIt doesnât matterâŚ. What does matter⌠is sheâs the only person I know who can help me locate someone⌠and I know she used to work in a brothel- or still doesâŚ. I donât know⌠Iâm sorry- I donât know why I came here-â
âNo..! No.. It's alright. If it is for the princeâs wifeâŚ. I am happy to oblige..â she smiled, waving over a girl, she looked a bit younger than yourself. âGo fetch the white wormâs messenger.. We have someone who would like to have a chat with Lady Misery.â The girl nodded and quickly went on her way.
A burning question riled up your throat, the way she said that to you, it pushed an uncomfortable button.
âCan I ask you something?â You gulped, she put her hands together and nodded. âYou may..â
âAemond was thirteen when you took his dignityâŚâ You spouted, unable to stop yourself. âDo you not feel any shame at all? A thirteen year old boy⌠was the money truly good enough for you to do what you did..?â
âPrincessâŚ.â The Whore mumbled, standing straight. âIt is not within my standing⌠to reject a prince.â
âNo, It was Aegon who paid youâŚ. To do what you did. A child⌠â
âIf I didnât take the princeâs money⌠someone else would have.â She said firmly, crossing her arms. âIf anything, you should be thankful it was meâŚ. I was gentle⌠patient with him.â
âNo..! Please do not attempt to justify or- or excuse your actions. If it were your boy, could you still think the same way?â
âYou are pregnantâŚ?â She whispered, you didnât realize it, your cloak slipped and you quickly went to cover yourself. âI realize Aegon is just as guilty for taking his brother here in the first place⌠and for that I will never forgive him..! I love Aemond with all my heart and I will always try to do right by him⌠and our son. So remember this⌠your actions can hurt people. Losing one more customer wouldnât have sent your brothel down the drain because I know there still would have been plenty of men to fill your coffers. Remember that the next time you're handed a reluctant customerâŚâ
âMy ladyâŚâ The messenger girl came back kneeled before you. âThe White worm has agreed to a meeting.âÂ
You look back at the brothel madame and huffed. âThank you for your help, Madame Sylvie, but for both our sakes⌠let us never run into one another again..â
âYes⌠I see that now⌠fare thee well Princess (Y/n)..â The madam griped. And with that, you left the brothel and followed the young girl out of the Street of Silk, weaving through crowds and herds of livestock.
Up ahead, you saw a set of tables under a wooden veranda, you followed the girl patiently as she gestured for you to sit. You did so, keeping your hands folded on your lap, your hood up.
âWell..well, well. I did not expect a lioness to come seek me out..â The woman said as she sat down, removing a teal scarf from her head. She certainly didnât fit the description of the white worm from the books. Black hair instead of pale hair, but her language is definitely strange, and she did wear a lot of white. âI had a feeling you would know who I wasâŚâ You spoke.
âEveryone knows who you are, Princess. The golden hair lioness with an equally golden heart, you have helped a lot of people with your soap, a lot less people have gotten sick. A brilliant and kind hearted princess married into a tolerant or ignorant family⌠I still canât figure it out.â
âTrust me, it has plenty of flaws⌠but Iâm not here to get into that.â
âBut you seemed to know me very well- who told you about me? Talya, Gracie?â
âWait- Talya? The Queenâs lady in waiting? Who would have guessed..â You muttered.
âI must apologize to you first⌠for your good fatherâs passing.â
âSo, you know why I am here.â You stated.
âTo bring your good brother home I presume~?â
âTo stop Greens from making a mistakeâŚ!â You asserted, looking around, taking your small satchel and placing it on the table. âI- I was in a hurry to get here- i didnât have time to grab some gold so I brought the jewelry I have on me-!âÂ
âWait!â The white worm held up her hand and you stopped what you were doing. âWhat is it that you intend to do?â She whispered. You let go of your treasures and laced your fingers together. âIâm gonna bring him to Dragonstone, have him bend the knee to his sister, Queen Rhaenyra.â
âA bold move, sadly I can not help you.â She said, moving to get up but you grabbed her hand. âWait-wait,wait,wait! Why? Why canât you help me?! You came all the way here so why?â
âI was hoping to use Aegon to influence the Crownâs actions. I am not sure if you know this, but children here are used to fighting one another for the pleasure of others, I see many of their corpses⌠carted off to who knows where and the gold cloaks are bribed to look the other wayâŚ.â
âThe rogue prince has not been the lord commander of the city watch for a long time, and the morality of the gold cloaks has gone down severely since the death of Ser Harwin Strong⌠If I get Aegon back safely⌠they would listen to some of my demands.â
You sighed, smacking your hand against your face, before looking up at her. âOkay, Lady, let's get one thing straight, these guys. The greens. You know them, piety pretending- self righteous- misogynistic assholes who are literally committing treason as we speak to usurp the rightful heir as we know it because she wasnât born with a cock. These bastards have no real fucking honor and if you think theyâre going to listen to you, youâre dead wrong.â
âThey will if they wish to have their king backâŚ! Otherwise, I will have him killed⌠like a fly on fruit..â
âDo that, another will replace him, someone debatably worse than the one you have right now- wait, you have him?â
âTucked away safely⌠but continue⌠why should I give him to you?â She sneered. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. âAemond⌠he is far worse. While Aegon does not wish for the throne, Aemond craves it⌠heâll kill whoever he has to just to get it.â
âBut you are his wife⌠If I kill Aegon, your husband will be crowned King⌠and you Queen.â Without a moment's hesitation, you stood up and pulled down your breeches, thankfully, the cape hid what you wanted hidden as you stuck out your bare thigh, the one with your husbandâs first name engraved on it.
âDoes that answer your question?â You spat.
The white worm looked taken aback. She was probably expecting many things, but that? Not that. You sat back down, your breeches pulled up, your hands gripping the table. âThe Greens⌠are not to be trusted! Give Aegon to me, I can convince him to fly us to Dragonstone. Heâll bend the knee and once Rhaenyra is Queen, Iâll tell her everything! About the corrupt kingsguard and the children being used in the fighting pits! I will help you in every way I can, I swear it upon my honor as a Princess.â
âI see you aren't just a pretty face and witty mindâŚâ She cracked her neck and leaned closer.
âFine, I will tell you where he is, but just remember, my offer still stands for those who come looking for him, if you can get him out and convince your Queen then deal, if you donât, I still make my deal with the greens, either way, I win.â
âThank you.. Please tell me.. Where is he..?â
You crept up the stairs towards the sept and made your way through the large doors. The large hall was mainly empty, not a soul in sight, if Aegon is where Mysaria says he is, then perhaps you should approach slowly, let him know you were here without alerting anyone of you identity
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or I die?
You approached the round slap filled with candles, walking around it, you found the little entrance where you assumed they stuck him in, your crouched down and continued to sing
Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now
In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or I die?
â(Y/n)....?â You heard Aegonâs muffled voice, hearing him crawl out, you smiled, leaning against the slab, continuing your song.
What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed
"Oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And I naturally fled
In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?
Your good brother came out, he looked absolutely rugged, his hair a mess and his face dirty, but eyes were filled with hope when they saw you.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
"Oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And I naturally fled
In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or I die?
âWhat are you doing hereâŚ? It's dangerous..?â He choked, grabbing your arms and pulling you close. âDid you see the White worm?â
âYes, Aegon. I did.â You nodded, he let you go. âWhy? Have you come to drag me back to the keep-â
âAegon..!â You interrupted, taking his hands and holding them tightly. âIâm sorry⌠your father is deadâŚ.â He shook his head, not wanting to believe it, believe the words you said, he quickly got up and you with him. âTheyâre going to put that crown upon my head- you know it! You canât make me go back!â
âIâm not going to Aegon!â You barked, grabbing his face and making him look at you. âWe need to get to Dragonstone.â He questioned your actions, muttering- âDragonstone?â As you nodded again. âThat's right, the council wishes to put you on the throne- make you king, but they can not do that if we get to dragonstone first and bend the kneeâŚ!â
âI-I canât go thereâŚ. Rhaenyra will kill me..â he wept, tears leaking from his eyes. He was afraid, very afraid. You shook your head and pulled him in for a hug. âShe wonât- Aegon. She is your sister. Your older sister⌠Believe it or not, she loves you. Helaena, Aemond, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, she would never harm any of her own blood, if you come forward and swear fealty to her, you and your family will be spared, I promise you this..!â
âBu-But motherâŚ-mother! She⌠said that Rhaenyra will-â You cut him off by planting a gentle kiss on his lips, soft and delicate. You feel him reciprocate it with the same rate, soft and gentle, holding you close. You pet his messy hair and pull away. âEgg? Let's go to Dragonstone now, shall we?â You asked.
He quietly nodded his head. You took his hand, you quickly led him out of the Sept, all you needed to do was to escape King's Landing.
âWhere are we going? Should we head to the harbor?â He questioned as the two of you twisted and turned through the streets of Kinglanding, wishing at that very moment you had a horse on you. âWe can get there faster if we take Sunfyre, surely you wouldnât abandon him, right?â
âI desperately wished to leave⌠I did not think to take Sunfyre with me⌠the more I sober up, the guiltier I feel.â He murmured, you took his hand and held him firmly. âTo be fair, if they ever came looking for you, say you had taken him, the first thing theyâd look for is one big scary golden dragon!â You chuckled.
âYou shouldnât be doing this, when the others find out youâve done this, youâll be seen as a turncloak. Theyâll see you as a traitor to our houseâŚ.â
âMy very allegiance IS to House Targaryen, which is why I can let the Queen do thisâŚâ
âMy motherâŚ?â He murmured.
âDonât take this the wrong way, but she said something about the King changing his mind on his deathbed-â
âWhat..!â He stopped, freezing on the path. âEgg!â You barked, looking back and forth. âMy fatherâŚ. Wanted me to be king..? HeheheheâŚ.!â He chuckled, looking down on the ground. âThat- that is not trueâŚâ
âAt this point, Iâm pretty sure sheâll say anything to make you King.â You hushed, walking back to him and taking his hand. âDeathbed or not, he doesnât get to make you his heir without consulting the whole party. He had all those years to name you heir and suddenly on his death bed with only your mother to hear his final wishesâŚ?â
âThen what are you saying, (Y/n)?â He muttered.
âYou are a pawn in this game, Aegon. This isnât about making you a King, it's about making sure Rhaenyra doesnât become Queen and you know how your mother feels about your sister!â
âI know-â
âAegon!â The Cargyall twins were spotted at the end of the street and you pulled at his hand. âRUN!â The pair of you taking the lead, with him in front pulling you along. âHurry, we canât get caught!â He badgered
âFUCK- why did I get pregnant?!â You shriek and you find yourself on the hill of Rhaenys. âLook- up there! The Dragonpit! We can make it out of here!â You jogged up the stairs, the Cargyall twins hot on your tail, Aegon's hand never left yours as your traversed up the stairs, desperate to escape together. you saw the entrance when-
âGoing somewhere my Prince?â Ser Criston and Aemond popped out from behind the pillars by the Dragonpit and you both froze. But from the looks on their faces, they did not expect you to be there. âWifeâŚ?â Aemond growled.
âSer Criston, Aemond- please donât do this!â you begged.
âAEGON!â Yelled Ser Arryk yelled as he thundered up the steps, Aegon pulled you close, his mouth by your ear. âI know another way in! Stay close to me..!â Arryk charged forward and Criston sprinted to intercept him. Both you and Aegon made a dash to the side, running as fast as you could, but Aemond was quicker and tackled Aegon to the ground.
âGET OFF ME!â Aegon barked, trying to get his brother off.
âAemond stop!â You called as he roughly housed his brother. âYou donât get to run off so easilyâŚ! Mother desires you back homeâŚ!âÂ
âI have no wish to rule! No taste for duty- I am not suited!â He struggled.
âYouâll get no argument from me!â Aemond chuckled.
âWe can stop this! Let Rhaenyra have her throne- we can get out of this unscathed!â Aegon pleaded.
âAnd have our mother and our house shamed for generations? I donât think so-â Before he could continue, you jumped onto your husbandâs back, taken by surprise, he let go of Aegon as the pair of you fell back onto the ground.â AEGON RUN! Get to Dragonstone!â
âYou traitorous quim!â Aemond wrestled you off of him and grabbed you by the throat, tightly, more tightly than he ever has, you began to choke, grabbing at his hand as he lifted you up. âYou think because you carry Aegal you are safe from punishment?! I promised to never hurt you- but that wonât stop me from punishing you in the name of the crown! Not even you are safe-â
âDonât you touch her!â Aegon roared, rushing forward and delivering a punch to Aemond, making him let go of you, the two of them began to fight it out. The elder and younger punching each other. âSTOP! Stop it both of you- please!â You cry. Although Aegon was the elder, Aemond was clearly the stronger fighter before he sent one more fist into Aegonâs temple, knocking him out cold.
âNO!â You screamed, crawling over to him, picking his head off the floor and trying to shake him awake. âAegon! Aegon! Please wake up! Please!â Ser Criston had bested Ser Arryk in the duel before rushing over to the princeâs unconscious body. âLooks like you overdid it, Aemond.â
âHeâll get over itâŚ!â He groaned.
âCanât you see what you two are doing?!â You screamed, looking up at them with Aegonâs head on your lap. âAre you so willing to condemn the realm to war?! Cause this is what it will lead to if you make him King! So many innocent people will die- and for what?!âÂ
âFor the honor, duty and the preservation of House Targaryen.â Aemond sneered, stomping closer to you. âWe donât expect you to understand, being a woman- this is the way things must be-â
âNO! I understand well enoughâŚ. ! I understand how corrupt this family has become- your selfishness and greed have taken over⌠when the blood of the innocent is on your hands- donât say I told you so!âÂ
âEnough of this!â Ser Criston barked, pulling Aegon from your lap and onto his shoulder. âWe must get the prince and princess home, and inform the Queen of her actionsâŚ!â You were pulled up by Aemond, one hand on your waist and the other on your wrist as he forced you to walk back with them to the Red Keep, your plans had failed.
You had failed.
The night had come and you found yourself in your chambers, locked up tightly as you looked through the window of your room, overlooking the blackwater bay, somewhere over the bay. Rhaenyra is most likely with her children, playing by the fire while caressing her stomach. When news reaches her of the Death of her father and the usurpation of her Throne, sheâll be riddled with stress and grief, so much so, sheâll have lost her baby.
Her only daughter, Visenya.
If you had succeeded, perhaps you could have lightened the load. Everyone was expecting his death, but her throne being Usurped? If Aegon had bent the knee, you could have stopped her from having that anxiety attack that led to her miscarriage, Visenyaâs death would be on you.
âFuckâŚ.!â You whined through gritted teeth, before slamming your fist on your leg. You should have done more! You could have done more! You heard your door creek open and you heard the clicking of heels. You didnât need to look to know who it was. âIâll give you this one chance, just the one chanceâŚ. To tell me why you did what you did.â
âI love this family.â You muttered, getting up from your seat and going over to your bed. The Queen spied on you with her brown eyes as you sat down on the cool bed. âIt is a good family, just as King Viserys said to me. I made a promise to himâŚ. Lead his son down the right path⌠help him become the man heâs meant to beâŚ.Heâd never have wanted thisâŚâ
You placed a hand on your tummy, the womb that was slowly growing Aegal or her future Granddaughter. âMy son will be born into a family that will be actively trying to kill one anotherâŚ! What kind of mother wants that for her childâŚ?â
âI understand your loyalty to the Princess, she has treated you well these past few months and I will forever be grateful to her for this. But Aemond is your husband- your family. WE are your family-
âWE are all a family! You would have Aegon betray his older sister?! Helaena and Aemond?! She was your friend! I donât know what King Viserys said to you to make you think he wanted Aegon to take the throne but-â
âHIS exact words to me⌠Aegonâs dream⌠a song of ice and fire⌠that he was the Prince that was promised, that he would unite the realm against the cold⌠and the dark. That he was the one.â
The words Alicent said reeled back your mind, in that moment, you felt as though someone had kicked you in the throat, for all your troubles, all of thisâŚ. Because she got it mixed up with the song of Ice and Fire.
âNoâŚ. no⌠donât tell me thatâŚâ You flopped back onto your bed, your fingers squeezing your face. This wasnât happening, it couldnât be happeningâŚ!
âWhat's wrong now..?â She scoffed.
âHe wasnâtâŚ. Talking about âyourâ AegonâŚ!â You exclaimed, staring up at her. âWhat are you talking about..?â The Queen questioned, folding her arms. âPrincess Rhaenyraâs son?â
âNot even that!â You called out, sitting up on your bed again. âThe song of Ice and Fire⌠was the conqueror's dream!â You wanted to wait for a reaction from Alicent but it looked like she had none to give. âThe cold and the dark⌠refers to something beyond the wall- the prince that was promisedâŚ. Will not be born for another two to three centuries!â
âWhat are you saying? You speak as if you are⌠some mad woman-â
âThe Conqueror was a dragon dreamer! Just like his ancestor- Daenys the dreamer who foresaw the doom of Valyria- He saw the future of what would happen and it was for that reason- he conquered the seven kingdoms- so we could all unite against the threat beyond the wall- you gotta believe me here!âÂ
âAnd how do you know so much about the Conqueror's dream?â She proclaimed, you stood up again, gripping the pole of your bed. âI canât tell you that! Just know if you continue with this- a war will happen and when it does- we will lose our most valuable assetsâŚ. The dragonsâŚ!â
âThe dragons?â She catechized.
âOur dragons will fucking kill each other! To the point they all die and no more dragon eggs will hatch after that! It will kickstart the long night just as it did thousands of years ago! Just like the Great Empire of the Dawn! Like when the Amethyst Empress was betrayed and usurped by her brother, the Bloodstone Emperor!â
âThis is a very creative imagination you have, Princess, but no matter what you say, Aegon will be King. The realm will naturally side with Aegon and Rhaenyra will soon come to see that there is no fighting this⌠and you shouldnât either..â The Queen turned to leave the room and you stepped forward.
âYOUâLL REGRET THIS!â You scream. âWhen all of us start to drop like flies- remember it was you who started this! Not Aegon or anyone else- YOU!â
Your door was slammed shut.
You were held up in your chambers, even until the very next day, your punishment being you would miss your good brotherâs coronation. You watched the crowds flock to the Dragonpit and call out Aegonâs name, it was there you know, Aegon had been crowned.
What you least expected was to see Meleys burst out from the gates of the Dragonpit, Princess Rhaenys atop her back as they flew towards the Blackwater bay. You had no idea the elder princess was still in the capital, but what you did know was that it wouldnât be long until news reached Rhaenyraâs ears. That the Queen had been usurped by her younger brother.
May G.R.R.M have mercy on you.
âI am disappointed in you, nieceâŚâ Tyland scowled as he paced around the room, you chose to remain by the fire, unmoving as he stomped about. âDo you have any idea what you could have done?! Years of prepping and planning would have gone down the drain had you succeeded?!â
âFor years, you have been preparing to overthrow the Kingâs chosen heir? I must say uncle, I never thought your honor could fall so short..!â
âIt has always been Aegonâs destiny to be King, Viserys- gods give peace- but he was not wise enough to see the truthâŚ!â Your uncle exclaimed before marching towards you. âDo you have any idea the kind of position youâve put yourself in?! You have fallen out of favor with not only the Dowager Queen but your husband at that! Who do you think is going to protect you and your son? Princess Rhaenyra is all the way across the bay- whatever love you have for her will not be reciprocated now that Aegon has taken the throne!â
âWhy did you think I did what I did in the first place?!â You shouted, standing up. âTo stop this family from tearing itself apart!â
âAnd look how far that has gotten you! What do you think your father would think if he knew of your betrayal-â
âKing Aegon Targaryen!â Your guard said.
Your uncle immediately shut up as the King entered the room. You were in awe, Aegon looked well, properly dressed up. The Conqueror's crown of Valyrian steel and bloodstone sat well atop his head. Blackfyre tucked neatly at his hip as he walked forward, his gaze shooting towards your uncle. âLeave us.â
âMy KingâŚâ Tyland bowed as low as he could before quickly excusing himself. Aegon entered, both his hands perched on Blackfyreâs handle and you nearly let out a chuckle. âI must say⌠it actually suits you quite well, perhaps I was wrongâŚ.. My KingâŚâ
âHow have you been well? Have you eaten at all?â He asked, strolling over, removing blackfyre from his belt and setting it down beside him as he sat on the opposite chair. âAs fine as I can be⌠Aemond didnât hold back his strengthâŚâ
âHe will never touch you again, I promise you that.â He proclaimed, leaning forward, his elbows holding him on, he still had that anxious look on his face. âCan you? He is my husband-â
âAnd I am your King,â he answered. You noticed he had one more weapon by his side. King Viserys' dagger. âWasnât that the Late Kingâs?â You asked, nodding toward it. He took it out and handed it to you. âApparently it belonged to the Conquerer, then Aenys, Maegor⌠the old King Jaehaerys.â
âAn heirloom for Kings⌠touching..â You murmured as you unsheathed it, Valyrian steel.
âI was told that mother came to see you, is that true?â He asked.
âShe gave me the proper scolding she did, my uncle says I have not only lost her favor but my husbandâs as wellâŚAr'n't I a lucky girl..â You said, clapping your hands as you leaned back in your chair. âIm a the worldâs biggest fuck-up, arnât I?â
âYou helped me realize something.â he said, taking your hand in his, catching your attention. âDuring our time in the city, you made me realize that Iâve never really had someone look out for me.â
âYou're the Kingâs eldest son, are you sure about that?â You scoffed, he quickly shocked his head. âLet me rephrase that-! What I mean is⌠you help keep me in check, you point out my flaws and my strengths⌠give me the hand I need⌠I know⌠I canât do this alone..â
âWhat?â You muttered,sitting up, your eyes as large as saucers, your hand on your belly. âWhat are you saying?â
âDuring this whole day, although I was to be crowned king, my mother did not take me seriously⌠my Grandfather thinks Iâm a fucking idiot! Ser Criston is trying to push onto me the idea of murdering my sister and her family⌠Aemond⌠his eye is focused on me and I donât like it⌠I know I canât trust anyone..â
âSo you can trust me!?â You asked, gobsmacked.
âYOU have the love of the people! I know Iâm not that smart but you're one of the wisest people I know⌠Youâre a quick thinker and in some situations- you act dumb to throw others off⌠Iâve been forced onto the throneâŚ. The council will make whatever moves they wish and I- I donât know what to do- I need someone to be my right hand in this⌠my companions aren't that wise⌠and Helaena hasnât a penchant for politics- I need help!â
âYouâre asking me to betray RhaenyraâŚ?â You muttered.
âWeâre already neck deep! I donât want to hurt anyone- If we had more time, we could have flown to dragonstone together- we wouldnât be in this mess- but it's too late for that. As you said, war will start soon and I need someone I can count on. I'm begging you, will you be that person?â
You felt your heart in your throat, placing a hand on your lips, contemplating what you would do. You seriously did not want to leave your fate and Aegalâs in Aemondâs hand, you had betrayed him and his anger the other day proves heâll do anything to get what he wants. The Queen will no longer help you and youâve already been targeted by everyone in the council. But if Aegon wants you by his side, it could prove beneficial.
âOkayâŚif weâre to make this work, weâll need to work on some things..â
âLike what?â Aegon asked, eager to hear your answers. âOne, you have to make me the cupbearer, that way, I can get in on the council and listen to everything you and them say.â
âCupbearer- that's a bit degrading-â
âTwo, you have to be aggressively flirty with me the entire time- like you were before.â
âOh?â He questioned. You pushed your hair back and sighed. âThey already know I tried to help you escape, we have to deceive their impressions to make it seem you had a change of heart and want to make me your mistress.â
âI think I like where this is going~â He chuckled a bit while you continued. âI have to make it look like Iâm there reluctantly, unwillingly. You must keep me with you at all times, Iâll give you signals when to enact your authority or to give advice⌠at this point, youâre the only one who can protect me, Aegon..â
âI swear to you, once this is all over⌠Iâll give you leave to return to the rock. Iâll make sure both you and your son are taken care of, I swear to you.â
