joravylily

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[flowerisevil]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGONS MASTERLIST

Daemon Targaryen

- Places we went

- Betrayal, part 1 & part 2

- Negotiate

- Unblessed - part two

-Lilac eyes

Harwin Strong

-Betrayal, part 1 & part 2

- Mad Dragon

-I think I'll miss you forever

- Field of roses

- I've got my eye on you

-The life they gave away

Aemond Targaryen

- Hold to me

- Always

Laena Velaryon

- My love

Gwayne Hightower

- Devotion

- For I am yours

- Lifetime

[mssorceressupreme]

Under Your Control

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Pairing: In ho x reader

Summary: you wake up almost bare one night, away from the other players, tried to someone’s bed in an all too luxurious bedroom.

only to discover that the person you loved, young-il was the frontman and he would stop at nothing to gain information out of you.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dom!inho, sub!reader, non-con touch, age gap, oral f!receiving, fingering, hickeys, use of ropes/tied up, betrayal, stripping, toxic relationship, orgasm denial

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The first thing you noticed was the softness beneath you—luxurious sheets that felt entirely foreign after the cold, hard floor of the hall. Blinking awake, your arms tugged instinctively, only to be met with resistance. Your wrists were tied to the bedposts, the smooth silk of the restraints deceptively gentle against your skin but firm enough to hold you in place. Panic bubbled in your chest as your eyes darted around the room.

It wasn’t like anywhere else you’d seen in this nightmare of a game. The room was extravagant, draped in rich fabrics and gilded accents, a far cry from the stark, utilitarian halls where the other players remained. The flickering light from a crystal chandelier above cast shifting shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie stillness.

“Where… where am I?” you murmured, your voice trembling. The silence pressed against you, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. You tugged harder against the restraints, your breath quickening. “Let me go!” you called out to no one in particular.

A creak at the far end of the room made your head snap toward the sound. A figure stepped into view, cloaked in black, their face hidden behind the sleek, metallic mask that sent chills through you. The mask’s emotionless design contrasted cruelly with the humanity you desperately searched for.

“Who are you?” you demanded, your voice rising despite the fear knotting in your throat. “Where am I? What’s going on?” You struggled against the restraints, the silk cutting slightly into your wrists.

The figure tilted their head, the movement slow, calculated. They took a step closer, then another, the weight of their presence suffocating. Finally, their gloved hand reached up, gripping the edge of the mask.

Time seemed to slow as they pulled it off, revealing a face you knew all too well.

“Young-il?” you breathed, disbelief flooding every syllable. Your heart twisted painfully, as though the air had been stolen from your lungs.

He smirked, the expression sharp, almost cruel, and yet it sent an unwelcome flutter through your chest. “Surprised, angel?” he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey laced with poison.

The nickname, one he’d used during the games, felt like a blade twisting in your heart. It was a cruel reminder of who you thought he was—the ally who had stood by your side, shared quiet moments of understanding, and made you feel safe.

And yet here he was, towering over you, not as a fellow player but as something far more sinister.

“You…” Your voice cracked as you stared at him, your emotions tangling into a knot of betrayal and heartbreak. “You lied to us. To me. You’re one of them.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that felt like a mockery of all the warmth you once thought he possessed. “Don’t be so dramatic,” he said, his tone playful but undercut with a dangerous edge. “I was doing what I had to. We all are.”

Your lip trembled, but you set your jaw, glaring at him even as your chest ached. “I trusted you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “...I loved you.”

His smirk faltered for a split second, a flicker of something softer passing through his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that same icy exterior. He moved closer after taking off his coat to reveal a black tight fitted shirt underneath.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he hovered over your tied-up vulnerable body, both his legs on either side of your hips.

“I’m not here to talk about feelings, Y/N,” he said, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed against your cheek. “I need information.”

You turned your head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand cupped your jaw, gently but firmly turning your face back to him. The touch sent a jolt through you, confusing and unwelcome. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice a quiet warning. “I know you’re close to Gi-hun. He trusts you. Now, tell me about that plan he told you.”

“No,” you said, the word shaking but resolute. “I won’t betray him. I won’t betray them.”

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, angel,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”

Before you could protest, his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It was unexpected, overwhelming, and despite everything, it ignited something in you that you couldn’t suppress. Your resolve wavered as his hand moved to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

When he pulled away, you were left reeling, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. “Now,” he said, his voice softer but no less commanding, “tell me.”

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from speaking. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning your body up and down, beneath him. He then caressed the side of your upper body, his hand making his way to your jacket zipper.

Shit, you weren't wearing a bra underneath today, nor a shirt, because it was supposedly bedtime. Slowly, he undid your zipper, exposing your cloth-less skin. "No bra?"

You laid beneath him shaking your head slightly, now bare, even more vulnerable.

"Look at you, so fucking pretty..." He then leaned in, "I might have to be rough if you don't tell me what I want..." He cooed, almost mockingly. His lips ghosting over yours, teasing, before pressing another kiss to them, sucking lightly. This time, your body betrayed you entirely, melting into him despite the storm of emotions crashing within you. Straightening himself up, he pulled your pants down while still hovering over you, leaving you in your undies. He pressed his thumb to your throbbing clit, with pressure before slowly stroking your folds over the fabric of your undies.

“Stop,” you whispered, though the word lacked conviction. “Please...” Yet, he continued, slipping two fingers inside your undies before stroking your folds again. You tried to resist his touch, you hated this, you hated him for betraying you guys. But your body felt differently. Trying to resist the pleasure, you forced yourself to not react, however, your body kept twitching under his touch and from all the pleasure building up.

“Then talk,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a velvet threat.

The push and pull was too much. Your heart warred with your mind, your love for him tangling with the sharp sting of his betrayal. "I won't." You spat, and he responded by inserting two fingers harshly inside you. You moaned, tilting your head back, panting heavily as he began pumping in and out of you. "Stop..." You pleaded, whimpering as he picked up his pace. Your breathing was heavy, gosh, he managed to make you feel so good, you were like putty under his control. "You tell me to stop, yet your body tells me otherwise...." His voice was low, sensual, "...so fucking wet for me..."

You felt your climax near approaching, your heartbeat quickening, you were close. "Young-il..." You plead, once more. "I'm gonna....I'm getting close..." Barely a whisper came out, your eyes shut tightly, body melting under his touch. "I'm gonna cum..."

He continued, pumping deeper and faster, and your climax was getting close and closer until...

He pulled his fingers out.

"Don't stop please..." You begged, "please Young-il I need you..." You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so needy, begging for more. No matter how mad you were, a part of you still wanted him. He smirked, seeing how needy you were for him which also fuelled his own desire. His bulge was evident, pressing against your thigh.

Young-il stroked your cheeks softly, "Oh Y/N, you'll get what you want...once you tell me his plan."

"I already told you I won't." You retort. "Such a stubborn, pretty mouth, hm?" He gazed into your eyes, filled with lust. He wanted you so bad, he'd do anything to make his name fall from your pretty mouth again.

He bent down, planting sloppy kisses on your collarbone down to your stomach. Sucking harshly till he left a bruise, "You'll look even more gorgeous with my marks all over you." Shifting down, Young-il moved closer to your cunt, making eye contact while he licked your folds.

"Young-il..." You moaned, body involuntarily arching, bucking your hips up into his face. Placing his hands on the velvety part of your inner thighs, he parted your legs wider before leaning in again to place kitten licks on your cunt.

"You taste so good angel..." He murmured into you.

He made sure to suck on your clit, with extra pressure, licking between the folds, slowly but sensually. "Young-il please..." You whimpered.

He pulled away slightly, "You want me to let you cum?"

"Please..." You begged, breathing heavily.

"Please what?" He retorted, "Use your words beautiful."

"Please make me cum..." You whined, before he continued, licking your whole slit, your became wetter by the second, body begging for more.

"The plan." He demanded you to tell him, "Now." Before pulling away again.

You groaned, wanting more, needing more. Your body so close filled with arousal, yet so far from a climax.

He leaned down once more, sucking on your clit again.

"The guards!-" You cried aloud, overwhelmed with pleasure. "An attack at midnight..." You moaned softly.

"Anything else?" Young-il smirked, knowing the control he had over you. "That's Gi-hun's plan...attack management at midnight when they've assumed we're asleep." You blurt out, which you immediately regretted. You told him what he wanted to know—about Gi-hun’s plan, the uprising, the desperate hope for freedom. Satisfied, Young-il sucked harder, licking every inch of your cunt with fervour. You moaned loudly, panting heavily as you came closer to a climax.

"I'm so close...gonna cum..." You arched your back further, "I'm gonna..." Then it washed over you, your body jerking harshly as it filled with pleasure. Your walls throbbed, and you felt a rush to your core; you let out a moan, hands tangling in Young-il's hair as you came.

When you finished, he pulled back, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He reached out, brushing a hair from your face with a gentleness that felt like a cruel mockery. “Good girl,” he said softly.

You turned your face away, tears slipping silently down your cheeks as guilt and shame consumed you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, "See that wasn't so hard was it." Young-il zipped up your jacket and helped you put on your track pants but still leaving you tied up.

He stood up, getting off the bed, “Not a word of this to anyone,” he said, his voice cold and unfeeling once more. “If you do, they’ll die. Every last one of them.”

You nodded, unable to speak. "Sleep here for tonight, the bed is more comfortable." He spoke while putting on his jacket, "When you wake up tomorrow, you'll be back in the hall with the others. I'll see you there angel." He winked, placing the mask back over his face before walking away.

Your body tremlbed as the door closed behind him.

Despite everything, your heart still ached for him. And that, more than anything, was the cruelest twist of all.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[doctor-dusk]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛) | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

a blurb of part 3 from prof!alex/mr. turner series.

warnings: prof!alex, age gap (not mentioned), sexual incitement. really, that's all.

word count: 1k

posting because i've been feeling pretty anxious lately (idk why but i'm fine, promise), soon part 3 will be among us. hope you like this little preview :3

[...] you felt like you were in the middle of a test. your restless eyes alternated between his face and your laptop screen, the scanned document with words you spent hours writing were now being meticulously analyzed by your teacher. not just any teacher. your favorite teacher.

he read each word carefully, as if at that moment, he wanted to enter your mind to follow your line of reasoning. his hand rested on his chin briefly, the thin beard tickling the palm of his hand.

his eyes moved to the drafts spread out on the table before his eyes, gathering them in one hand and reading them cautiously. he never actually said it to you directly, but he loved your writing. not only that, he loved your handwriting. even with the mistakes you scribbled and wrote the right word afterwards. 

he thought it was cute. sometimes your words were faster than your thoughts. just like him. 

you tried not to be nervous, but it was impossible. like it or not, he was your teacher. you were just a student, you were taking your first steps, while he already knew this kind of subject backwards and forwards.

the fact that you didn't know what he was thinking made you even more nervous. his face was too impassive. did he like it? did he hate it? will he compliment you? will he give you some advice to improve?

this uncertainty made you try to dispel your nervousness somehow, looking around the empty library downstairs as you drummed your fingers on the skin of your thigh impatiently and deliberately.

he glanced at you, noticing your internal struggle. his right hand reached yours, stilling your tapping fingers. his hand covered yours, but his touch was gentle, reassuring. 

“it's ok, darlin’. i'm almost done.” he muttered to you, his eyes still on your words marked with black ink, but completely aware of your anxiety.

his thumb traced the back of your hand in a soothing gesture, drawing invisible circles on your skin. it calmed you down somehow, but it still made you nervous. but in a good way. 

your teacher's hand remained there, tracing imaginary patterns on your skin, making you feel at ease, as if you didn't want to be without his comforting touch. his other fingers consequently rested on your thigh, gently caressing, following what his thumb did with the back of your hand.

you glanced at his hand, noticing the veins marking his skin like a canvas, the long fingers resting there, making small caressing movements. the same fingers that were inside you days ago. god, you were already feverish just thinking about it and remembering the feeling of his digits scissoring inside you, stretching you as his lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking it like it was his favorite candy.

“you okay there?” he asked quietly, breaking you out of your reverie. you just nodded, humming in agreement, hoping your face didn't give too much away. “do you want me to keep going?”

“the reading?" you asked. he chuckled, his face scrunched a bit, making the little wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes.

“no.” he moved his hand away from yours, so he could finally feel the warm skin of your inner thigh beneath his palm. 

he waited to see if you would back down. but you did the opposite. you opened your legs a bit more, inviting him to go further. you wanted his touch, his voice, his eyes on you. you wanted it all.

his fingers followed the path through your upper leg, touching the inside of your thighs, looking at you to catch any signs of discomfort, what there wasn't. you never had any doubts when it came to him. you always wanted everything he could give you.

the path to reach the bottom of your skirt was calm and torturous. your toes curled inside your black ballet flats, his closeness made your shoulders gently touch, the soft material of his shirt brushing against your bare arm.

‘’good?’’ he whispered to you, his index finger gently brushing against the material of your lace panties. he couldn't help it, even though you were open with him, showing no signs of discomfort, he still wanted to make sure you were on the same page.

you couldn't lie. although you were enjoying it, you were a little scared. you were in the library that was empty, but still, someone could show up at any moment. it was dangerous, but a part of you wouldn't let him stop. maybe it was the thrill.

you nodded, your fingers reaching for the hem of your skirt, pulling it up just enough so he could see what color your panties were. they were gray with black details on the edges. it made him smile internally because he was also wearing gray boxers. you were unintentionally matching.

when he was almost touching you to feel your heat and wetness through the fabric of your panties, something stopped him. someone.

‘’mr. turner, i found the copy of the book you asked for. it's a little old, but it'll do the job.’’ the librarian's voice so close made him immediately retract his fingers in the blink of an eye, he straightened his posture and looked at her. thank god the round table covered you from your belly down.

‘’lovely. thank you, mrs. gillian.’’ he smiled politely, taking the book from her hand and placing it on the desk, acting so naturally that even he was surprised.

she excused herself with a nod, the sound of her sandals against the porcelain floor fading as she walked away. you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might escape your mouth if you weren't clenching your throat so tightly.

‘’fuck, that was close.’’ he muttered, more to himself than to you. then, he looked back at you, an apologetic look on his face. ‘’i'm sorry, honey. she just appeared out of nowhere.’’

‘’it's okay, there was no way you could have known.’’ you tilted your head to the side, your shoulders still brushing against each other.

he nodded slightly, his eyes falling to his lap, his hard length squeezed by the confines of his pants and boxers to the point of being painful. your gaze followed his, and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight.

‘’you know…’’ he began after a silent throat clearing, his gaze gently lifting to meet yours, eyes filled with anticipation. ‘’there's no one upstairs.’’ [...]

to be continued...

[flowerisevil]

OHMYGOSHH I NEVER READ GOOD ALEX TURNER FIC FOR SO LONG LIKE THIS ONE✨✨✨✨

[flowerisevil]

Lifetime

Gwayne Hightower X Targaryen reader princess @beckyxzz

Disclaimer: incest. Gwayne is the reader's uncle, slight angst, attempted r@pe, mention of sa.

~•~

A youngest and a daughter. What an awful combination can the princess have.

The princess was feeling spiritless between these walls, after a war was declared.

"I want to go in the Sept, it is the seventh day today" she informed her sworn protector, her uncle.

"Princess, would you like for me to inform the Queen so she shall accompany you?" Gwayne asked.

She shook her head, she can't even look at him after the dream she had about him last night, it was unpleasant.

Gwayne took knowledge of her request, as soon as he fetched a carriage for her, the princess was fast to enter the carriage before him.

"You look devastated princess..." Gwayne pointed out.

"I worry for my future, Ser Gwayne" she confessed, as she skinned the tip of her fingers, a manner she obviously gets from her mother.

Gwayne looked at her, she looked like she did not come from her sister Alicent, from her outside and inside. She looked extremely like a Targaryen, out of the five of them, she was the only one who radiates an aura like the other pure-blooded Targaryen had. Her skin and hair were glowing, her lilac eyes that can deceive anyone.

"I worry that someday, the King would arrange me in marriage to the other houses for alliance" Gwayne snapped back in reality as her voice echoed inside the carriage.

"Aegon and Aemond they're plotting to marry me to the Oscar Tully"

Gwayne only nodded, he knew that his nephews' ideas were right, Oscar Tully was a young boy who would accept a generous offer of marrying a Targaryen princess, especially if it's her.

"And you don't want it? Lord Oscar Tully is a great chivalrous and has a great title"

She shakes her head, she never dreamed of marrying a guy, she wanted to marry for love and build a family that will be full of joyous laugh and lovely interactions.

She dreamed one man to marry and unfortunately it was the man right of her, out of all people her heart chose the one she truly shouldn't be with, he was sworn and took an oath.

As they have reached the Great Sept none between them, uttered a word.

Gwayne watched her kneel on the stone statue, while she lit up three candles he frowned, for whom she lit up the third one? Gwayne stared at her, she was the most beautiful of all of them, the most beautiful in his eyes too. His eyes stares at her position, kneeling while she looked up, he wonders how beautiful she would look if a such position is in front of him, he shook his head it was never a good idea to think about her in a sensual way.

It was a painful minute he had to endure before the princess and him came back in the Keep.

~•~•~•~•~•~

Gwayne resisted her, he tried, and he was good at hiding it, the people inside the Keep did not suspect him aside from one.

The youngest princess was outside the Godswood of the Keep when the Jason Lannister pay her a visit, Jason had always dreamed that someday he might get her hand for marriage before the two Targaryen brothers finalize her betrothal to Oscar Tully. It's not like Aegon did not want him for their sister, it would be an honor for both parties to unite their houses.

Gwayne eyes followed the steps of the Lannister towards the princess, he sat beside her on the wooden bench, the princess gaze moves towards him, a hint of discomfort flashed on her face at the close distance between her and Lord Lannister.

"Ser Jason, I am afraid my brothers are nowhere to be seen here" she spoke genuinely, Jason let out a small chuckle as he shakes his head.

"It is you princess that I am looking for" his body moved closer to her and his hands slowly reaching for her hand but before he had placed a kiss on the back of it, the princess had already withdrawn her hand from his grasp.

"What a very proper lady you are" Jason smirked. "I do wonder if only I had asked for your hand earlier than maybe our houses and the people in Kings Landing are already cheering at our union" the princess face grimaced as he spoke, he was speaking nothing but nonsense.

Gwayne hold his sword as he watched the scene unfold, Jason reached to cup her face, he cannot read what he's telling her, but one thing is for sure, the princess is not pleased nor comfortable with him. And he himself is not happy at the scene right in front of him, that cunt of a Lannister touching her elegant face, he dared to touch the princess like that.

Gwayne battled with his own emotion, but his restraints vanished when Jason Lannister took a small fabric of her dress and sniffing it, he immediately walked over them and grabbed his collar pushing him to the ground, he draws his sword before pointing it on the lord lion's neck.

"What an immoral person you are to harass the princess" Gwayne spat, the guards seem alert on his actions but he paid no mind and looked at the princess behind him.

He was furious.

And she can read it clearly on his eyes, but why? Why does it look like his act and rage was caused by other than his knightly duty? Why does his eyes seems have something more to say.

"Princess give me your command and I shall extinguished this unhinged man" Gwayne spoke, digging the tip of his sword the man's skin.

She opened her mouth to speak when Aemond walked inside seeing the scene in front of him.

"Ser Gwayne? What is the meaning of this?"

Aemond spoke beside him was Ser Criston Cole, Aemond's eye widened at the unpleasant scenario, when Gwayne moved his gaze to the Prince, Jason Lannister took it as a chance to run and stand beside Aemond.

"The princess sworn protector is insane! H-he pointed his sword at me!" Jason snarled.

Aemond looked at his uncle, demanding an explanation, Jason's defense made the knight chuckled as he placed his sword back his side.

"My Prince, Lord Lannister was harassing the princess"

Jason denied his allegations fueling the anger inside him, he stepped forward to make him admit his treasonous act but the hand of the woman behind her was placed on his arm, deterring him. His tense muscles softened at her touch.

Aemond eyes watched the interaction between his sister and uncle, he made a small sound with a click of his tongue as he whispered something to Ser Jason Lannister and the Lord walked away.

Then he turned back to them, looking at his dear sister. "Ser Criston, please escort the princess out of the Godswood."

"Aemond, I wish to stay. Hear me out, Lord Lanniste-"

"Enough. We shall talk later princess, for now I need to have a word with Ser Gwayne" with Aemond's command, Ser Criston walked to the princess and slowly guiding her back inside the castle.

Gwayne and Aemond remained there, the prince walked near at his uncle, his uncle was a great knight, one of his greatest swordman.

"You are a very an honorable knight Ser Gwayne, I would not have to deny that" Aemond murmur to him, looking him from toes to his head. "But it seems like the past moons you are having dereliction with your duties" the prince continued, he might only have one eye, but it does not mean he wasn't able to see the stare of fondness his uncle setting to his sister.

"I am only doing my duty, and it is to protect the princess, my Prince" Gwayne was bravely enough to stare back on the one-eyed prince.

"There is a difference with protecting the princess because of your duty and protecting her out of jealousy" Aemond chuckled, Gwayne was not fazed by his nephew's correct allegations. "I am no fool uncle, I know the little amor you have for the princess" Aemond stepped backward as he turned his back against the Hightower knight and walked away.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~

The last phrases echoed inside Gwayne's head, his mind was preoccupied when he heard a noise inside the princess chamber.

He quickly knocked on her room, waiting for her answer but it remained silent, he tried multiple times still no answer.

"Princess I am going inside" he informed before pushing her wooden door.

He went inside and he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, her back facing him.

"Princess? Are you alright?" He walked toward her.

He took the sight of her, when he finally saw her whole, her cheeks covered in almost dried tear stains, both of her arms hanging on her sides, it took his attention at the two bottles of wines scattered down her bed and one on her right hand.

Gwayne kneeled in front of her, slowly taking the wine out of her grasp, when he kneeled, he noticed pieces of broken glasses on the floor and small drops of blood, he searched where did it came from, and his eyes dropped on the left arm of the princess.

It was a long slit, probably a wound from the broken bottles of wine, he remained calm despite the urge to be angry at her for being too careless and letting herself get wounded. He scanned her chamber looking for something to aid her injury.

He slowly grabbed the liquor away from her, next he reached for her hand and gently washed it with wet water removing the flowing blood.

The Princess watched his actions, when he slowly held her hand like it was a piece of jewelry that need to be held with care. Her drunk state told her to caress his hair to show him her affection.

She has always admired him, from his physical traits to his inside traits, an honorable man, raised by his mother in Oldtown, an heir to Oldtown. He would be a perfect candidate as her betrothed, perhaps if only their father, the previous King was still alive he would consider Ser Gwayne to be her betrothed.

She looked down on him as he slowly wrapped a clean cloth around her palm, she reached to cup his face, slowly bringing his face close to her. Gwayne was surprised by the princess but also was fast to move away from her. Her heart sank as she felt his skin detached from her hand.

"Princess" his voice warned, the young princess stood up walking closer to him, she again caresses his face, her thumb rubbing his pale skin. With her drunken state she tried reaching for his lips, but the knight looked away, dodging her kiss.

"Ser Gwayne" her voice almost sounded like a plea, Gwayne took all his courage to not smash his lips to her at that moment, she would not need to ask him again, but he knew better than be intimate with the young princess.

"Princess, this is inappropriate" Gwayne managed to protest.

The Targaryen princess did not care, the alcohol she consumed had put enough courage for her to do an act that no proper or modest lady would do.

"Just for tonight please..." she leaned her forehead to his shoulders, her hand rested on his chest.

Gwayne was frozen, saying every curse he knows in his mind, he was no saint, with her pleading voice and desperate request she awoke something inside of him. He bit the inside of his cheeks, his hands gently snakes behind her back not enough for her to notice.

"Please"

Gwayne did not wait for another word, as he tilt her chin up to face him and connected their lips, he knew it was wrong, that if someone had walked in and caught them, he would be exiled, hanged, or beheaded with no trial.

She was a bit surprised not expecting his lips to hers, his tongue devoured her mouth, licking the taste of alcohol in her, she reached for his collar, but Gwayne gently pushed her down back to her mattress.

She studied his face, he was breathing heavily and his face fall down to the ground, Gwayne did not utter any word when he tucked her in thick covers.

"You must retire, princess" he said before turning around.

She was puzzled by his actions, while he was walking to leave her chamber, the princess pulled his white cloak enough to make him turn around, facing the princess.

"Ser Gwayne are you playing jest on me?" She furiously said, she somehow felt like her ego was stepped in. Not because she was rejected, but the mere thought that this knight left her hanging.

"I am clearly aware that you princess is very much familiar with ordinance and oaths that I have took as your sworn protector" Gwayne retorted, he returned his words with fully, like he intends to knock some senses into her wasted state. "I do not intend to break that princess; I am afraid you may have to find a different man or a whore perhaps who can fulfill your desires" he continued.

It was a harsh slap to the princess, with heavy steps she moved away from him. "Would you like me to fetch you a whore that will please you for the night?" She shakes her head.

Gwayne felt the pang of guilt when she raised her face to face him, the watery eyes were obvious to see. "I have no needs for those whores Ser Gwayne" she defined, hating how her voice sounded like it was about to break, it was shameful, she knew that her own sworn protector now see her as an improper desperate lady, who would risk everything just to get a taste of pleasure.

Gwayne nodded in acknowledgment before leaving when the princess spoke again. "I may be drunk but clearly I know what I am doing. I do not kiss just because I am drunk Ser Gwayne it is because I have deep feelings for you" she confessed.

Her head fell down on the cold ground as silence covered them, she was anxiously tugging her dress looking for comfort, but she failed. She knows that maybe inside of him he's already laughing at her little confession, maybe she was truly a Targaryen for having queer customs.

"Princess you are a young lady, you have no idea what you are talking about" he begun not daring to face her. "Whatever it is, please keep it to yourself or forget about it. Because I do not see you nothing more than my duty and a daughter of my Queen sister" he continued as he walked outside the chambers.

She pursed her lips, her eyes remained down before she finally composed herself to go back in her bed. She saw it coming, how fool of her to even try her luck at him. As she lay down Gwayne's words keep repeating inside her head until her mind grew tired and drift off.

That night Gwayne frustratedly punched the wall beside the door outside of her chamber, he was amused to himself that he was able to pull off a such thing, he talks like he did not want her, like he did not dream of having her, he talked like he has no interest in her, but he knew that inside him says otherwise.

That night he had left her chamber, he asked a different knight to guard the door of the princess bedchamber. Gwayne went outside the castle inhaling the air wishing that the fucking wind would relax him.

Gwayne's attention shifted towards the sound of someone approaching, he turned to find the source of sound prompting him to ready his sword. After minutes he finds nothing and left.

On his way back to check the princess his was puzzled as a lot of servants and guards are running through the halls urgently, his worry rise and ran towards the princess room. When he stopped in front of her chamber it was open and she looked inside to see the Dowager Queen with a teary eye watching her youngest daughter as her handmaidens tearing up while changing her already ripped dress.

Alicent eyes darted towards him as well as Cole's, the Commander of Kingsguard immediately gripped his collar dragging him out of the room.

"Where have you been? Why aren't you here when this tragedy happened?" Cole scowl at him, his fingers tightly grip his collar.

"I was gone for an hour, I asked another guard to look after-"

"They beheaded prince Jahaerys in the Queen's chamber, after that they stopped by the princess chamber slitting the throat of the guards that was here and they have harassed the princess, all this because of your insolence" Criston's last words are the only one who hit him.

He abruptly pushed him away trying to see her, but Criston pulled him back "After your negligence I don-"

The Commander dropped on the cold ground from the hard punch from Gwayne, before Criston could even react the knight was already inside the chambers.

Gwayne rush towards her but Alicent was quick to block her way. "Brother" Alicent spoke, when he moved his gaze towards the princess, she was already sleeping.

"The Maesters gave her something that would ease her shaking and led her to sleep." his sister voice was shaking as she explained.

"What did they do to her?"

Alicent can't form any words, how she will be able to repeat the words her daughter told her. "T-They barged here, and she said they touched her in the most inappropriate ways" Gwayne's inside was trembling, but he remained still when Alicent continued.

"The guards was already searching each room after what happened in Helaena's room, it was good thing that the guards looked inside her room before they do anything to her. The boy is dead, his pain has put through its end."

Alicent next words broke out. "B-but what they have done to my girls" she cried out, she covered her mouth to stop from making noises, preventing to wake her daughter.

A tear escaped on Gwayne's eyes as he listens to her words, there was no one to blame other than him, he didn't only forsake his duty but also her safety. In one night, he was able to completely harm her in many different ways.

It took minutes before Alicent calm herself, Cole assisted her back to her room, Gwayne was left there, he remained inside her chamber, it was inappropriate but it did not matter anymore. He watched her sleep, recognizing the familiar kind and sweet face she have, out of all people she did not deserve that, she was nothing but kind to everyone highborn or not.

"What kind of Gods are they to put harm to someone like you" he whispered with a small tear streaming down his face.

What happened to her, stabbed him inside. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to shield her from any harm but at the end he was the one who had forsaken her safety.

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Because of the incident, every kingsguard was questioned by the King Aegon.

"My son is dead! My poor sister was harmed! I shall have those rats head on a spike!" Aegon burst out as he left the council room.

Him along with the Kingsguard remained still when the Dowager Queen spoke, all the other guards shifted their gaze to her sister but his eyes remain on the youngest princess beside her, she was looking down while the Prince Aemond gently talk to her, Gwayne can see the Prince hands covering hers.

"All of you remain to your duties but none of you shall go near to my daughters, I'll have different men guard their room" His reality snapped back at the Dowager Queen's command. "And Ser Gwayne"

His eyes darted towards his sister, waiting for her to finish her words.

"You are dismissed from your duty, you are no longer the Princess sworn protector" her last words before she left the suffocating room.

The room was filled with whispers and silent chatters, thinking that Ser Gwayne would be exempted on the consequences of the accident last night.

"You should be glad, you weren't exile from the position, because of your insolence the princess was harmed" Aemond move to him face to face. "She was supposed to be under your protection and what have you done?"

"You know what's the right punishment for you? I should have both your head and cock in a-"

"Aemond that's enough" the princess rose from her seat, her face expressed nothing but devastation, the old kind and glowing aura now long gone.

"You defend this guy? A man who was responsible for what happened to you?" Aemond's outrage grew more as her voice and words protected him.

"Please, its inelegant to cause a scene in the council room" she rose from her seat and walked towards them, her face that used to be filled with a joyous, harmonious and glowing light is long gone and changed with despair and agony. When she came near them his gaze drifted down on the small gray patch that was hiding under the collar of her dress.

A bruise. A mark that left to remind her about that night.

The princess noticed his attention to her bruise, she swiftly fixed her collar to hide the bruise. "Aemond that is enough please, I would like to rest please..." He noticed Aemond softens at her words when the prince pulled away from him and guide the princess outside the room.

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A week passes the memory of accident can't seem to be buried from the people inside the Keep's minds, all servants looked after the Queen Helaena and her younger sister more, their guards was replaced by knights of Casterly Rock, the security was more stricter, and it was killing Gwayne, a whole week he wasn't able to see her, he tried to get over it, convincing himself it was for the better but it did not work, Sevens whatever nonsense words he would say to himself it will never work.

The past few weeks people despise him, Aemond hated him rather, would often discreetly throw him vile insults but Gwayne paid no mind, and that's what anger the prince most.

And here they are, standing in front of him. The prince was on the training grounds when the prince Aemond saw him and challenged him for sword sparring.

"I challenge the Dowager Queen's brother"

"The irresponsible knight, Ser Gwayne" Gwayne rolled his eyes at the insult, Aemond was a young man who knows nothing but to throw vile insults thinking it would be the greatest weapon to have.

Criston was the first to spoke. "My prince Ser Gwayne Hightower is your uncle it would be disrespectful to challenge your older uncle-"

Criston explained but looks like the prince has no intention of listening. It was no secret of Gwayne's skills, an expert in sword and combat, he was raised for the specific specialty as an heir and knight he was taught to hold a sword and fight at a very young age, and he excels.

"It's much more disrespectful to neglect a prince offer, doesn't it?" His one eye placed on his.

Gwayne offered a small smile and nod before he bows for respect. "You are truly right my prince, a shame on my part to neglect your generosity, and it would be an honor to-"

"Honor?" Targaryen prince muttered under his breath with a loud scoff. "Honor is the last thing you deserve uncle"

With the prince last words, he draws his sword and begin to attack the Hightower knight. Everyone on the training grounds did not plan or even wish to intervene between the two skilled swordmen, not even Ser Criston Cole. On the upper part of the castle the King Aegon took a sip from his goblet while watching with a smug look on his face, beside him was the Lord of whispers, Ser Larys Strong.

"Look at them fighting over my dear little sister, what a cunt deprive they are." Aegon laughs watching two kin of his dwell.

"I beg your pardon you grace, Prince Aemond?" Larys asked, he did not expect a such thing from the one-eyed prince, to waste his time and defeat his own for a woman.

"Y/N was the only woman he ever loved, our dearest sister who showed her nothing but gentleness" Aegon explained his hand rotates clockwise to stir the wine in goblet. "Did you not notice how he was not fazed by the idea of betrothing Y/N to Oscar Tully, the Lord of one of the most important houses in the realm but rather he was threatened by a simple knight, our uncle to be exact" Aegon laughs loudly, he finds it quite entertaining to see two dumb men kill each other for a cunt.

But on the other hand, Larys seems like not to get his idea. ''What do you try to say, your grace?"

The sound of laughing that covered them disappeared, the King raised an eyebrow at him, but it later turned into a sly smile.

"Aemond knows who his enemies are, but he only attacks the ones he knows he will lose to" he looked back down the grounds, Aemond was behind Gwayne the prince arm wrapped around the knight's neck.

"Because he knows he has no chance of winning over Ser Gwayne" Aegon said and place his goblet, letting out a loud burp.

Back on the ground the guards were growing worried of the two, Gwayne's army tried to intervene but Gwayne command them not to.

"You think just because you are the brother of the previous Queen you have the right put your hands on the princess?" Aemond whispered his grip tightening.

Gwayne knew, the overprotectiveness, the insults Aemond made after the accidents, the small jealousy that would flash on the prince face when she defended him. Those was plainly all because of his romantic feeling for her.

"I am far better than you could ever be Aemond" he replied striking his elbow right to his patched eye, resulting him to fall on the ground. Gwayne was fast to take his sword from the ground and points it towards the prince.

it made everyone gasp, a treasonous act was displayed.

"Perhaps the prince would wish to ask for different opponent next time, someone who has the same level of skills like him" he said before finally throwing the sword and turning his back. His back dropped to the cold ground, and a sharp dagger was pointed at his neck.

"You shall know your place in here......uncle" Aemond remind him.

Looking around he can see the concerned eyes of his men, but neither of the two paid minds. Aemond pushed his dagger furthermore earning a loud groan from the knight beneath him. "No one in this people would dare to question me if I slit your pretty neck-

"Aemond"

All of the attention moved to the princess on the door, behind him was the King Aegon that has a wide annoying smile. Quickly Aemond removed himself above the knight and simply left the training grounds without uttering any words. Before the prince passed her by, she whispered to him.

"What is this about Aemond?" her voice lingered on Aemond's ear.

"You shall not know my dear sister" he only smiled and resume to walk pass her.

The youngest princess sighed out her frustration, oh she knew, she has always known. He did not perfectly hide it. Her gaze moved towards the knights that was helping Gwayne to stand up, the bruises was starting to swell as well as her worries for her.

"Bring Ser Gwayne in my chambers now" she commanded before leaving the grounds.

Her heart was beating fast as she reached the hospital wing of the castle and gathered the things and medicines she will need. She was worried and guilty she knew the exact reason why Aemond did that, she knew her mother will be vexed if someone told her what she just commanded those people earlier. No one was supposed to go near her other than her brothers, sister and mother.

When she opened her chambers, Gwayne was sitting on the chaste his armor is still on, her hands were shaking as she placed the medicines on the top of her drawer. After that night she don't know how she will be able to face him again.

"Princess the Queen would not be pleased to know that you invited me in your chamber without anyone to chaperone"

She exhales and pretend like she did not hear him. "Remove your armor and lay down the chaste."

"But princess-"

"I will not repeat myself again"

Gwayne pressed his lips together and diligently nod and did what he was told to. He was having a hard time removing the damn armors around him, his body was still sore from what all the prince did to him earlier.

The princess immediately moved towards him and helped him with removing his armors, it stunned the knight at the sudden proximity. For a moment he was breathless with her closeness to him, her hands slowly put down the heavy plates and armors around him and Gwayne was finally relieved from his armor she moved back to take a cotton with a medicine to heal his cuts.

Gwayne sat still on her chaste, she sat beside him to tend his wounds, the first tap earns a groan from him, she whispered him to calm down.

How can he? when she was that close and beautiful

But after few minutes they both grew comfortable with each one's presence, Gwayne's body was leaned against the chaste while she was tapping a medicine in the long slit Aemond made on his neck.

She wanted to cry at that moment, she wanted to talk to him about that night even though he made it clear.

"I apologize for what Aemond did, he can be very impulsive sometimes" she managed to start a conversation with her hoping that he would reply.

"He loves you" Gwayne stated, it was hard to let out those words because he did not want to acknowledge someone's romantic feelings for her, but other than that he was scared that you might feel the same towards Aemond.

"I do not wish to talk about that, Aemond is nothing but a brother to me and it will always remain that way" she explained her eyes fixated on his neck, everything about him was gorgeous.

"I apologize for that night princess, I was supposed to be there, to protect you" his words made her froze.

Once again, she was reminded by the horrible night that happened to her, she composed herself as she gathered all the used cottons, the memory of the incident still lingers inside her head, she intends to forget about those as much as she can.

Gwayne noticed her abrupt movements, when she stood up to move away Gwayne had caught her arms pulling her back down on the chaste, his arms snakes behind her and pushed her body close to him. Their closeness did not help the longingness their trying to suppress.

"Please know, I cry out for you, the one thing I can't have" Gwayne spoke as he gently tucks some of her hair strands behind her ear.

"Please do not play with my feelings by doing this you only make-" she was cut off when he seal her into a kiss.

She can feel her muscles relax above him, her hands automatically landing on his chest while she tried to deepen the kiss. She was drowning at their kiss. Meanwhile, Gwayne carefully guided her body above him, his hand behind her waist while the other one was placed on her face.

The two separated to catch their breaths, Gwayne moved his forehead towards her. "Forgive me, my love" his voice was regretful.

"Every night my love, I did nothing but pray to the Gods for their forgiveness and yours, every night I wished to be on your side and comfort you, every night I think of no one but you. Forgive me princess for being a coward daft" he pleaded; his fingers intertwined with her as he brushes his lips to her hand.

"Gwayne that night when they were...." she could not bring to mention the words of what happened to her. "In my mind I was shouting your name hoping you would hear me and save me, I prayed to the Gods to bring you and save me from that horrid situation" her lips formed a smile

A bitter smile with her watery eyes was displayed infront of him. And it shattered him.

"But you shall not to blame yourself" her voice became hopeful, her eyes settled above his blue ones. "I would not be please to burden yourself with guilt"

"i tried to resist my feelings for you, you know" he chuckles. Their body wrapped around each other, "but I was only fooling myself, telling myself that I wasn't devastated by the news of your betrothal with Lord Tully, or whenever prince Aemond was all over you. I had to convince and to repeat to myself that I was in no position to feel that way"

"My betrothal to Oscar Tully is now gone, you have nothing to worry" she explained and sat up beside him.

Gwayne only nodded as he brings his lips to her knuckles "I don't care if it's to happen or not, no matter what will happen I will forever fight for your hand, no matter what consequences I will face"

"Gwayne if you wish we can keep this as a secret"

"I do not wish nor intend to darling" he cupped her cheeks and pulled him into another kiss.

This time he will do everything to have her, he will not leave Kings Landing without her by his side.

His lips move down to her collarbone, his finger moved the fabric that was covering the bruise, the princess tried to hide it, but he stopped her. He pressed his lips on the top of the bruise lightly not wanting to hurt her, if only his lips could remove these horrid marks and replace it with his own, he would gladly do it.

He switched positions with hers, now she was beneath him.

"You must rest, your wounds and bruises are not healed" the princess smiled and stood up, she led him towards her bed.

Tiredness covers the two as they both lay on the bed, when Gwayne opened his eyes, it was almost night he removed himself from her bed and starts wearing his armor again, he has to talk to her sister and start explaining everything, he placed a kiss right on top of her head before exiting her room.

A soon as he closed the door of her chamber, the familiar dagger was settled once again on his neck.

"Does the bruises of my punches not enough or maybe I shall fully-"

Aemond wasn't able to finish his sentence when Gwayne was fast to get the dagger out from his grasp, and quickly moved on Aemond's back, his arm wrapped around the prince neck while his other arm swiftly placed on the top of his other eye.

"I have been patient with you boy" Gwayne spoke, the tip of the dagger moved closer to the prince eye. "But I must tell you that everyone has their limits"

He let go of the prince, gasping for air before Aemond scowled "Do you think the King and your Queen sister would approve of this? no, you will be exiled not only from here but from your position or even worse you'll end up beheaded"

Gwayne showed no hint of fear, "You are right, there's uncertainty of what I am about to do, my life, position and honor will be put in risk because of my actions, but if there is something I cannot risk is my love for the princess."

He had come to the point where he was desperate to be with her.

"I can and I will risk everything just to have her, even if the only chance is impossible, for her I would gladly risk it, my prince"

Gwayne always knew the importance of honor, being the heir of the King's Hand, his father didn't miss any day of reminding him about it, and growing up his principle was just like his father's. But now he was ready to bend everything for her no matter at what cost.

"Prince Aemond you have no idea how far I will go just to prove my love her, you don't know the things I'm willing to do for her."

Gwayne stated before finally walked past the one-eyed prince all confound.

A/N: hello doves i am truly sorry for the long and slow updates, life's been quite busy, had a lot of things going on but anyways please know that i am slowly working on your requests.

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For I am yours.

Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen princess original character.

A/N: this was one of the request I received but I accidentally deleted i along with my previous works:( anyways I use an OC for this one sorry, I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: mention of past attempted SA, inform me if i miss anything also possible grammatical and typographical errors ahead. English is not my first language

Summary: he was sworn to her, he is hers in any way she requires him.

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Elaerys Targaryen, the epitome of grace and beauty in the Seven Kingdoms, many have said she had surpassed the qualification of the beauty of Targaryen woman, they said she was favored by the Sevens for having a such gorgeous features. And Elaerys was much aware of the attention and beauty she acquired, and her face is the exact reason why she have different guards every moon.

Her father, the King had to change her sworn protector every moon because of two reason, they had attempted to took advantage of her, or fell for her beauty. All of them broke their oath to the princess leading them to be exiled from the position and in King's Landing.

"It is none of your fault, Elaerys" her older sister comforted her, as she heard the news that her new sworn protector was caught glimpsing at her bathro door.

"Nyra, t-this is the exact reason why his grace would not allow me to go outside these walls, I want to go out, I want to visit the cities and people!" Elaerys complained, she envy her older sister Rhaenyra when their father allowed her to have her marital tour, Rhaenrya was abled to travel while her stayed in the Keep.

"next moon perhaps father will less strict to you after your name day" Rhaenyra cheered for her as she finished braiding Elaerys white hair.

"you look exactly like mother" her sister added smiling at the sight of her younger sister.

Elaerys bittersweet smile, she loved and hated it the same time, she loved being beautiful no doubt but its the very reason why she's also caged in here.

"Do you think If I get married I will be much more free?" Elaerys asked, her hand scratch the blade of her shoulders anxiously.

Rhaenyra sighed. "It depends but mostly no, when you became a wife you have duties to attend to Elaerys" Rhaenyra pitied her, she knows the exact feeling of being prisoned here in the castle.

Rhaenyra only hugged her to show comfort, she knows when the time has come the King will learn to let her fly on her own wings, after all she is a dragon nonetheless she is made of fire and blood too.

**

Her name day came, and the right time for marriage, the King prepared a grand celebration for her second born daughter, a ball and feast.

Elaerys sat on her seat beside her was her sister Rhaenyra almost drunk from all of the wine she drank tonight. The princess looked around setting her eyes on a familiar deep blue eyes, Ser Harwin Strong.

"You missed him don't you?" Rhaenyra whispered beside her, teasing her sister to its past lover.

Elaerys shrugged her, her sister wasn't wrong but she had decided to stay away from him. He was her almost, if only Ser Harwin is not bounded by too much honor, that he chose his duty than asking for her hand in marriage, but she could not blame him for not risking his position.

"Why don't you tell our father that you want him to marry? I am quite sure he will trust Ser Harwin on your protection, that man can dead someone who will dare to lay a finger on you" Rhaenyra jested as she loudly laughed.

It's not like she did not thought of that but other than his bounded to his duty, Elaerys felt Harwin did not want to do anything with her anymore, she would not want to tie him in a loveless marriage with her forever.

Her eyes searched for him again once again, she looked for him in the dancing crowd, maybe his out there dancing with some other highborn ladies.

"Done looking for that brawny man?" Her eyes promptly looked up to see their cousin Laenor, just like her sister he also knew the past business she and Ser Harwin once had.

Laenor sat on the other empty side chair beside her. "Happy name day cousin, welcome to the right age of marriage" Laenor and Rhaenyra both laughed, looks like their three years in marriage are already taking big impact on each other.

She both sign them to stop when they saw the King approaching beside him was his Hand and another red headed man.

The three youngster Targaryens stood up, bowing to the King before Viserys spoke. "My daughter happy name day, here may I present to you your new sworn protector"

A man stepped forward, wearing a green and silver tunic, his hair looks like an ginger auburn hair close up, pale skin, blue eyed and freckled man reveals himself.

"Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown" the King introduced.

Elaerys eyes darted to Otto, this is his son?

"Hightower? I did not assume Ser Otto has a knight i their family" Rhaenyra commented.

Otto simply smiled, sarcasm filled his face. "Gwayne is Alicent's older brother, my heir to Oldtown"

Laenor spoke first of the three of them. "An honor to meet you Ser Gwayne, I do hope you enjoy your stay here in King's Landing and you will keep an eye at my cousin, the princess she can be very hard to handle sometimes"

It made the group laughed, Gwayne smiled while nodding in acknowledgment, his gaze moved to the princess, Gwayne noticed the discreet look she gave him. He bow in respect but Elaerys only nod and offer him a small smile.

"Thank you your grace, I shall observe Ser Gwayne's skills" Elaerys uttered, it earned a laugh from her father.

As the celebration continued Gwayne stay near her, she thought he would start his duty by tomorrow but the knight stayed close to where she was.

Gwayne was relief and bizarre for the princess, commonly highborn ladies would love this kind of events but instead she sat there and watch the crowd, most specifically he noticed that she's eyeing someone in the crowd.

Gwayne examined her, all of the stories about her graceful beauty, he thought people was just exaggerating again about someone from the Targaryen dynasty but no, her white silver hair neatly dropped down, her lilac eyes, and flawless skin, her entire aspect screams elegance and royalty, she was indeed a princess.

Elaerys was feeling spiritless around this crowd, she wish to have a breath of the air outside, she stood from her seat and walked away from the banquet, she was thankful Laenor and Rhaenyra both left her for a moment so no one would stop her from leaving.

She knew her new sworn protector was following her, it was his duty what else did she expect?

She stopped infront of the empty balcony, she turned around seeing her knight near the open dood to guard it. Silence filled the balcony, Elaerys was quite familiar with that aspect but her knight on the other side seems bothered it.

"Don't you relish the grand celebration inside, princess?" Gwayne spoke, he wasn't use to a such silence.

"I seem to grow tired of it Ser"

"Then why don't you rest on your chamber?"

Elaerys frowned, turning her head to look at her knight, his voice was filled with sarcasm?

"Pardon?"

Gwayne seem to take notice about the change of expression of the princess, "I mean no offense, princess"

After that silence filled them again, until excuse herself to rest no one talked again.

Months had passed Gwayne surprisingly was able to keep his oath and duty, but he did admit it to himself that somehow he catched an attraction to the princess, with her kind and pleasing demeanor he tried his best but it was too late.

They had interacted and shared a lot of unexpected proximity many times, just like right now. Both of them under of one of the trees in Kingswood. Elaerys sneaked outside the King's Landing after hearing the news that the is planning to match him with Tyland Lannister, Gwayne spotted her sneak outside the castle and when he confronted her, the princess plead him and there they are.

"That man age is near his deathbed" Elaerys muttered, a bottle of ale on her right hand, she felt like her head was spinning.

"That is a very rude thing to say princess" Gwayne looked at him and continued "but I very much agree so"

Gwayne watched her reaction, when Elaerys laughed he did the same, relieved that he managed to let out a pretty laugh from her mouth. A few moments later the two shared a deep conversation.

"Ser Gwayne did you ever had a relationship with someone you shouldn't had?"

Gwayne rested his head on the pillar of the tree. "I never had a serious relationship my princess"

"you mean you only dealt with whores in brothels?"

"not only in brothels my princess" Gwayne fixed his armor before speaking again. "But those were before I was appointed as a knight, as I enter knighthood I have left all of those behind"

Elaerys smiled as she nodded. "I do not criticize your Ser for acting like a normal human"

"I do not think you're the type of judging someone without fully knowing them"

A smiles formed on the drunk face of the princess, she drank another sip from her ale, Gwayne did not want to stop her, he knows she had a rough day and he would not neglect her for having freedom for once.

"If you do not mind princess, have you fell for someone you should not have?"

She did. And looks like she was about to again.

Gwayne saw the glint in her eyes, he nodded. "i shall take that as a yes. If I may, who is this lucky Lord then?"

Gwayne can feel his heart beating fast, he was hoping for the answer that he wants. That his name would be the words that would trail off from her mouth.

"Ser Harwin Strong, he was my first lover.."

Gwayne let out a dramatic gasp. "You have a very surprising taste, princess"

Who knows that the man of honor, the one they call the hard Breakbones and the Lord Commander of City Watch fell for the princess beauty?

But who wouldn't? That's the very reason why the King appointed him to this position. His Grace had expected him to not have any romantic attachment to the princess.

Elaerys talked about Harwin for hours and it was making Gwayne's ear fuzz, the constant utter of the name Harwin from the princess pain his ears, maybe letting the princess finish those three bottles of ale was a bad idea, she was intoxicated.

"Ser Gwayne"

Her words caught his attention, finally a good name came out from her pretty lips. As he turned his face to her, he was stunned by their proximity, he hadn't realize that Elaerys already closed the gap between them.

"You shall have your very own oath to me" The princess declared. "I want you to make your own vow and swear it to me" He thought maybe its just one of the princess nonsense game driven by the alcohol but somehow in him felt to take it seriously.

His eyes pierced into her, he suddenly lost all his ability to look away, she was more than beautiful, its not just her hair and eyes, but what her face express and trying to tell that makes her beautiful. As she looked up to him their gaze met, both glued on each other.

"I Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown vow to you my Princess Elaerys Targaryen, that I will do my very best and offer my very last breath serving and protecting you, I shall serve no one but you, and you shall have me for anything you require, for I am yours"

It almost sounded like a marriage vow.

Elaerys beamed at him her hand reaching to cup his cheeks "You are a very beautiful man Ser Gwayne" were the last think she muttered before she drift off to sleep.

Is she always like this? Is this the reason why her past knights all head over heels to her? If yes then he himself is no different from those knights.

"No wonder those men was enchanted by this lovely princess" he exhales, guiding the princess to lay comfortably on the grounds, he cannot risk riding his horse with a wasted princess with him.

He took of his white cloak and placed it on the ground to serve as a sheet of the princess, after placing her to her handmaid bed he leaned and pressed his back on the tree.

He cannot end up like those knights, exiled from their position and in King's Landing. The King trusted him with his daughter and Seven hells the princess is younger than her sister Alicent.

"I am not even sure if she feels the same way" he chuckles.

***

After that night, Elaerys felt a wall that her knight build, he became distant and cold. And she knew the very exact reason why.

She hated that she yearned for him after that night, she hated that she have to pretend everyday that his distance from her did not bother her, she hated that he placed a barrier between them. A lot change after that night, she sometimes caught herself looking at him for too long, glimpsing at his lips, looking or searching for him when she would lose the sight of him.

"I want to go to Rhaenyra" Elaerys spoke while walking through the halls.

"As you wish princess, I shall accompa-"

"I would like to go alone, for the meantime you can have an hour off Ser Gwayne, you have nothing to worry I'll stay inside her chambers" Elaerys explained

He wanted to protest, to not let her take away the only opportunity he have to be close to her, the only chance he can see glance at her for as much as he can, but reading her eyes he sense that he should let her after all he is serving her and he should do whatever she commander him to do.

Elaerys started walking away from him, he can hear the fast click of her shoes showing her urgency.

Elaerys did not bother to knock on her sister's door as she opened it, she walked to Rhaenyra's bed and hugged her.

"What's the problem?" Rhaenyra spoke but the princess keep her head on her older sister's shoulder.

"Rhaenyra, what if I wish to marry someone?" Elaerys lifted her head, facing her sister's confused face.

"and? You make it sound that the man you want to marry is someone who you shouldn't" Rhaenyra replied.

Elaerys did not manage to answer, Rhaenyra had hit the right words. Rhaenyra sat straight concern filled her face.

"It's Ser Gwayne isn't it?"

Elaerys nodded her head dropping ashamed of what she put herself into.

Rhaenyra chuckles as she raised her sister's face. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Elaerys, Ser Gwayne is an honorable knight"

"exactly Rhaenyra he is a knight, my sworn protector, he took an oath, it is treason if we engage into any romantic relations"

"Elaerys sometimes you have to take a risk and know its outcome than not doing anything"

Rhaenyra talked to her like how an older sister would, she gave her advices and guidance of what she should do.

"The decision is on you sister, and whatever it is I will support you" was Rhaenyra's last words.

Is the decision truly on hers?

***

She have thought of her sister words, after all Elaerys is not sure if Gwayne even felt the same.

While walking in Godswood and Gwayne guarding her as usual, she was admiring the fall of leaves from the branches when someone called her from behind.

He knew exactly those deep gentle voice, she turned around and faced the man infront of her.

"Ser Harwin"

Harwin Strong bow to her, his large hand reaching for her as he pressed his lips on her knuckles. Gwayne's face on the other hand grimaced at the sigh, he was not liking the sigh he was having.

"I pass by outside and I saw you and thought I should pay you a visit" Harwin replied.

Elaerys smiled bitterly "How ironic that you only thought of that now" it came out as a whisper but Harwin clearly heard it.

"I will be away for a very long time darling" he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear, before he softly cupped her cheeks.

Elaerys expected that she would melt as soon as he does that but she felt nothing instead her eyes looked for Gwayne, as soon as they locked their eyes Gwayne looked away like he saw nothing.

"I do not see any reason for you to inform me Ser Harwin, I have thought you do not want anything to do with-" she stopped her words when Harwin leaned his forehead to hers.

"my Elaerys, forgive me for what I have done, once I come back I promise I will ask for your hand in marriage and I will fight for it no matter-"

Harwin was pushed away from her, she looked at Gwayne who had separated the both of them.

"I expect you are well known on the ethics and policies of touching the princess Ser Harwin, it is treason" Gwayne informed, he stepped forward placing her behind him.

"I meant no harm to the princess, apologies for my insolence"

Gwayne wanted to curse him, he can resist him touching her hands but leaning his forehead to hers? Acting like their a married couple? Fuck that.

Elaerys tried to defend Harwin but Gwayne keep on talking about the boundary Harwin crossed.

"Ser Gwayne, do not worry he meant no harm"

Elaerys looked at Gwayne when he faced her, she can almost read his entire face, it was mixed of emotion, hurt, anxious, possessiveness and jealousy? He was looking intently at her, like he wants to say something.

Gwayne felt his heart sank everytime Elaerys would defend this man, he looked at her with defeat and resignation.

"Ser Harwin you are dismissed" Elaerys command.

"But Elaerys-"

"May the Sevens bless you for your long journey"

Was what Elaerys only answer before she left the Godswood, Harwin gaze dropped on Elaerys fingers that swiftly pulled her knight's hand, dragging him inside the castle.

Gwayne was too clouded too realize that Elaerys was holding his hands, he tried to pull away only for the princess to tighten her grip. Soon they stopped in an empty hallway, Elaerys dropped her grasp to him.

"Ser Gwayne, what is it up with you? You don't to be yourself lately?"

"Princess you have nothing to worry about"

"What was that earlier? You dare to threaten Ser Harwin Strong?"

"He touched you princess, he was too close to you it was improper" Gwayne stood straight, defending his argument.

"Are you jealous of him?" Elaerys blurted out, it was an embarrassing question to ask.

Elaerys can see him frown, she looked away after a few minutes of no answer. "I am sorry Ser Gwayne for that I did not mean to-"

"It was more than jealousy that I felt earlier princess"

Elaerys looked at him, his head was facing down, completely avoiding her eyes.

"I had become one of the knight that broke their oath to you" he added "so when I saw you with Ser Harwin earlier with his forehead resting to yours I was...furious, I wanted to break his face and make sure he would not be able to do that to you again." her sworn protector confessed.

Gwayne sighs before he let out a plain chuckle "How can I ever resist someone like you? I cannot blame those men even Ser Harwin for falling to a such beauty" he added, his words delivered compliments but its voice was filled with hurt.

Gwayne bowed before he excused himself, Elaerys was left there frozen, not a single word even left her lips, she was too stunned to his confession.

Gwayne was no where to be seen the rest of the day after their encounter, Elaerys searched for him, she even asked the servants and other kingsguard but they all said that they did not saw him.

Elaerys has to express herself to him too, he has to know what she felt for him.

Elaerys gave up and was taking rest on her chamber when there was a knock on her doors, she let them in and it revealed Rhaenyra.

"Father....he summons you in the throne room" Rhaenyra informed a comforting smile carved on her lips.

"For what?" She asked but Rhaenyra only shrugged, with a complaining groan, Elaerys stood up before walking with her sister through their way inside the throne room.

As the door opened, the two princess walked infront of the king as they bowed.

"Ah my daughter Elaerys I would like you to meet Lord Cregan Stark, from the North son and heir of Lord Stark" Viserys introduced, the man Cregan walked up to her and bow.

"An honor to meet you princess" he politely greeted.

He looked like a chivalrous man, well men from the North tends to be more honorable than men from here.

"Lord Cregan is here to begin his courtship to you" Elaerys eyes widened at her father's last words.

"Since you have not found someone you wish to marry than I already find one for yours, Lord Cregan is your betrothed from now on" the King commanded.

The princess fisted her hands, "I do not wish to marry him your grace"

"you will not disobey your king, Elaerys"

Elaerys stepped back away from Cregan and face the King.

"Forgive me your grace but I do not plan marrying Lord Cregan and be sent to the North after?"

Viserys looked at Rhaenyra signing her to stop and convince her sister but Rhaenyra looked away like she saw nothing.

"Elaerys, Ser Cregan will protect you"

"By how? Isolating me in a cold place? Father I am a dragon why would you put a fire in a place like North?"

Viserys stood up, even his Hand try his best to calm him down Viserys refused. Elaerys breathed out composing the right words to deliver her message.

"Father...I have someone in my mind that I wish to marry, forgive me" Elaerys said before walking out of the room, she felt suffocated.

Viserys on the other hand was left with frustration, he have thought he would not have a hard time finding a match for his daughter.

"The princess is probably exhausted your grace, her young mind is new to the reality of betrothal and marriage" Rhaenyra defense.

"She said she wish to marry someone, do you know who is this man?"

The people inside the room waited for her answer, she can feel cold sweats forming on her forehead, the King's Hand spoke.

"News had spread in the previous months ago your grace said that the princess Elaerys was caught visiting the quarter of the City Watch and she is often caught in the presence of the Lord Commander of City Watch" Otto announced.

"Saying such gossip and stories about my sister is treason my Lord Hand" Rhaenyra pointed out.

Otto face formed in a small sly smile. "I am only informing the King of what people inside the Keep see, some said the Lord Commander was saw leaving the princess chamber in the middle of the night-"

"Are you questioning my daughter's virtue Otto?"

The Hand stopped his sentence, shock and defeat spread on his face. "I mean no offense you grace"

"Rhaenyra I need to know who is this man?" Viserys turned his attention back to his eldest.

When Rhaenyra did not answered he spoke again. "I command you Rhaenyra, is it true that Harwin had defile your sister?"

"Sevens! No Father!"

"Then what is the truth-"

"She intends to marry Ser Gwayne!"

A loud silence occupied them, Viserys mouth half opened, the shock om Otto's face was a pure sight.

"Elaerys came to me one night, she was scared when she confessed to me that she wanted to marry Gwayne, she said she was afraid of how you will react and what you will do to them" Rhaenyra added more, her head remained high directly looking to the King.

"Gwayne Hightower he poisoned your sister's mind, he seduced her!" Viserys turned to Otto, grabbing the collar of his clothes. "Your son dare to disrespect me by breaking his vow is this the reason why he resigned and decided to go back in Oldtown?"

Otto wanted to unalive him right there, "Your grace I know nothing about this"

Rhaenyra frowned, Ser Gwayne resigned to his position?

****

Elaerys was running through the halls looking for any signs of him but she failed, she visited the quarters of Kingsguard but he was no where to be seen. When she lost her hope, she saw her sister Rhaenyra walking fast towards her.

"Elaerys, Ser Gwayne he is on his horse going back to Oldtown, he resigned to his position" she informed.

"How did you know?" Elaerys looked at her sister the smiled cheekily.

"I tell you later, for now go and find Ser Gwayne and bring him back here." Rhaenyra said before turning back against her.

Elaerys wasted no time as she mounted her dragon Silverwing, as she settle on its back they immediately flee on the sky.

Silverwing was a quick dragon, looking down the ground she searched for any sign of him, she see a few men in horseback with their Hightower sigil, she lead Silverwing towards them.

Gwayne was occupied ever since they left in King's Landing, the King was curios and uneasy when he humbly resigned his position, he had to come up with several reasons. The King even mentioned how he did well on his job.

If he only knew.

He did not want to leave King's Landing, he did not want to leave her, but resigning and leaving his position is the only proper way he could ask for her hand.

His head turned when he heard a voice calling him from behind, he stopped his horse as he saw the princess dismounting her dragon.

"Ser Gwayne" she called her out, Gwayne dismounted himself from his horse as soon as she approached him.

"Princess, what made you come here?" He said bowing his head.

Elaerys raised an eyebrow, crossing her arm as she spoke. "Where are you going?"

His head remained face on the ground, a small smile forming on his lips. "Back to Oldtown princess, the King approved my resignation"

"You are sworn to me Gwayne" Elaerys uttered, she pushed back her hair as she continue "You took a personal vow to me, and now you leaving without even informing me?"

"I see the princess wasn't too intoxicated to remember that" he smirked, he stepped closer to her facing her intense gaze. "Tell me princess, do you wish for me to stay?"

This may be greedy or selfish of him, but he wants to hear her admit it, he wants to hear her say that she wish for him to stay, to stay and be close with each other.

"Gwayne do not leave me" Elaerys was able to utter those words earning a small smile from Gwayne.

"I will come back princess, I have to leave my position in order to properly ask for your hand" he explained, as he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

He lay his forehead against hers, while he reached for her hand and pressed a kiss on her knuckles before guiding it to wrap around his neck. For a moment peace surrounded them, feeling the warmth of breathe of each other, their skins touching.

"This is how I always dreamed about you princess, leaning on each other, with your face close to me, hands intertwined" he described, his eyes dropping to her lips. He can feel the princess' pulling him closer, her lips claimed his.

Gwayne can feel his heart melt, his hands moved to cup her cheeks, this is all he could ask for.

Elaerys massage the back of his head as they kiss, her heart won't stop beating fast, when they pulled away both catching breathe. Elaerys was flustered after the kiss, she looked away from him her hand remained to where it is.

"Do not ever leave no matter in what circumstances Gwayne"

Gwayne held her chin, making her face him. "I truly haven't forgot my vow, princess" he chuckles.

Gwayne took her hand, as he kneel infront of her. "I am sworn to you Elaerys Targaryen, I will give my very last breath to no one but you, I shall offer my heart and soul to no one else but you..."

Gwayne looked up to her while he rose from his knee and place a kiss on the back of her hand.

"For I am yours princess."

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A/N: A sneak peek for my upcoming Gwayne fic, someone requested this but I lost their request along with my other drafts, im sorry. Anyway this is an original character x gwayne hightower

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"You shall have your very own vow to me" The princess declared. "I want you to make your own vow and swear it to me" He thought maybe its just one of the princess nonsense game driven by the alcohol but somehow in him felt to take it seriously.

His eyes pierced into her, he suddenly lost all his ability to look away, she was more than beautiful, its not just her hair and eyes, but what her face express and trying to tell that makes her beautiful. As she looked up to him their gaze met, both glued on each other.

"I Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown vow to you my Princess Elaerys Targaryen, that I will do my very best and offer my very last breath serving and protecting you, I shall serve no one but you, and you shall have me for anything you require, for I am yours"

A/N: sorry for the long wait, I lost all of my other works so I had to redo all of it😭 it is currently 12am here in my country I am probably gonna post this later around 3pm.

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Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen reader where she is Rhaenyra’s sister and daughter of Viserys and Aemma, she is pregnant when they visit King’s Landing and she has the baby so Alicent calls her as she does with Rhaenyra and Gwayne gets furious about it even more when Alicent insinuates that their son is not Targaryen so from then on he is team black.

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Gwayne Hightower X female reader Targaryen

A/N: I hope its okay that I use an original female character and i don't if i understand your request right but yeah here it is I hope you enjoy. Happy reading mwa!

Disclaimer: grammatical/typographical errors ahead, englisn is not my first language.

Warning: mention of blood, child birth, cursing, and no use of Y/N. Please tell me if I miss anything.

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The married couple returned in Kings Landing from Oldtown for the King's funeral, the second born princess Targaryen along side her husband and her growing belly arrived at King's Landing, the princess was expecting to see her elder sister Rhaenyra only to hear that she had already departed with her family to Dragonstone.

"Your sister s-she is rather not very pleased to be here" the Queen explained of her sister's departure with her new husband Daemon.

"How is your pregnancy daughter?" Alicent asked, changing the topic.

The princess rub her belly as she smiled "It is great though a bit struggle happens"

Gwayne her husband held her hand that was caressing her stomach, as he joined their conversation "My wife pregnancy is very delicate, it is her first pregnancy and the maesters said her body needs a lot of rest"

Otto nodded in acknowledgement "I am happy for the both of you, you seem to grow fond of each other"

The couple smiled, they did indeed. "We truly did and Daeron in Oldtown is one of our witnesses" Gwayne chuckles, the poor boy was tired seeing the two couple always on each other like what a newlywed partners would do.

Alicent sighs at the mention of her youngest son "and how is he? Daeron?"

"He is doing good, a boy full of wit, a good sword fighter" the princess explained ".....he is very kind your grace, a soft hearted child, his heart has a space for animals" she added, her youngest half brother was a great boy, far away from them. He is a chivalrous boy.

"I should talk to the both of you outside, may I?" Alicent turned to them, the couple simply nodded as all of them walked outside the chamber.

"I wish for your wife to give birth here in Red Keep" Alicent said, the princess frowned but before she could give reaction her husband spoke first.

"I wish my child to be born in Oldtown, why you must decision for that?"

Alicent looks resigned to her brother's fire backs.

"It is an order from your Queen" was all the Queen say before she entered the room, shutting the door before them.

Gwayne's clenched fist softened as she caress it. "We shall give it to them for now Gwayne, there's nothing we could lose for giving them a small favor"

Gwayne rolled his eyes "Oh please that is my sister, and I am a Hightower I know how one thinks"

Gwayne was never unknown to the small resentment his sister Queen had for his wife, even before Alicent was a young lady she had always envied the younger princess, the princess was smarter, kind, beautiful, she was like a glowing light walking through the halls of the Keep, everyone pleased her, and when she was on the right age for marriage she was married to him, the heir to Oldtown and a knight. She had the life his sister was deprived of.

And he knew Alicent has some plans behind this little show of hers.

And he was not wrong.

His wife give her the favor, she gave birth between the walls of Red Keep, her screams and groaned echoed all over the Keep, they can hear her dragon Silverwing roaring for her rider.

"Lord Gwayne you shall not enter, you should be somewhere else or perhaps on the training grou-" the servants shuts when his collar was tigtly gripped.

His wife birth was no jest, the Maesters had informed them before her birth that her body was weak, and she might be carrying a boy for having such a hard labor.

"Don't you understand my wife's condition? She needs me, let me in" Gwayne scowled but his request was denied as the servants pulled him away from the room.

One of the Maesters came out, his face full of worry "My Lord, the princess"

"How is my wife?"

"The princess...she is trying her best my Lord but I must be honest with you, I have both a good and bad message to deliver" the Maester exhales before he continued. "The good one is that the princess is able to push half of the babe's body"

Gwayne wanted to smile, he will finally have an heir and child that he had hope would taken the look after his beautiful wife but knowing that the news has a bad new to come, he can't help but worry for his princess.

"And what is the other one?"

"The babe was rather in an unfortunate position, in birth the head of the babe should be the first thing to come out but in her condition it is unfortunately the other way around"

"You mean my baby's head is still stuck inside of her?"

The Maester nodded "and it is quite dangerous my Lord, we might lose the babe"

Gwayne nodded but frustration covered his face, what would happen to his wife and child?

"Unless my Lord you wish to cut open the princess to save-" the Maester wasn't able to finish his words as he stumble on the ground from Gwayne's singld punch.

"You will do no such thing, what you will do is save my wife from that horrible state whatever it takes, my wife shall come out of that room fine and alive, you hear me?" He command, his knuckled has some blood stained from punching the man.

The Maester nodded and walked back inside the room, Gwayne sat on the cold floor, they will have to save his wife one way or another.

"Your father wish to see you Ser Gwayne" one of the guard approached him and spoke.

"I do not wish to leave my wif-"

"The Lord Hand wants me to tell you it is urgent" the guard continued, Gwayne groaned out of frustration, slowly standing up and walked to his father's office.

On the other hand the princess was lie down on the bed, blood was everywhere.

"Your grace, another push please you are doing well" one of the midwives encourage. Another scream filled the room, stained tears on her cheeks.

The nursemaid and midwives encourage her more, as she continued pushing out the babe inside her, her situation was hard to watch, as they looked at her filled with concern for the princess, she looked tired and breathless. Some of her handmaidens that was present was tearing seeing their princess crying out from pain.

Another scream filled the room once again.

"It is a boy!" The Maester finally announced. Holding a baby boy on its hands, the room filled with cheer as they ran to the princess, immediately handing her help, some wash their sweat, some clean her up.

She smiled as she saw her son being washed and wrapped, she was still shaking but she insisted to hold her child. A boy...an heir for her husband.

The cheering stop as they all looked at the door opening revealing a concerned servant "M-my princess...the Queen s-she uh"

"What of the Queen? Speak clearly"

"She said that she wish to see her grandchild, and you aswell, she wish for you to deliver her grandchild to her" the servants finished, murmurs, shock gaps and whispers filled the room, looking concerned for the princess.

The princess sigh, so this why she wants her to stay here? To have something to play with?

She stood up, legs shaking, her whole was is shaking rather, the nursemaids guide her to carry her newborn son.

"Princess....you're body is still trembling, you shall not walked around the castle or els-"

"Who are we to deprive the Queen a sight of her grandchild" she smiled weakly, as she embrace her son and start walking through the Halls, her whole full of sweat and blood still dripping on her legs.

The news arrived Gwayne's ear, one of his men bargen inside his father's office sending the news of his wife's succesful delivery, Gwayne stood up and left the room fast, his knight walk fast closely to him.

"But my Lord the princess has already left her delivery room, the servants said she immediately left as soon as she gave birth" his man informed.

Gwayne stopped his footsteps.

"They said her Grace had asked for your wife's immediate presence after her birth"

That mad woman. Gwayne was so done of his sister, she is nothing but a horrible Queen, he let her and their father do whatever they have wanted in this castle, corrupting the King, ruining the life of his wife's older sister but he would not let him take advantage of his wife's kind nature.

Gwayne ran as soon as he saw her walking through the halls, his mouth opened but no words came out as he saw her state. Trembling, body covered of sweats and bloodstains, her dress was not very appropriate to see, and his fist clenched as he saw the path of blood dropping from her legs as she walk. Was this is the sigh his Queen sister wish to see?

She wasn't suppose to even raise a finger after her horrifying birth but now she is walking around carrying their babe. He ran to them and cautiously held her back.

"My wife, where are you going?" He tried to sound calm to not show any hint of frustration and anger on his voice.

"Oh ask your dear sister, my love s-she wish to see our child" her voice was hoarse it sounded to frail almost like a whisper from all the screaming she made.

His jaw clenched, he looked at his men and ordered him to bring a nursemaid as soon as the nurse came he told her to carry their child inside the room.

"Gwayne but the Queen-"

"I would have the talk with her, you shall not worry she will be able to see our child when the right time has come, and that right time is when you finally have a rest and sleep" his voice was soft but full of authority, he slowly lower himself to carry her in bridal style.

His eyes cannot lie and his wife can see it, she see right through him. The anger she can almost see what she is plotting inside his head.

The princess lean on his chest. "Do not let anger took over you Gwayne, talk to her nicely"

Oh he would definitely do have a nice talk with his cunt sister.

"Please Gwayne, I would not wish you to be in trouble"

"She took advantage of you darling, how do you wish me to react when I see you trembling as blood drip from your legs walking through this long fucking halls of castle nothing but fragile? Do you wish for me to celebrate?" Gwayne sarcastically spoke, he hated her wife for being a too much proper but he also loved her the same way.

"I kinda wish you do, I gave you a boy. An heir" she smiled, her eyes sparkles as she look over the maid who was carrying their child, Gwayne smiled looking over the babe.

"I am happy more than happy actually, but I would not want to put you in that situation again"

"It is normal state they said"

"Still I would not want to risk you again, I am happy with you no matter with heir or none but now I have a young version of you, I would have more very reason to go home and wake up everyday"

She was his life, she made him whole, losing her would be a big tragedy to him, the day he vowed to her that he will love her with all he can offer, he did not just love her, he stayed and place his faithfulness to her.

As he slowly placed his wife om their chamber, he send her handmaidens and Maester to look after her, clean her and check if she need something to be mend.

He barged inside the council room knowing they will be their, the members looked at him, Otto spoke first breaking the silence.

"My son, as far as I remember you do not have a seat in this room to attend to"

Gwayne scoffs, as he eyed for his sister. "Is this your plan? Why you wanted my wife to give birth here? To make her suffer?"

"It is the King's dying wish"

"Oh I believe is it? Just like how his dying wish is to fucking crown Aegon as his heir, despite your son being brainless smug"

"To say that such thing to the prince is treason, what is it that makes you so angry Gwayne?" Otto tap his son shoulder but he immediately pull back.

"Your Queen, made my wife walk through the halls right after she gave birth to our child, have I not told you that her pregnancy is risky? Yet you made her walk instead of giving her the time to regain her energy"

Alicent snapped a look at him, the two children of Otto Hightower faced each other. "I wish to not harm her, I simply wish to see her and my grandchil-"

"Is that really it? Or perhaps you are so envious of seeing my wife live the life you wished you had?"

A deafening silence filled them, the members each switch looks between the Queen and Gwayne Hightower.

"You shall not touch my wife anymore and so is our child, we will leave here as soon as she recover" Gwayne discussed. Otto approached his son.

"What about your army? we need them incase Rhaenyra declares war after we declare Aegon as King" Otto explained.

Gwayne chuckles, the audacity of his father to think that he will give him his army.

He did not answer them instead walked out the room, he will make sure what they did to the princess will be delivered to the future Queen Rhaenyra.

//

She arrived at the chamber, she was welcomed by the sight of his beautiful wife holding their child, he slowly walked to them sitting on the edge of bed beside his wife.

"We will leave here tomorrow, I can and will not go another days with those cunts around you and our son" Gwayne spoke, caressing his wife's silver white hair, he sighed as he continued to reveal another thing.

"They plan to make Aegon King"

The princess turned her face to him, her face was confused hoping she heard him wrong.

"They know Rhaenyra is the heir, the future Queen of the realm our father made it known before he died, he declared her as his heir" she explained, she and Gwayne were both there as she was declared the rightful heir to the throne.

"I know but those two said it was the dying King's wish, I do not believe."

"We shall go to Dragonstone and send words to Rhaenyra..." She trailed, something in her was nervous what if Gwayne would not side with her?

"Yes we must, as soon as possible my love and make it clear to your sister that we bend our knee for her" Gwayne leaned his forehead to hers, his gaze moves to their son.

The boy had her eyes, lilac gaze, he had his nose and lips.

This is all what Gwayne had asked and wished when he married his wife, a whole family but with the upcoming war he knows they will have to be extra careful.

He will bent the knee for Rhaenyra but his wife and son's safety would remain a top of his list.

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It’s all about cock. Every. Single. Thing.

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Laena having a female lover she truly is in love with and daemon is ok with it (or not whatever feels right )

My love | Laena Velaryon x Female Dornish!Reader

a/n: english is not my first language so please expect for possible grammatical errors also perhaps some typographical errors too! another one I give it a bit of a twist if u dont mind

warning: fighting, curse words (tell me if i miss anything)

You never liked him. The man your lover married. The Rogue Prince.

Even though he was okay with your relationship with Laena that's not a reason for you to like him, because besides of how many times he neglected Laena as his wife before you also can't help but to be jealous of him after all Laena is married to him.

Legally and with the bless of the King.

"May I talk to you, wife?" Daemon joined to the both of you while you're combing Laena's hair.

"She wants to walk outside, you can talk to her later" you said cutting whatever Laena was about to say.

"I am not talking to you" Daemon told you while throwing daggers look.

"I don't care so if you don't mind leave our room" you said and slowly pushed him outside the chamber but before you can even go back inside Daemon pulled your forearm.

"I have my patience woman, not because I'm okay with your relationship with my wife it means you can disrespect me, I am still your Prince" you hastily pulled your arms from him.

"She is still my wife bitch"

"And?" you fired back and stepped closer to him he tightly gripped your jaw, Daemon really tried his best to be in great terms with you but you and your pride can't help it, you're jealousy joining isn't helping either.

You held the that he used to grip you, you felt your breathe tightening.

"Learn how to share girl, she's married to me you might have her writhing under you but she's mine too, I am the one who put babe inside her I am the one who made her a woman and you? you're just a passing time to her" his words sink in your head and unfortunately to your heart too.

Your raised your right leg to kick between his thigh he lost his grip on you and pulled away groaning in pain, you hover on top of him and punched his face.

You're just a passing time to her..

a passing time to her..

Those words kept repeating on your mind as you kept on punching the man under you, you heard screams of panics as two men held your arms pulling you away from the bruised face Prince.

The two guards put you on your knees purposely before they can even lay a hand on you, Laena shouted.

"Let her go!" she ordered, instead of going to her husband and check on him, Laena hold your hand and pulled you away from the panicking crowd.

You're dumbfounded processing what you have done, your knuckles are red and has some spit of blood from her husband, you didn't talk and Laena was already worried for you, she knew that you didn't liked Daemon

"You know that you're the one I love right?" Laena carresed your right cheek while both of you are sitting on the bench outside, she immediately gave her an assurance, Laena knew her so much and she know what to do how to ease her pain so she would calm down but it's not one of those times right now, the words are still in your head.

"Do you really? You had a child with him Laena and you're pregnant now" you said bitterly, you tried to understand her really, you tried but you can't live like this hiding and pretending in front of the people that you don't care for her, that you don't care whenever her stomach ache because of her pregnancy, that you don't care whenever Daemon would wrap his arms around her waist, oh how you wish it's all easy like that.

"I'm with you my love, my heart is all yours isn't that still enough?" she said calmly but you can hear the tone of annoyance.

"Yes! Maybe it isn't enough! Maybe I want you to shout to the whole realm that it's me who you love! That it's me you keep the smile on your lips! That it's me who you want to live a happy life with! But you can't right because I'm no man and especially I can't give you a child of our own" you snapped tears pooling on your eyes.

"All my years with you here has been nothing but hiding! from the children, the people, from everyone! I leave my home for you Laena because you said in here we could be free, we could be anyone we want you promised me that we can live a life that we want but all your promises are all nothing but lies!" you cried out.

Laena with watering eyes looking at you, she can't blame you for saying the truth, all of you years here in Pentos is nothing but pure hiding even if she promised you that you both will live your dream life here, she had pushed your limits.

"Are you tired now? Of all of this?" she asked it was a risky question because Laena knew you, you will never settle for a life like this were your lover would be afraid to show you to the world.

"Yes, I'm leaving tommorow I'm going back to Dorne and fullfil the duties I abandoned for you" you spat with pure venom and walked out.

Laena broke down there while watching you walk away, her husband Daemon saw her and rubbed her back to comfort her as he muttered apologies to her he thought maybe if he didn't fought with you this wouldn't happen but Laena knew that you will soon burst out it's just Daemon who opened your leaking rage.

"I'm going to talk to her" Daemon said, she tried to stop her telling him that you wouldn't change your mind but still he insisted.

//

Daemon caught you packing your clothes and things, you looked at him shortly before going back to what you're doing not having any interest on engaging a conversation with him.

"You're leaving because we fought? Is that how low are you?" he started.

"I wish it's all that" you replied and closed your trunk, you're about to walked past but he blocked your way.

"You're not leaving like this actually... you're not leaving at all" he saw your jaw clenched, Daemon let out a small gasped when you gripped the collar of his clothes.

"If you don't want to borrow a face from your dear dragon get the fuck out of my way" you threatened him and pushed him back to his place "Isn't this what you want? to have Laena all for yourself you asshole" you added and pushed him aside.

With that night you travelled to Dorne and your family welcomed you with open arms as their oldest sister come back home.

"Welcome sister we thought we will never see you again" Damian said he's one year younger than you.

"Don't be dramatic" you joked and chuckled.

That night you drink with your brother and cousins, it's been a year since you did this, you all drink, you're brother even tried to set you with some people but you refuse because even though you're drinking yourself to sleep in Dorne your mind and heart remains to your love in Pentos.

Laena, my love

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sorry for lack of post and fics im so drained right now fuck schoolworks anyways can u all give me fanfic ideas for hotd characters? so I have something to make and pls pls pls i badly wanna write for different characters like rhaenyra, laenor, corlys, laena, viserys, and others so pls give ideas for them too my inbox and comment section is always open, thats all hope u all have a great day mwa (sorry if i crosstagged I need to make an exposure for this one, sorry i hope u understand)

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confession time. . . i really don’t like when fanfic writers write the dinner-pig scene and minimize it. maybe you’re doing it for the sake of the plot but AEMOND IS TRAUMATIZED. he never got an apology, only his mother stood by his side when he lost his eye— he LOST AN EYE. and his spoiled little nephew thought it was funny to laugh over something that it pains him and hasn’t forgotten. he’s only saying the truth the only way he can because (again) he’s traumatized and angry, he’s hurting. so yeah— aemond reacted the only way he knows and (maybe) it was not the best but remember that he’s still this little abused child in the inside.

besties— let’s not minimize aemond’s trauma. we can write the scene validating his feelings.

[flowerisevil]

add that Lucerys did it FOR FUN, maybe Luke was still a kid but so is Aemond, the boy literally lost an eye just because he proved himself to his bullies that he is a worthy of his name, that he is a dragon rider.

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The life they gave away | FemOC Hightower x Harwin Strong,

summary: when will they can do it again?

a/n: English is not my first language so expect for grammatical and typographical erros (I'm not joking srsly my english is not great).

warnings: angst love, age gap, arrange marriage? (not really sure if I can call it like that)

Being the oldest daughter of the King's Hand is very exhausting at a young age she has to learn how to be a "decent" girl, she always read books, learns new things, study history, and everything because that's what her father wants.

"Agatha" she looked at the girl who called her, her younger sister Alicent.

"The carriage is already here, Father want our presence in the Keep" she explained again as they ride the said carriage.

When they arrive at the castle Alicent was immidiately drifted away from her she said she's gonna look for her bestfriend Rhaenyra, the princess of the realm. She walked around the castle being here always when she was a little girl she already knew the route around the castle.

She walked inside the kitchen and saw a lot of servants there preparing some foods, her eyes scanned the room and looked for someone she knew here, Romilda the oldest cooker here.

"Romilda? what's with all the food?" she asked while giving her the book she asked for.

"Oh it's for the knights Lady Hightower, the Queen Aemma said that we should give them snacks for today it was an urgent order so were being quick" she said and go back to work.

"I will help" she said and started to do works some servants protest but she still insisted, she have nothing to do here her father is still in a meeting, and her sister is with the princess, so instead of just roaming around why don't she help them?

She baked breads and cookies she used her late mother's recipe that she thought her before, she gave Romilda one of it to taste test.

"Agatha this is delicious" the old lady compliment making her smile reach to her eyes, she was flattered as the other maids tried it and they all agreed.

"Thank you, it's my mother's own recipe" she said and started to bake more.

She wiped the sweats forming in her forehead, she loves baking but god she didn't expect this amount of bread to be baked but she can't complain she asked Romilda of how many possible bread she have to bake and she happily agreed when the lady said a specific amount. After baking all of it she put it all in a big container.

"I'll come with you, please" she begged.

"Ask your father first Lady we can't let you out the castle without his permission" Lucinda nodded and run fast until she reached the council meeting room.

"I would like to talk to my father please" she said to the knight that was guarding the door, the knight nod and opened the door letting her in.

All eyes turned to her as she entered the room and whispered to her father.

"Father I will help the servants to give foods for the knights in City Watch, please let me come with them" she pleaded. Otto gave her a familiar look when his answer is a no, she nod in defeat and was about to leave.

"Let her Otto so she can also see the City, you're daughter is no kid anymore" She heard the King said.

"She's still a young girl, your grace but if that's the king's order I will allow it, you can go" Agatha smiled widely and muttered a thank you to the King.

She was smiling from ear to ear, and walked back to the kitchen she told Romilda that her father already allowed her and the lady happily guide her to her carriage, Agatha also insisted to bring breads with her in the carriage.

Her ride was quiet but deep inside she was so excited after eighteen years she can finally see the City she grew up on. But sadly she can't explore it, after minutes she heard a knock in her carriage it was Romilda, they have arrived at the City and where the knights took there rest for some minutes. She helped them put the foods on the table that was served she can see some of faces are shock probably some didn't recognized her or some are surprise to see her.

She roamed her eyes around and it was settled to a big tall man he was talking to someone, she scanned him he's wearing a knight armor and a sword on his right side, he looked so scary like someone who you wouldn't want to mess with.

On the other hand Harwin was talking with his brother gathering information about the daughter of the King's Hand.

"Fuck off Harwin" Larys said completely annoyed because of his brother.

"Come on brother, I just want to know her"

"Does it look like I have talked to her? Also if you want to know her go talk to her but I will warn you, Otto is not an easy guy brother" Larys reminded him, he only rolled his eyes.

He's not scared to approach her he just don't want to scare her off.

He looked for her and saw her talking to Romilda a cooker from the Keep she was also helping her with the foods, she took the container from the old lady and happily brought it on the table, everyone ate and laugh and saying thank you to the servants, she looked at Agatha and saw her looking at the baked breads and cookies, she kept looking at it and back to the people.

Agatha was nervous, why does no one was eating her breads and cookies? she continues peeling the skin of her fingers, she turned around and stayed inside her carriage she decided to just stay there until they go back.

A hard knocked startled her inside, she opened it and saw Romilda narrowing her eyes at her.

"What are you doing here? The people are looking for you!" Romilda scolded.

"They do?"

"Of course they said that your pastries are delicious" Agatha jumped out off the carriage like an excited kid and fixed herself before walking to the people waiting for her, everyone complimented her.

"This is great my lady!"

"Truly one of the best cookies I ever had"

"I could eat this all day and still ask for it"

And a lot more compliments, she felt appreciated and welcomed, her father told her baking is a waste of time but she didn't believed it and continue doing it because to her baking and the cookies she made is a memory of her late mother to her.

"Thank you, I'm happy that all of you liked it" she said and smile.

She see some knights inviting other people to eat with them always offering her pastries to them,

"Now I need to know what's the recipe behind this amazing cookies" she slightly jumped when she heard a voice behind her, it was the knight she saw earlier.

"Oh! it's my mother's recipe, Ser?" she trailed waiting for the familiar guy to answer her,

"Harwin"

"Ser Harwin, I learned it from her" she added, Harwin can't help but to admire her smile, eyes, her entire face actually.

"I'm Agatha by the way" she introduced herself trying to be friends with the knight.

"I do think a lot knew you, you're father is the King's Hand" he said and took another bite on the cookies he was holding, her cookies was really great that's why he immidietly told everyone to give it a bite.

Agatha just smiled at him and turned around helping the servants again.

"I would stay away if I were you, Otto will surely wed her to some high Lords" He glared at his bitter brother beside him.

His eyes followed her as the girl entered the carriage.

"If she looked back means were gonna meet again" he thought to himself.

And she did looked back.

She smiled sweetly at him and waved a goodbye, Harwin did the same he waved back like a kid to her, she is an amazing woman.

Harwin watched her climb up to her carriage and wide smile was plastered on his face he can see the disgusted look his younger brother's throwing at her but he didn't care.

The god must really love him because they make his dream come true, it was night when he decided to visit and hunt some wild animals in the forest, he was eyeing for that white horse but it ran away he go after it but it lost in his vision.

"Fuck" he muttered to himself, he panicked when he heard some twigs rumbling sounds like he has an accompany.

He followed the source of the sound and suddenly it stopped.

Agatha was walking around the forest to gather some fresh air but she felt like someone is following her, getting alerted she hid from the big tree and wore her hood there she saw a man coming out from the dark, she took her dagger and tackled the man.

She pushed the guy to the ground before pointing the dagger in his throat.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" she asked, she can't clearly see the man beneath him cause other hood was too big for her head.

"Lady I'm sorry to-" she realized who's the voice from and instantly took off her hood both person was shock.

"Harwin?"

"Lady Hightower?" they both said at the same time.

She moved away from him realizing how awkward there position was, she fixed the dress under the long hood and Harwin also did the same, shame covered her whole body and just walked away.

Harwin followed her until her reached at the very end of forest, it was a cliff Agatha sat there making her legs swing.

"It's dangerous for you to be out here" Harwin said sitting beside her.

"I just want some fresh air you know, it's been a rough day" she smiled her eyes was glistening from the tears that's forming on the side of her eyes.

"You know people say I'm a great listener" he jested and acted fake proud about it, she laughed at him.

"Why? Has anybody already open up to you Ser? or it's a different thing that you're hearing?" she joked back she tilted her head to the side, teasing him.

"You'll never know" he answered and they both laughed together, her eyes disappear everytime she laughs which is an odd thing because her eyes aren't that small.

When their laughs faded the lady sighs.

"My father, he wants me to go in the North and wants me to be a nun which is I don't understand! He wants Alicent to be wed to some high lord but for me he want me to be a fucking nun? it's not like I hate them but I don't want to be a nun! Sevens my father is so weird, when I told him I don't want to and that I want to get wed and be a Queen or a high born wife he laughed at me" her strong features soften as she remember the words her father gave her.

"He said I'm not pretty enough for a lord to marry me or asked my hand in marriage, he said I'm not pretty as my mother nor my sister...." she said almost turning into a whisper.

"What the fuck is wrong with her father?" Harwin thought, every knight was literally drowned to her beauty when she arrived at the City he have to threaten some of them to not make a move to her so he can have her for himself only.

"I really wanted to be a Queen someday you know, I want people to look up to me, respect me I know it sound silly but still...I also want to help them, the people.... " He adored her reasons but Harwin lost his hope in her words, being a Queen is something he can never give to her, he's a heir but not a King.

"It's no silly even I want to be a King though it's impossible but who gives care? we dream what we want" he tried to cheer her gladly it worked the girl beamed at him.

Harwin and Lady Agatha shared a lot of bonds the next few days, they shared a lot of information about themselves and Harwin couldn't be any happier finally Agatha knew and acknowledge him, he knew a lot of things about her, she loves baking, reading, and painting she also has a great voice.

Meanwhile, Agatha is also happy about the accompany the knight is giving her, she loves how carefree Harwin is something she could never be, the knight awakens something inside her that she never recognized but whenever she's with him she somewhat felt happy.

The love between them grows as time goes by and they're not the only person who took a notice about it.

"So you and Ser Harwin?" Alicent teased her, they're in their assigned room and prepare to rest but her little sister had invite her in her chamber.

"What about him?" she asked while turning the pages the book she's gonna read for her, her focus was interrupted when the door of her sister's chamber opened and revealed the princess; Agatha stood up and bow her head for respect.

"No, there's no need" Rhaenyra chuckled and held her shoulders slowly pushing her down to sit again, and then the two young girls started poking her.

"You never told me there's something between you and Breakbones, hmm" Rhaenyra teased and poked the sides of her waist and Alicent did the same.

"There's no something between us Rhaenyra" Agatha said not looking at them but just at her books as soon as the playful smile appeared in her lips the two other girls squealed and giggled loudly, she panicked a bit and sign them to stop.

"Do not make any loud sounds we might wake up the whole Keep" she reprimanded the two.

But even herself she can't help but to feel her inside from thrilling, Harwin was truly handsome but it's not only his looks that made her like him, despite from her nickname he was a gentleman and seems like the perfect type of a man who will submit to her, to his lover. The idea of a man being dedicated to her makes her inside beam.

"Both of you should rest, Queen Aemma wouldn't want to know that the princess is late for her bed" She reminded them, and leave the room

She was walking through the empty halls to her chamber when a hand grabbed her arms and dragged her somewhere, she looked up to see Harwin wearing his city watch uniform.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

Harwin didn't answer until they reached outside the castle Harwin pushed a mystery door and it revealed them somewhere near the lake.

"Can you walk more?" Harwin asked her with a wide smile in his face, before she can even answer she heard Harwin whispered something under his breath before carrying her in a bridal style.

"Ah- I can walk Harwin" she raise her voice, the knight just chuckled he continue to walk until they reach at the top of a mountain, star was visible in the sky and the moon is full and bright..

Agatha was astonish of the scenery in front of her, she slowly sat on the grass she didn't mind if it will stain her dress, she looked around and saw Harwin looking up and admiring the beautiful sky too.

He looked so fucking beautiful the stars reflecting in his deep blue eyes is ideal, his long curly hair in a half bun, his strong posture everything about him is flawless, that's where she realized she have fallen in love with him, Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, the man she dreamed of.

"Harwin" she called him, he turned his head to her and walked closer to her he stopped few feet away from her but Agatha walked closer, closing the large distance between them.

"Thank you" she said and smile and small tear forming in the side of her eye, only now did she feel that she was important to someone, that someone see her, know her truly.

"You deserve more than this to be truthful" Harwin tried to kiss her forehead but Agatha grip her collar and sealed her lips to him, she can feel how Harwin froze, she caress his hair to calm him.

And there under the moon, not only the gods but so are the stars and the moon itself witnessed their love for each other.

"Someday, if the right time comes I'm gonna marry you and make you mine" Harwin whispered between their passionate kiss.

"I'm already yours" she answered.

////

Day passed Agatha was happy with Harwin but they need to keep their love between the two of them I mean that WAS their plan only if the princess and her sister aren't that so smart.

"I never expected the both of you to be together!" Agatha hushed the loud princess.

"Princess Rhaenyra, Lady Alicent promise me you will keep this personal, me and Agatha still need time" Harwin explained, the two girls nodded understanding him.

Rhaenyra stood up as soon as her personal shield, Ser Criston Cole called her the knight said that her father is asking for her audience.

They all watched as the young princess walked out of the garden, Agatha insisted on going with her since she will also have to talked with her father.

Harwin and Alicent was left at the garden the girl coughed to gain Harwin's attention, when he looked at her she exhales and spoke

"Ser Harwin I trust you with my sister please make her happy" she said with a smile but the smile was something else like she's...... sad?

"You're sister makes me the happiest man on the whole Realm and I only intend to give back what she deserves" Alicent was amused by his words Ser Harwin truly is one of a kind man, no wonder her older sister fell for him, Alicent know that her sister will need Harwin, one day she will have to left Agatha and do a duty her father want.

Alicent can't help the tear that escaped her eyes, she instantly looked away while wiping the tears off her.

"Lady? Are you alright? did I say something wrong" Harwin grew worried but she just shook her head.

"No no I'm just happy for my sister" it was a half lie, that's not the reason why she's crying but she was happy for her sister.

////

Agatha was walking back to her chamber not planning to go back at the garden to meet her lover and sister, she immediately closed her door and locked it.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop the small meeting between the King, her Father and the Princess, the Queen is now dead, she's been dead for three days but the King didn't have the courage to tell the people and her daughter, she died from a childbirth..

She was worried for Rhaenyra but also sad because the Queen has been a great mother figure to both her and Alicent, she heard a soft knock in her and opened it, it was the young princess Rhaenyra, the girl immediately hugged her tightly and breakdown to her.

"Mother's dead...." she whispered, her cries are followed with Alicent's footstep as soon as she saw Rhaenyra crying she already know that she have heard the sad news.

Alicent wrapped her arms to hug her bestfriend, they both entered her room and comforted the grieving princess, after couple of hourd passed Alicent called by their father she excused herself to both of them before leaving.

"How are you feeling?" Agatha asked as she stroke the white hair of the princess, she sat up and wipe her tears.

"I am not okay but both of you are here so it's more great you two bring so much comfort in me..... especially Alicent" the last word almost sound a whisper but didn't go unnoticed by the Lady, she was no blind and it's clear as sky the little romance that her sister and the princess is having, from leaving and entering their chambers together with smile and loving stares at each other, from always looking out for each other, the hugs, small hands gestures, teasing small kisses, it all connected to the older Hightower, they were inlove with each other romantically.

"She's special to me.., Alicent" Rhaenyra said and grabbed her hand squeezing it.

"I can't help but to fall for her, she made me feel valid, and loved though my father never failed to show love to me but hers is different, Alicent- she's...... she's everything to me" the princess added, Agatha can almost see how her pupils gets bigger while confessing her love for her sister, and slowly a loving smile formed on the princess' lips.

"I am inlove with Alicent...and she feel the same way we've been hiding our relationship for almost a month" she confessed.

Agatha knew from the start, just as she said she's not blind nor stupid or maybe the two young girls are just too obvious.

"You both deserve each other and I am happy for both of you and I will do everything I can to protect you both, it just saddens me that I have to hear it from you and not from my own sister" she faked sad and dramatically held her chest like it's hurting, Rhaenyra laughed and softly smacked her arm.

Agatha was happy that these young girls have found themselves and their happiness.

But women aren't free to love who they want in a society that's lead by men....

//

"No I can't do that!" Alicent shouted to their father as she reject him.

The King's Hand, your father Otto Hightower have always lust for a higher position, even his current position now didn't satisfy him and the only position who's higher than his is the King.

So when he realized he can't have it perhaps one of his future grandsire can, that's when he called for a family meeting in their tower.

"You do must I say! I am your father-"

Alicent and Otto are fighting in front of her, she just her father as he offer your younger sister to "comfort" the sad King til it leads to something but of course her sister rejected him, she can't do that to the princess, her secret lover.

"I can't do it father I can't!" and that's where Otto grow tired convincing her sister and turned to her.

She is his last chance....

Otto didn't want her to be the Queen he always saw her as unworthy because of her weak attitude but truly her father never knew her and her desires for the high title, her plans for the Kingdom, everything.

And she's not going to lie, her father's plan will lead her to somewhere and if lucky she can be the next Queen which she always dreamed of, she knew how much she wants to be the Queen and now the opportunity is in front of her, she have choices.

First she can reject his father and her father would let him, let's say Otto kind of favors her more than Alicent when it comes to this decision weird yes but what can she do? and then her younger sister is forced to do what their father wish, second, accept it.

And she choose the one she would benefit, the second one.

With that she can be the Queen and she can protect Alicent and Rhaenyra she will make sure that they will have a happy life while their young and she can help the people who need needs help.

The kids in Flea Bottom, families there and women who endured all kind of abuse just to survive their daily lives......she wants to help them and to make it come true she have to be the Queen first...

"I'll do it but in one condition" she said.

Alicent looked at her older sister and shook her head trying to say that she doesn't have to do this but Agatha already decided, she will do this one way or another.

Otto let her do what she wants she said that she would make the King marry her but not by bedding him, she would never stoop that low. She will go to the King's bed and comforted him give him sweet words saying how brave he is.

She knew the King, she knew how vulnerable and sensitive he is, she knew what the right words to use for him to like her, she will made him feel valid, understood, and more.

//

"You're greater than you think My King" Agatha said and rub his back, he just got into an argument with his brother again and Daemon insulted him for how weak he is as a King.

"A great father and a King the people couldn't ask for more do you hear me?" she caressed both side of his face and make him look at her.

Viserys is a great man she would not deny it but he is weak to be a King he's soft heart, his lack of strategies on everything, and vulnerability is his weaknesses.

"How can you still see me like that?" Viserys asked.

She was lost in his eyes not because it was beautiful but because she can almost see Harwin's eyes on his, she was lost and her mind completely went to him.

To her love....

But she didn't let that mess this up, she smiled sweetly at him "Because that who you are and you deserve all the love a person can give you..." she said.

She hoped her words brought comfort to him because she really want to comfort the sad King but she also wished it worked on him.

And it did.

Later Viserys talked with her father and asked for her hand in marriage of course her father agreed instantly.

The news was delivered to her by her sister Alicent she smiled to her, Agatha turned around at her as the tears starts pooling to her eyes.

This is what she wants right? to be the Queen? then why the fuck she is crying?

Well maybe because of the fact that she just realized that she will have to leave Harwin, even though her marriage with the King is pure political Agatha wants to be a dutiful and faithful wife.

"Sister I'm sorry...." Alicent hugged her from behind.

"I have to talk to him"

"Can I ask you something Agatha?" She looked at her young sister and nod "If you love him then why are you doing this? You could just say no to our father and you know well he will be okay with it and force me to marry him instead but you didn't"

Those questions was repeated to her now, but now it was the love of her life who's asking.

"Why did you offer yourself if you can just say no?" was the exact words that leave his mouth.

She wanted to protect Alicent and Rhaenyra is one of her reason but she have a specific reason why did that.

She also wanted to be a Queen....

It's was her dream, it's what her heart wants, she loves Harwin so much other than everyone but he's no King, it sounds selfish yes but being in her situation where men decides for your fate is exhausting, with this marriage she can get away from her father's order and she can even help women in the realm.

She want to rule, to have power, for people look up to her, for people to listen to her. She wanted all of that and Harwin can't give that to her.

///

"I need this Harwin you know that" she said and pulled his hand to place it on her cheeks.

The soon the news reached his ears he immediately went to her and they both went at the top of the mountain where he brought her. Where Agatha first felt the love that Harwin have for her.

Of course Harwin understands her, he knew how much she wanted this what she would trade to be the Queen, he just didn't expect that this day would really come.

"I will always wait for you" Harwin reminded him, his eyes starts to water but the strong wind wipe it away.

"Don't.... please....you have nothing to wait from me I'm never coming back to you"

"Why? I can be your mistress if you want, please there's always a way Agatha" Harwin begged and cupped both side of her cheeks.

"I love you Harwin please know that"

"Then why are you doing this to me?"

"Want is different from need, I need you but I want to be the Queen and I chose to where I can do something"

The silence covered them, her hands on his shoulder while his in on the both side of her cheeks. Harwin was staring at her, her eyes that's covered with teard and sadness, her lips that has a small comforting smile.

He love you and he will understand every decision you make, he wants you to be happy even if it means that you have to leave him.

"I do not deserve your love..." her chuckle turned into a sob as she stood up and starts to walked away.

It's the truth she didn't deserve his love, he will give up anything for her but she won't do the same, their like an asymptote line,no matter how closer they get fate will always find away to separate them.

While Agatha thinking she doesn't deserve his love nor anyone's love Harwin didn't think the same instead he thought that maybe if he showed her his love for her then maybe it will be enough for her to stay.

For her to choose him... 

"You deserve everything Agatha you have give every part of yourself to everyone, you also deserve for someone to give you a part of themselves and I'm willing and will always be willing to be that person" Harwin said and kissed her forehead.

That was the most saddest form of touch they both felt.

No matter what decision Agatha will make Harwin will always love her, with or without something to return.

"I really want to think it that way but I just can't....I't doesn't feel right maybe because some people just really don't deserve to be happy like genuinely happy and unfortunately I am one of them" The day she and Harwin became together she thought she can finally have a genuine and happy life because after years finally someone loved her, a love without needing to return for it, a love without needing to give back but maybe all of that was just a thought.

Maybe the gods forbid her for being happy if is so what did she do to deserve a such thing? why does she have to crave for power and not love?

"I'm sorry.... really I am, I want to come back but I can't anymore I wanted this Harwin I want you to know that there's no one to blame on this not my father, Alicent or even my betrothed" she added.

Her betrothed...

Harwin thought that words will be refered to him someday, "Agatha's betrothed".

"Did you regret meeting me?" Agatha asked suddenly. She wanted to know, did he? after this would he tell himself that maybe of both of you didn't crossed path this wouldn't happen?.

"No, and if in different times this would happen again I would still always choose to cross my path with you because I love you, I love everything about you, your kind souls, eyes, smiles, lips, words, I love your decision whether it's right or wrong I love you Agatha so no I never regretted every single thing we had" With his words Agatha broke down.

She hurt him and what's worst is she can't do anything to mend his pain.

She can't say anything other than sorry because that's all what she can do right now, to apologize to him.

"In different time I am begging my love, next time if we ever cross our paths again choose me..." Harwin softly said and hugged her.

He was now crying cause he knew after this everything they have will be thrown away and forgotten, he will go back as a knight and her will be his Queen.

"I will my love, I will" she only answer they both stayed in their place afraid that if they pulled away no one in between them will know when they can do this again

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Lilac Eyes| Daemon Targaryen x FemOC Targaryen

summary: he was hers but was she his?

a/n: im not very proud of this work but I'm too lazy to redo this so... tada btw expect for grammatical errors ahead.

As soon as she heard the arrival of her older sister, Vierra was immediately flying in the halls to the throne room and when she opened the door she hugged her sister.

"I've missed you!" Rhaenyra told her while hugging her back.

Viserys watched both of his girls reunite while smiling, Aemma would love this scenery he thought. His daughters are one of the most important things in his life, they're his life, his reason to live.

"How's the tour?" Vierra raised a question.

"Bad" she plainly said and they both laughed, her little sister leaned close to her ear and whisper" "They're men, of course, it's bad" she chuckled, and both intertwined and walked together.

Everybody welcomed her sister and asked question, Vierra excused herself told them she has something to do but the truth is she just doesn't want to be engage in a conversation about her or her sister.

While walking back to her room, she bumped into someone and fell into the ground because of the strong force.

"Princess, I'm sorry" she looked up to see one of the men who have asked for her hand in courtship, Harwin Strong or Breakbones.

"Ser Harwin" she called and fixed her dress as she stood up. "Apology granted but may I ask why are you pacing? " she added.

"I wasn't princess" the bearded man chuckled and followed her while she walked.

She opened her door and invite him in, Harwin and Vierra have grown close to each other, and sometimes would flirt around, Harwin was a close friend to her, he showed her the world that her father hid her from and he treated her with a huge amount of respect.

"You're working on a new art?" Harwin asked while scanning her room full with her paintings.

"No but I have an idea in my mind, I want to paint a person, like the person is posing in front of you and you just paint them" Vierra explained, as she collect to clean her brushes.

"Well I can volunteer" Harwin leaned his sides at the wall beside Vierra.

"I'm planning to paint a naked person, are you still gonna volunteer?" Vierra teased and looked in his eyes, he chuckled before answering.

"Sure why not? I have nothing to be ashamed of my body" Vierra rolled her eyes playfully and sat down in front of the canvas.

"By the way have you heard? Daemon is finally back" Harwin revealed while reading one of her collected books, Vierra's hands stopped on what their doing and immidietly ran outside her room.

Harwin called her name but she didn't looked back and keeps on running when she arrived inside the room everyone's eyes was on her but she just looked at the person she was looking for, him.

"Princess-"

Daemon was cut off when she jumped to him and hugged him tightly, god she missed his scent so much.

"My girl... " Daemon whispered to her carefully for her father not to hear but this still make her smile.

He missed her so much all those years he spend in Stepstones was a nightmare, being away from her is a nightmare, not having her around is a nightmare, the thought of her face and welcoming smile is what keeps him to defeat the Triarchy.

"Seems you're niece really missed you, I never saw her that happy since you came back" Viserys stated and walked between them.

"Welcome back brother" Viserys said and hugged him

/////

Night came, Vierra was still working on her art when a knocked interrupted her she let out a sigh to whoever is interrupting her, she opened the door and saw Harwin smiling while holding something in his hands.

"A package for you princess" Harwin teased and hand her a paper bag with a parchment on it.

"From who?" She asked but her friend only shrugged and leave. She watched his back as he walked away she frowned before opening the bag it has some common boy clothes in it, she opened the parchment  something was written there.

"I will be happy if you accompany me on my sightseeing in the city" is what was written.

Vierra didn't have to guess where the letter came from knowing that it's from her uncle she flipped the parchment and behind it was a draw map of secret passages way in the castle, she changed her clothes and tied her hair before hiding it beneath the hood.

She followed what's on the map and when she opened a secret door it revealed the outside of the Keep, she smiled when the cold air hit her skin and enjoyed the beautiful view of lights from the city, she was so amazed by the scene and didn't notice the way her uncle watched her.

Her smile and the city night lights reflecting in her lilac eyes, she's such a goddess the prince thought, Daemon went to her and snake his arm around her waist causing a small yelp to the princess. 

"Let's go?" Daemon asked and she just nod as they explore the city.

Vierra's smile reached her eyes while watching a romance play at the city, she laugh and giggle while watching the performer she looked around and saw Daemon watching too, she looked at him and a smile formed in her face, he looked back at her and smile back, he held his hand as they leave the place. She was confused where he was taking her the path became darker and more quiet, they entered and alley and walked downstairs Vierra panicked when her uncle removed her hood, he gave her an assuring smile as he took off his hood too and together they entered a building.

A not familiar scent filled her nose, her eyes widened when she realized where they are, she have heard a lot about this place this is where people can be whoever they want, have what they need, get what their body desire.

"Uncle" she called him but he didn't answer and continue leading their way and they stopped and entered in a private room, just the both of them.

"Can't have anyone seeing you the way I do" he whispered and leaned his forehead to hers.

"Those people you saw they're having fun that's what we call-"

"Fucking" Vierra finished and sweetly smile making Daemon chuckled.

"Yes, marriage is a big duty but that doesn't stop us from having what we want, fucking whoever we want" he added his hands began to roam behind her and gave her neck a simple peck and bit her earlobe.

'You are breathtaking" he seductively whispered, he slowly guide her against the wall and grabbed her right thigh to wrap around his torso.

Vierra bit her lip trying to contain her moan while her uncle was slowly rubbing his hips to her clothed cunt, she felt that something inside her was building like it's about to explode,  she pulled his face and crashed her lips to him she fought with his tongue until he harshly grabbed her thigh making her gasped in his mouth, Daemon took it as an opportunity to enter his tongue into her exploring every inch of her. His lips traveled from her lips down to her chest and starts to untie the lace of her dress and corset.

"Fuck, why you have to wear a lot of clothes?" Daemon complained when he finally succeeded she pulled it over her head exposing her breast, Daemon stepped back admiring the view in front of him, his niece naked and panting in front of him, cheeks flushed; mouth opened and eyes awake.

"What a fucking sight" he said as they both connected their lips and savour the night.

Daemon was carrying her tired body back to her chamber the poor girl was exhausted from what they did earlier leaving her without energy, he slowly lay her down the mattress and tuck them both under her covers.

He was just staring at her, admiring her face features the gods really took their time making this woman beside him, he realized he can't stay here too long if his brother find out about this he's sure that he will have to go back to the Vale again.

He looked for a parchment in her table and wrote a small letter for her

"see you later darling, hope you had a good sleep"

he get up and jumped out of the princess window but when he was peacefully making his way to his chamber four knights grabbed him.

"The fuck is the meaning of this?" he tried to fight but Lord Westerling forced him to kneel on the ground because of the alcohol that's still in his nerves he was still a bit dizzy so he can't fight.

"The King requested for your audience my prince" The Commander said.

They dragged him through the halls until they reached the huge doors of throne room, he hissed when the knights just throw him at the floor and closed the doors, he felt like he's gonna throw up from all the ale he drink last night good thing he didn't let the princess drink them.

He groaned in pain why does his hangover always hit at the baddest time?

"Daemon" he heard the King and his brother called but he didn't look up.

"Won't you even deny it?" Viserys added.

"I need to know the charge before I attempt to discredit it" he can only answer, he knew what his brother meant but he wouldn't let him know it not if it means Vierra will be away from him.

"You defiled her, you selfish asshole!" the King shouts and kicked his arm making him groaned again. "Still, you say nothing" Viserys added, he was fuming mad of all people his brother chose to play with his daughter.

"Why does it matter, brother?" he said drunkly his voice almost sounded hoarse.  "When we were her age we fucked our ways through most of the brothels" he continued.

Viserys sarcastically smiled down at him "We were young men, she is just a girl, my daughter! your niece!" he shouted reminding him and kicked his lying body again.

"Better her first experience to me than some other whores" Daemon chuckled earning a punch from the King and grabbed his collar pressing him down the floor.

"You have her ruined! What lord will wed her now?! In this condition?" Viserys bang his head on the ground, he shut his eyes closed when he felt the pain at his head.

"You have no mercy! she's my daughter she's not like the other girls you can play with! How can you do this to her? she is innocent Daemon" Viserys voice broke he knew how and what Daemon do with his women and there's no way his daughter will be one of them, not her daughter that brings nothing but joy and pride to their family not her daughter that is too pure and kind, not her daughter that the only reminder Aemma left him.

"Wed her to me" Daemon said softly "Vierra...."

"Give her to me to take wife" he added,  he was being serious no sign of mischief, lie or sarcasm it was nothing but seriousness. He wants to marry her, marry her to the tradition of their house, infront of the gods.

"Let me marry her brother" he begged.

"You are already wed" Viserys spat his grip to him became tighter, he wants to kill him, have his head on a spike but it wouldn't give him any satisfication.

"Annuled me to Rhea then" he gave him an idea and stood up, Daemon held both side of his brothers head "Then I will marry Vierra" Daemon added his brother pushed him back to the ground and puched him again.

"You're crazy! what? you're gonna use my daughter to be away from your wife? let me tell you Daemon. You will never have Vierra wrapped around you!" he yells and stood up walking away from him.

"You will go back to Vale and never return again, stay away from my daughter if you still want me to see you as a brother, a family" The king said and leave him there.

He just stared at the ceiling, zoning out and still thinking of the idea being wed to Vierra, her in a their traditional wedding gown, them vowing to each other and people seeing them as they both get wed infront of the gods and dragons.

/////

Vierra was confused when she woke up on her bed, she's swearing nothing but her uncle's long shirt that reached her knees, she smiled when she smell the familiar scent of the prince in his shirt.

She stood up and took a bath after cleaning herself she noticed a small parchment taped at her table and smile while reading it. While walking at the halls Ser Criston Cole walked up to her.

"Princess the King wants to see you in the meeting room" Vierra frowned it's noon why would her father wants to see her for?

She entered the room her yellow dress following each step she takes, she flinched when the door behind her loudly shut closed, she turned around and saw the King entering an unknown expression plastered in his face.

"What have you done?" his father blurted, she knew her father will know this eventually his Hand, Otto Hightower has a lot of spies wandering around the City.

"Father let me expla-"

"You ruined yourself!" Viserys interrupt her, Vierra is not scared of a lot of things but her father getting mad is not one of them. Viserys loved her so much, gave her everything she wants and she needs, he never forced her to do anything but now she pushed him to his limits.

"You know him Vierra, you're a smart girl how could you let this happen? he's married! do you intend to make yourself a whore?! his mistress!?" Viserys added, Vierra kneeled in front of him tears flowing to her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry father" her voice was trembling she realized how foolish her relationship with her uncle, the King was right after all he was a married man.

"I love him...." she whispered, her father held her arms he bent his knee to meet her.

"He doesn't love you Vierra for fuck sake he was fooling you, wrapping you around his fingers he's using you to get away with her wife, he's using you to get closer to the throne after all you're next in line to Rhaenyra my child" The King hoped his words sink in his child mind.

Vierra looked at her father, her lips pursed in a thin line. Daemon would never do that to her? wouldn't he? No, she knew he loves her.

"I am only protecting you Vierra, you're my daughter you're mother would do the same if she was alive now"

"Father he's a great man, I swear" Vierra cried out, Viserys looked at her with nothing but disappointment.

"I can't believe of what kind of woman my brother had turned you" he said but she didn't care and kneel to her father, she was desperate now.

"Please father" she begged again

"If you choose him, I will disown you and strip your title out of you" he warned her and left her in the room.

She cried there and hugged her knees, she felt pair of arms wrapping around her she looked up to see Harwin's concerned eyes.

"Let's get you to your room" he half smiled and guide her to back to her chambers.

As soon as they arrived Vierra told everything to him and Harwin just listened to the princess rant, he felt sad for her getting trapped between her lover and family is a hard thing.

"If I continue my relationship with him he will strip off my title and disown me" She stated the tears wouldn't stop escaping in her ears, her chest is tightening now from all of her cries.

"What's your plan then?" Harwin asked, he roamed around her room and saw a small cloth he throw it at her gesturing her to wipe the waters in her eyes, she effortlessly catched it and do what he says before she fold it and placed it beside her.

"I'll run away with him, I don't care about my titles I'm no heir after all" she reasoned, Harwin narrowed his eyes to her, how can she give up everything she have for him?

"Do you think he will do the same for you?" Vierra stiffened on what her friend said, and there she thought? would he? Daemon is all except not being ambitious he wouldn't settle for a life that's powerless atleast that's what she knew

"Daemon is an ambitious man Vierra and you know it, having no title is the last thing he would want I'm not telling this to you because I don't want you to run away, I want you to be happy if course but do you think you will be happy with him"

"Yes, I am and I will be happy with him. I will meet with him after dinner and run away" she said and opened her closet starting to take her clothes.

"I heard he had left to go back at the Vale back to her wife" Harwin declared.

Vierra want to take her ear off her she just wants nothing but silence a peace why does the gods has to be cruel with her?

"That's not true he wouldn't leave me here"

"It's the King's order Vierra, come on you're better than this! the Vierra I know wants to be powerful not bend her will for a man" Harwin voice arise but his face remained calm.

"I thought you wanted to prove everyone that you're better and meant to rule then why are you running away now?"

Vierra sighs her arms felt numbed as it dropped on her sides as much as she hates to admit it, they're all right. She wasn't like this before; she would never settle for a man who's having second thoughts standing up for her.

"What should I do?" her voice sounds so weak, she felt Harwin's carefully guiding her back to her bed.

"Do what you think is right" he said to her and smile.

What is the right thing to do then? run away with him? kill him? stay in the keep? give up her titles? what?

She shrugged before grabbing her hood and leave the Keep she can hear Harwin's voice calling her when she didn't looked back he heard him yell a goodluck together with a chuckled from a big knight.

She wasn't gonna do anything she's just going to clear her mind with that she whistled loudly minutes after she heard her dragons growling from afar it landed in front of her.

"Good boy" she patted her dragon's skull and caress it, Vertix her dragon growl softly, she rode him and went to her destination.

In the field of tulips at the top of the mountain is what where she wanted to be so she go there, Vertix slowly put her down.

The fragrance of the tulips reached her nose, the wind hitting her skin and making her dress flow with it, she just walked there she's thinking what will happen to her now that her uncle is gone again.

She grew tired and decided to sat on the grass she picked one tulips and put it on the pocket of her dress.

"The gods must really love me for bringing you here" she instantly turned around to see where the voice came from, she stood up and whistled to call her dragon.

"I think we should talk before you leave" Daemon said he tried to step closer to her but the princess step back.

"There is nothing to talk about" she gulped and looked away "uncle" she added, she tried to walk away from him but he blocked her way and held both of her hand.

"Let's talk please, I want you to know that I didn't want any of this" he clarified

"I'm coming back for you I promise and when I come back I'll ask for your hand in marriage" Daemon was holding both the sides of her face looking into her lilac eyes, her beautiful eyes, the eyes that made him fall for her.

"My father already forbid us, this. this is forbidden now. so I wouldn't have to wait for you anymore" Daemon grip on her waist now became tighter, not want to let her go.

"Please Daemon this is wrong" Vierra whispered tears escaping in her eyes.

"No... no please don't leave me, my love" his voice finally broke, he hugged her tight while slowly kneeling in front of her.

"No, stop thi- uncle no" she stopped him from kneeling but Daemon still continued.

"Vierra please..."

"You're fucking married! This is wrong! I have no intention of being one of your whores!" she exclaimed, she didn't want to think of it that the fact that he's still a married man and he was his mistress.

"You are not a whore Vierra"

"Are you sure? because I think that's how my father saw me! a fucking whore, Daemon I love you but we have to stop this" she leaned her head to his chest.

"I am not yours Daemon I never was..." Daemon felt his heart dropped, he always thought that they're for each other both misunderstood dragons that find comfort to each other.

"But I'm yours Vierra I am all yours"

"You have a wife and she own you not me" she pulled back away from him when they heard Vetrix loud growl from afar.

"The next time we meet again I promise we will be happy" Daemon said while she's walking away from him then she looked back her lilac eyes covered with tears.

"That's if we can still be happy, til our next meet kepus" she smiled and mount Vetrix.

For the last time he watched her eyes connect with him, her Lilac eyes are now full of blues.