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Targaryen Madness (II)

“A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.”

Thanks for so much love on my first post. I was inspired so I decided to write some blurbs/short stories based on my headcanons! I was thinking of writing some smut for Aegon and Maegor eventually… 🤷‍♀️ for some reason, I really like writing for them!

Warnings: incest, possessive behavior, protective behavior, sexual themes (depictions of sex and also implied sex), manipulation, controlling behavior, codependent relationships, toxic relationships, physical violence mentioned and implied (not against reader!), mention of blood, manipulation, I guess implied blackmail? you know the drill

Features: Aegon I Targaryen and Maegor Targaryen x Female reader (separate)

Aegon I Targaryen

On days like these, Aegon feels exhausted.

Between his duties as the only son and heir, and his dreaded discussions of inevitable marriage, he finds his feet are heavy as he walks to the castle to find you, out by some training yard. He expects to find you in the garden, but here you are: a truly unpleasant sight with boys surrounding you. Aegon knows it is not uncommon for other noblemen and their families to visit their Keep. Yet they threaten all his time with you, his dear and beloved youngest sister.

His fists clench into a hot-white color, his teeth grinding together, until you look at him and come running to him with your childlike smile and excitement.

“Aegon, you’re home!” You giggle as you throw yourself into his arms. Suddenly, he forgets why he was mad before. He wants to hold you as tightly as he did before, when you two were younger. He refrains only due to the stares, but his smile is genuine and soft.

“Sweet sister, I’ve returned.” He wants to nuzzle his face into your hair and smell the sweet scent that is your gentle youth, but he’ll save it for later, when he spends time with you in your chambers or the gardens. “You seem occupied.”

“I’m having fun.” You pull away only a little to look up at him, smiling. “I’ve made new friends! They’re staying for some time… oh! But of course, I missed you the most of all, brother!”

He smiles at that. For now, he’ll forgive your sweet innocence, the very nature that allows you to smile at even the most vile of people. Eyeing your ‘new friends’, his smile strains with disdain. “Sweet sister, I hope you aren’t too busy.” He looks back down at you. “I was hoping I’d have your company tonight.”

You nod fervently. The sweetest thing in the world to him is your little smile. But then you look back to your friends, and your smile fades.

“What?” He wonders. If they’re so much of a distraction to you, he should rid of them, he thinks. “Is something the matter now?”

“Oh…” you look down. “It’s just… I can’t tonight. I’m sorry! But maybe people are right, and you should focus on—“

“No, no. What do you mean ‘maybe people are right’?” He squeezes your shoulders a bit too tightly. “Since when did you listen to others? And since when did they say things to you?”

Don’t grow up, he thinks. His other sisters aren’t you. You, he has to preserve. You’ve always listened to him. You’ve always clung to his side, afraid to wander far. Now the world will get ahold of you as he feared—the more people you speak to, the more you hear, and the more you understand. It’s not right if it isn’t coming from him. Didn’t he teach you that? “Answer me. No one should bother you—you’re my sister, the Princess—“

“But what they say is true.” You’ve never spoken over him, and you won’t mention who it is that keeps feeding you these lies. It makes him uneasy. “We spend so much time together… people whisper. It might only be gossip, but isn’t it true that I’m too…?” Your eyes water. He wants to hold you so badly it hurts. “…clingy? Annoying? Immature?”

He scowls. “You’re still young,” he says. “A girl. You have time to grow up, but now isn’t the time. Stay young for as long as you can.” Him and his sisters were forced to mature early on, but they’ve managed to protect you well enough. He’d like to think that, though with each word you speak, he feels his grip on you lessen…

“I wish to be seen as a woman! A maiden!” It’s so immature of you to say, but you don’t care.

“No. You’re perfect how you are, dear sister. I adore you.” He smiles. “Now stop this whining. I want to see you tonight. I’ll comfort you, and we don’t have to think about this—“

“You aren’t listening to me!”

He stills. Since when did you have outbursts? You’re growing up, he realizes, and trying to gain independence. But why? He’d gladly take care of you.

“I have to go now.” You don’t even say goodbye. “Good luck with your duties, brother. Please don’t come by tonight.” He doesn’t miss how you say that. You seem ashamed, but also a little excited.

~

It’s hard for him to focus on much after his exchange with you. It left him ruffled for whatever reason. The rest of the day is a blur as it goes by, and all he can think of is the unabating need to check on you. You had never acted that way before; it calls for caution and understanding on his part. That’s why, as soon as he’s finished, he makes way to your chambers. He finds them empty, but his confusion strengthens when he sees the messy sheets, the dresses thrown about on the floor. You’ve never been messy either, and the servants would’ve cleaned this up if it had happened earlier, but that means that it must’ve happened recently.

Aegon rushes down the stairs where he hears a particular noise, but one he’s well-versed with: the firm clapping of skin, slick with sweat. Well, he isn’t afraid of the noise, no—panic sets in his heart when he imagines you, beneath some other man.

He slams open the door, revealing some knight—one he may recognize up close—slamming into you.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Aegon roars with anger. He storms in, face full of fury, eyes blazing with hatred and betrayal, pulling the man off of you by his arm.

You scream, covering yourself with your dress that was discarded to the side. “Aegon, I said not to come see me!” There are tears in your eyes, and the shame of being caught prompts them to spill. “You weren’t supposed to see!—“

“I’ve seen enough.” His tone is cold, firm, and doused with unbridled anger. “You will go back to your chambers.”

“And… what of him?”

“What of him?” He sneers, looking down at you. The worst part is, you’re so beautiful, he can’t blame the man for wanting to claim you. He can, however, blame him for trying. These fools need to understand you’re his, and you need to understand that too. You seemed to have forgotten, but it’s okay. He can remind you shortly.

His gaze scares you. He’s never directed such anger at you before. Quietly, you dress yourself again and leave the room, gentle sobs escaping your body. Moments after you return to your room, Aegon knocks on the door.

“Dear sister,” he says, his tone more soft now, “I’m coming in.”

You don’t answer, wiping your eyes that are now red from tears. When he sees your form, he sighs dejectedly, and comes to sit by your side. You don’t miss the light blood streaking the neckline of his shirt, but you bite your lip and refuse to mention it.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you. I only came because I was worried. Our conversation earlier left me concerned for you.” He holds your hand, gripping it tightly in his. “If anything is the matter, anything at all, you’re meant to come to me with it. You shouldn’t have to seek comfort in…” he feels sick just saying it, “others.”

“It wasn’t like that.” It’s quiet, but he hears you nonetheless.

“Shh, it doesn’t matter what it was like, sweet sister.” He smiles gently, brushing your hair back with his hand. You look so broken it hurts him, but it’s an opportunity. One he takes. “I forgive you. And from now on, you won’t do such things again, alright? I won’t tell if you don’t tell. It’s a secret that’s safe between us.”

You feel no room for argument, so you nod. You’ll have to be more careful next time you decide to be so reckless, you realize. And by ‘secret’, you know he means that you should stay quiet about what he may have done to that knight. The blood is a reminder that whatever Aegon did to him, you’ll never see him again. Aegon presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and leads you to the bath, where he gently rubs and cleans your skin. He’d gladly care for you like this forever, so why did you have to go behind his back and ruin things? It’s not your fault, he thinks. It’s his, for not keeping a closer eye on you.

You run off too easily at the slightest taste of independence, he thinks. Rhaenys told him to loosen the leash, but he might just have to tighten it again.

Maegor Targaryen

Maegor was never a man of many words. Why would he bother speaking, when his cruelty could invoke fear so easily? Though, living on like this began to scare you off, and so he swallowed his pride a little, asking for his mother’s aid. She was surprised when he said the words ‘a girl’ with such a low and sheepish tone, that she knew she should help him.

You decided to give him a chance. A chance to explain himself after all. He knew you would; too kind to abandon him, and too understanding to leave without any justification. He adored that about you. While it was weak, being so gentle, it was so unfamiliar to him that he craved more of you. Can you blame him? A neglectful father, a firm mother, a weakling for an elder brother…

And it doesn’t help that others are so weak compared to him too. When you heard how he injured a stableboy, you knew it was no simple argument. That was the same boy you spoke to before when you were waiting for your brother to finish his sword training. Apparently Maegor had seen you speaking with him from afar; he became particularly cruel and harsher in his attacks, taking down knights twice his size. Your brother certainly didn’t seem happy with him, and mumbled his complaints to you.

Maegor had a way of releasing anger that seemed to always involve someone on the receiving end. He had only been kind to you, but word of his rage shook you, and it showed. You’d flee from him if you saw him, you wouldn’t smile at him as you used to, and every conversation was tense and curt. You’re more cruel than he is, he thinks. Leaving him high and dry and wanting for more. After tasting your kindness, he wants to drown in it. He won’t settle for anything less from you. But he realizes he overstepped. Biting his lip, he comes up the ship.

“Hello,” he greets lowly. Staring at you, he feels so small for some reason—a feeling he’s unaccustomed to. It makes him uncomfortable, vulnerable. “You look lovely in the moonlight.”

You smile at the compliment, but like all of your smiles lately, it’s a bit sharp. “What did you bring?”

“Something for you.” In one hand, he holds a flower, delicate and beautiful. He comes closer to you and holds it out. “Please accept it.”

Since he asked nicely, you feel obligated to accept the gift. You take it in your hand. This time, your smile is true. “Oh. It’s lovely…”

“I picked it out for you.” He clears his throat, speaking a bit more firmly. Be confident; stand tall and speak truthfully, with certainty, his mother told him. “It reminded me of you.”

You look at him, eyes slightly wide, and your lovely face breaks into a smile. His chest tightens at the sight, a feeling he should run from, but indulges in instead. “Turn around.” A poor choice of words, he realizes. “Will you turn around? I have one last gift.”

His mother helped to pick it out. He hopes it will delight you as the flower did. As you move your hair to the side, he places the pendant on your chest, clipping the necklace in the back. You let your hair down your back once more, turning to show him.

Beautiful. He could stare at you forever, remembering every inch of your face and body. But even then, he’d always want for more, for all of you.

“A necklace?” You sigh. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wished to,” he says. “You look very beautiful.”

“You said that already.” But you laugh lightly. He distracted you from the point of this visit already, and so he smiles too.

“I’ll say it again and again if I wish to,” he says, “because it’s always true. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros.”

When he first saw you, he had unhorsed a boy much older than him, gaining favor of the crowd. He chose to give his rose to you, the woman he found the most beautiful in all of the crowd. You were with your brother at the time. He is less cruel to your brother in the hopes that he may gain your favor. Your brother noticed, but he’s sure you have yet to.

“Is it true?” You finally ask him, “did you hurt that stableboy because of your jealousy?”

And there it is. The dreaded question. He wished he could kiss you: to taste your lips and to swallow the filthy accusations you spew. You would be much more lovely if you would just submit to him, but he allows your little acts of cruelty though it hurts his heart. “What should I tell you? I thought he’d take you away from me.”

“That isn’t true.” You sigh. “I was only speaking with him-“

“He’s a boy. I know how we are—his cheeks were red and he was stumbling over his words like a lovesick fool…” Remembering the boy’s face, he feels sick to his stomach, that familiar rage bubbling in his chest again. “You should be more careful with men.”

“Should I be more careful with you, then?” You meet his gaze.

His eyebrow twitches, his lips curving into a frown. “No. Are you afraid of me now? Is that it?”

At the realization that you may be, he stills. Your silence only feeds his worries. No, no, no. It would be easier to have you fear him—fear is reliable in making everyone submit to his will—but he thought things would be different between you two. You had been so tender and loving, and he wanted to keep that forever. “Are you?” He repeats.

It takes a moment, but you eventually shake your head. “No. I’m not afraid of you. But if you keep hurting others, I won’t be fond of you anymore.”

He knows that, but hearing it from your soft and lovely lips makes him enraged. He wants to grab you and shake you, tell you that it doesn’t matter how you feel, since you’re his anyways, but he refrains, his fists clenching until his knuckles turn a hot-white.

“I don’t wish for things to be like this between us,” you say softly. “I like you too, Maegor. I really like you…”

Hope stirs within his heart, and he is quick to respond. His hands grab yours and he eases his grip. “They won’t be. Will you stay by my side if I promise you I’ll behave?” His mother told him to use these words. He hopes they’ll reach you the way he intended.

You smile softly and nod. His face breaks into a large smile. You don’t back away as he closes the gap between you two, you don’t push him away once his hands cup your face, and you don’t fight him as he kisses you. You already had his heart, but he managed to pull the wool over your eyes. He couldn’t change himself, but he could change your perception of him. If you would only stay loving forever, then he’d never have to resort to the many evil things he ended up doing following your absence. To him, there is no one crueler than you, but in a game of cruelty, he can always win.

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Yandere Greek Gods and Goddesses

I don’t know how popular greek mythology is on this app… but I wanted to write for it anyway. I’m starting with my favorite twins, and I will definitely write more for them! These headcanons are to help inspire future writings of mine :)

I’m going to post another Targaryen thing shortly after this too lol

Features: Yandere Artemis and Apollo x Female reader (separate)

Warnings: controlling behavior, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, sexual themes, toxic jealousy, clingy/dependent behavior, mentions of illness and injury

Artemis

- Artemis values her independence and freedom above all else. She would fall for someone who does not hold her back, someone who cherishes their free spirit as much as she does. It’s likely that you’d be a young girl taken under her wing, someone she’d train with a bow and also find solace in.

- Mostly, she is nurturing and a good listener. She prefers for you to speak about whatever you please while you follow behind her. The only instances she’d be cross with you is if you were to break an oath or vow, or go against her wishes or warnings. This would be especially true if you were to get hurt; she would have her brother, Apollo, heal you if you were severely ill, and if you were injured, she would nurse you back to health, not allowing you to lift a finger. After that, she’d be much more careful and overbearing. She doesn’t let grievances go so easily.

- Still, she does have some expectations for you. You joined her to be free, but that comes with your loyalty to her. She expects all her priestesses to stay true to their word, you especially, who she places above everyone else in her heart. That being said, she is much more lenient with you, and does not like to inflict pain on you. She’s more tame when it comes to punishment, and will usually scold you, but that’s as far as she’d go. Even then, her stern expression and firm words terrify you, so you tread carefully.

- Artemis tries not to let jealousy get to her, and she believes you are loyal, so she doesn’t feel threatened by others in your life. As long as she’s the closest one to you and the one you spend most of your time with, she doesn’t care much if you converse with others. She draws the line at breaking your vows of chastity. As one of her followers, you should not break your vow to her, and she also has an obsession with keeping you pure—not so much in a sexual sense, but more so in a way of guarding you from the harshness of the world. Especially in the wild, she knows how easily kind prey such as yourself can fall to predators, and she will make quick work of anyone who tries to harm you. She is known to be terrifying when her family is messed with.

- She is vengeful and even temperamental at times. If anyone hurts you, whether through words or actions, she will kill them. No questions asked. She can be especially cruel with men. Just as she punished Actaeon for seeing her naked, she will do much worse to a man who lays eyes on your naked form or so much as thinks impure thoughts about you.

- Speaking of breaking your vow of chastity… if she fears you are unsatisfied with her and crave a more intimate, sensual connection, something she was not open to give you (or anyone, for that matter), she may compromise. This comes with a lot of thought and consideration from her, and if she believes you will become closer to her as a result of this, she will use her tongue or fingers to please you, as this technically does not take your virginity, or hers. However, she won’t have you touch her, she’ll simply please you if she deems it necessary and if it makes you happy.

- For the most part, she is gentle with you. She’s known as the protector of women and young girls, and this nature is deeply reflected in her relationship with you. She nurtures you as a mother would, keeps you company as a friend would, and will indulge you like a lover might. She spends most of her time teaching you how to hunt or how to use a bow and arrow and, at other times, she’ll simply lie with you in the grass, smiling at you as you run off at the mouth. Out of all the gods and goddesses in the Greek Pantheon, she is the one who allows you the most freedom as she understands the value in it.

- Though she is quick to anger, it is almost never directed at you. Even if it’s your fault, she finds ways to blame herself for failing to protect you properly or another before she places the blame on you. The only case where she would be upset with you is if you were to sleep with someone else. If a man took your chastity, she’d kill him and soon punish you for it. It’s something she can’t forgive: you betrayed an oath, you betrayed her, and you betrayed yourself, your dignity and your body. She believes you brought harm to yourself and that cannot be forgiven easily.

- Artemis is a protective, nurturing, and stern lover. Her dark side is how overbearing and controlling she can become if you are hurt terribly or if you betray her. However, she is definitely one of the better goddesses to have as a lover, or even be in a platonic relationship with.

Apollo

- A kind and generous lover, Apollo is so accustomed to losing his lovers to tragedy that he will make sure he cherishes and protects you properly. It’s because of his history with love that you have trouble holding him accountable for all he does. He starts off gentle and careful, testing the waters before plunging deep into obsession.

- To him, every piece of you is art. Your voice is like music to his ears—anything you say is law to him. Whether it’s an insult or praise, he smiles just due to the attention you give him. However, there is only so much a god’s pride can take, and soon your defiance is met with honeyed words, forced smiles, and, if pushed too far, forceful love.

- His love for you runs deep, but it’s so simple at first. He adores you, both your soul and your body. He listens to you with gentle eyes, he holds your hands with such delicacy, and kisses you with the upmost affection and reverence. In affectionate moments, which come often with Apollo, it’s almost as if he worships you, though he is the god.

- It’s not that he’s controlling—he’s clingy. It’s to the point where you cannot let out a breath without him noticing it. He’s always by your side, and when his duties keep him, he returns to you and showers you in affection sevenfold. Any time spent apart from you is torture. He makes sure this is known; he’ll send plenty of letters to you, which he expects to be returned in some way shape or form, whether that’s a letter in return or special attention when he’s back in your arms.

- He hates to see you hurt. If you ever fall ill he’ll heal you, and if you get injured it will be one of the only times you see him truly afraid. After all the pain his past lovers have endured, he promised he’d never let you end up like that. He desperately wants to grant you immortality, and may even force it on you if he gets scared of your sudden death. Ideally, he’d hope you’d reciprocate the feeling and wish to be immortal by his side.

- His reverence for you speaks volumes! He lets you get away with a lot more than others can (he cursed Cassandra for rejecting him, but he wouldn’t do the same to you, he’d find other ways to punish you), and he even suggests having a sculpture made of you that he’d place right beside him. That’s your destined place in his eyes, so he deems it only fitting that your beauty and place in his life is carved into marble.

- That being said, he’s very protective. He wants to know everything about you, and he probably does. He’d never use this against you, but he’d make sure you know he’s the one closest to you, the one who knows you best, and this goes further than just your personality; he knows your body best too, what things pleasure you and what things don’t. The only way I can see him punishing you is by denying you pleasure until you give into his whims, and this is usually done by teasing you subtly, lingering touches that border on sensual, and a closeness that radiates his warmth to a tantalizing degree. He just wants you to realize you’re his and that he’ll take care of you better than anyone else will! He loves physical touch and will always be touching you in some kind of way. Even just holding you close, keeping your body pressed to his, is enough to ground him.

- Like the sun, he loves too much and too close. This is his fault, that he feels consumed by an obsessive love for you, something that leads him to do things he’d never do otherwise. He is quick to jealousy. Even a simple smile at someone else causes him to question you and your feelings towards them. As I said, he keeps a close eye on you, so nothing goes past his fierce gaze, especially not your gaze upon someone else or someone else’s gaze upon you. He’ll make it known that you’re his lover to any threat, and he will resort to violence if pushed too far. By violence, it will likely mean he casts a plague on the person or curses them. Either way, they will be disposed of and penalized for incurring his envy. Then, after this is done, he’ll be so happy that you’re his again, and he’ll shower you with love, so much it feels suffocating.

- If you ever feel suffocated by his love (which, at some point, you definitely will), Apollo will notice immediately. If you avoid him for any reason, whether you’re mad at him or seeking space away from him, he becomes very anxious and seeks to remedy any wrongdoing. He’ll apologize profusely, even begging for you to hear him out, and he’ll use anything he can against you, most likely luring you into his arms again with suggestive touches. He can’t stand the separation and he hates most of all when you aren’t smiling at him, so he’ll do anything to ensure that you two are happy together.

- The furthest he’d go is to make you dependent on him by crueler means. The God of plagues and disease, Apollo may make you temporarily ill just to have you rely on him in your weakened state. It would never be severe—no, it would hurt too much to see you truly suffer—but just enough to have you reliant on his gentle hands and warm touch. It pains him to see you like this, so he will only resort to this if it is the last option he has, and even then he is quick to relent and heal you, crying as he apologizes for inflicting pain on you, the one he’s supposed to cherish carefully. If this ever happens, your relationship may become strained by it, and Apollo will be extra gentle with you afterwards in hopes of healing the damage he’s done.

- Apollo is gentle and loving, and despite being very attached and needy, knows you intricately and is a very attentive lover. He is quick to meet your needs and your desires, but he can become wrathful only in his jealousy or his fear that you may try to leave him. He’s okay with you being angry with him or momentarily hurt if it means you, in the long run, will remain in his arms.

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Targaryen Madness

“Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.”

Compilation of yandere/dark Targaryen headcanons. These are just to inspire other writings I plan to make!

Warnings: incest, murder, possessive behavior, jealousy, protective behavior, controlling behavior, forced marriage, obsessive behavior, delusional behavior, manipulation, sexual themes

Features: female reader x Aegon I Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen (platonic), Aemond Targaryen, Maegor the Cruel (all separate)

Aegon I Targaryen

- You are the youngest sister of Aegon, known as the Realm’s delicate and sweet princess

- Unlike your siblings, you were much more kind, and also born weaker than your older brother and sisters

- Naturally, they were protective over you. Aegon remembered the day you were born, crying as you came into the world, and how he swore to protect you. Your sisters felt similarly; they knew how delicate you’d grow to be, but as you all grew up, they saw the signs of Aegon’s desire growing dangerously.

- Your mind, putting your brother on a pedestal, misinterpreted Aegon’s intentions. The way he loved you was so natural and sweet, something you believed was platonic, protective love.

- You would run up to him as he returned from his duties, smiling and hugging him in all your sweetness. His beloved little sister, who would follow him wide-eyed and joyful, who he came to adore as you grew into a woman.

- When you two were kids, he would protect you, spending the little free time he had discussing all your interests. He would chase off any boy who came close to you. You were beautiful, the most precious and beautiful of all his sisters, that he couldn’t leave you around men, knowing their eyes would wander. This became clear as you grew up, becoming desirable as not only a daughter of Lord Aerion Targaryen, but as a pretty and kind maiden. Aegon knew of this threat and immediately prevented it; any attempt to marry you off was adamantly rejected by him. This was met with opposition, since he already had a sister to wed, and would have no need to marry you.

- When it came to duty, he was expected to wed Visenya. So he did. When he married Rhaenys, you along with the rest of the Realm were left confused, his intentions unclear.

- Soon, Rhaenys warned you: “Aegon is a conqueror, and he will get what he wants.” These words haunted you for some time, because you had loved and respected your brother, thinking the world of him. Your sisters, who knew all along of his desires, were unable to tell you, due to their loyalty to Aegon but also their love for your innocence and hopefulness. They’d like to keep you happy for a bit longer.

- Your vision would be shattered soon, when you were offered the hand of a Dothraki man. He was kind in the only way he knew how to be: giving you gifts and speaking to you of his many adventures, which you were impressed by.

- Aegon, who hated the idea of a man courting you, was furious when he found out. His sister wives attempted to calm him, and Rhaenys promised it was an opportunity presenting itself. Aegon ordered his dragon, Balerion, to burn the man the next time he passed by.

- When you discovered the ashes of your betrothed, you were hysterical, in tears. He was kind to you, and although you did not completely love him, seeing his body was traumatic. You rushed to the one place you always received comfort: in the arms of your brother, Aegon. He consoled you, whispering words you did not completely comprehend, about how a brute like that did not deserve you. Then, his reasoning for marrying Rhaenys became very clear. Them, he wedded out of duty and for assistance, but you, he had always desired. This was the opportunity to have you depend on him once again, to lean on the shoulder of the man who had loved you since the day you came into this world.

Daenerys Targaryen

- After her marriage to Drogo and his death, along with her son’s, she became sure she could never have a child. For her, a family was only a dream, a desire completely out of reach

- Then you happened. You, her miracle child, who looked just like her. She saw herself in you. She wanted to protect you, to keep you pure as she had failed to do for herself

- If people became aware of your whereabouts, they would use you against her, and so she kept you closely guarded by Jorah, the one she trusted would protect you with his life. She would monitor your actions, ensuring you didn’t run off or do anything that could endanger you in the slightest

- You were just a child; innocent and unaware of the cruelties of this world. Her gaze would soften as she listened to your words, little pleas and arguments against her, ones she would not entertain, but gently shut down, telling you that you wouldn’t understand and she only wants to keep you safe from the world that has done her so much harm

- She kept you in the confines of a safe home. Though her duties made her move constantly, she made sure you always had a safe room and were always seen with knights around you, Jorah and sometimes her loyal Unsullied followers, who chose to follow her and to protect you, the thing most precious to her

- She becomes enamored with the idea of motherhood. She will braid your hair, smiling as she listens to your ramblings. She’ll tell tall tales and stories that make you laugh, and then she’d promise you again and again that one day, she will sit on the Iron Throne as the rightful queen and you will be the beloved princess. Her mentions of dragons and glory inspire you.

- You read frequently—when you’re stuck inside, you develop many hobbies, ones she is all aware of—and, as a young girl, you develop a love for stories of knights and romance. Sure, the books of Old Valyria and the Targaryen legacy are fun and all, but there’s nothing more interesting than a romance between a knight and his lady. You come to your mother with this, speaking of boys and men, and she has an odd look on her face. You aren’t used to seeing it on her.

- Soon, you have a thirst for the world. You haven’t been around people your age. When Daenerys tells you that you always have her, Jorah and the Unsullied to keep you company, you argue that you want to talk to other children, and she can’t grant you that, fearing for your safety. She can’t trust anyone; she has enemies everywhere, and you’re so kind and precious still, you would fall for anything.

- “One day,” she says, “you will have many boys vying for your hand, as you will be the most beloved princess of all.” Once she has the throne, she promises this to you, over and over again. As she braids your hair, she says again, “and I will only allow the man most worthy of your hand to take it. I’ll braid your hair like this, and you’ll be so beautiful that day.”

- She smiles as she says this. But in reality, though she loves the idea of that life for you, she’s afraid for your safety and also that you may leave her behind. She wants to keep the family close, as you are all she has left. Your safety and happiness come before all else.

Aemond Targaryen

- You are his niece, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Your family is not close by any means, especially not with the strained relationships between your cousins. However, it became worse after the incident of Aemond losing his eye, and furthermore after he openly called your brothers bastards. Officially inciting the war, you realized the madness within the Targaryen bloodline, and that your childhood friend would be split from you due to this war

- Because the marriage between your cousin Helaena and your older brother Jacaerys fell due to the war, there was no chance to unite your families. After all the bloodshed and death, you reunite with Aemond once again when your mother Rhaenyra sends you to him. She knows you two were close as children, and even knows of what you did with him in your chambers. She hopes that you can somehow mend this before she decides to carry on with her plans

- Aemond is ruthless and hardly shows any care of love for anyone, but when you see him, though you two argue at first, it’s undeniable that his gaze holds a certain softness as he looks at you, and even regret as he knows what he’s done. Though there is a feud between your families, he adores you with all he has, though he knows this is plotting on Rhaenyra’s part, and that stops him from giving in

- He will not admit it, but you will know the depth of his feelings for you. With the way he protects you, and how he doesn’t hate you despite the hatred he has for your mother and brothers, you know that the boy you were once friends with still lives in him, though he feels so far from you now

- His eyes show a twinge of regret as he comes to visit you one night, your eyes glistening with hopeless tears at the turn of events as of late. He reaches for you, but hesitates and drops his hand as you turn to look at him. He could say he loves you, but he’s not sure you’d believe him. Things would be much easier if you two were young again, young and perfectly in love. He will not let the war claim you; your life belonged to him first. He swears to protect you as he always has, but he cannot get too close, knowing the consequences of that and also the depth of his growing obsession

- After these failures to unite both sides of the family, your mother sends both you and your brother, Jacaerys, to the North to form alliances and seek support and aid in the war. It’s there that you meet Cregan Stark, who later becomes your betrothed at the arrangement of your mother.

- This union solidifies the North as a firm supporter of the Blacks. However, though the Greens now have another enemy, Aemond sees this as the greatest threat of all: the war claiming you, and taking you from him.

- He takes to the skies and kills Jacaerys in all of his rage. His feelings for you, the feelings he’s tried to push down, have blazed into a monstrous flame, one that seeks to claim you once more as it did all those years ago.

- He plans to kill your betrothed. He knows what terror it will wreak in this war if he murders a supporter of the Blacks, but he is so mad that he will burn everything in his wake.

- On the day of your wedding, Vhagar’s roar echoes through the snowy skies of Winterfell. Fire follows before realization sinks in, and Aemond raids the castle, his sword, the Dark Sister, slicing through the throat of your husband.

- As you look at him in terror and shock, he comes closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You were promised to me first.” Next, he will make sure your mother remembers that, as well.

Maegor the Cruel

- You two are distant relatives: you’re a Velaryon girl, the younger sister of his trusted Master of Ships, Daemion Velaryon

- He has no sisters, and even if he did, they’d marry his older brother, the brother he despises more than all else. The one who is always in his way, the one whose throne he will usurp.

- Before such thoughts plague his mind, he meets you when you are both young and he is still unmarried. He sees you visiting your eldest brother in Dragonstone. He hears you have only brothers, and he sees now why Daemion was so protective over you: the only daughter, and so beautiful. You had a delicate kind of beauty, so young and kind. You were fearless and naive enough to enter a training area of only men, knights and members of his council

- Days go by and he thinks of his interaction with you that day. The way you smiled at him so sweetly, unaware of how terrible he will become. Since he is still young, influenced by his mother and not the throne, he is just a boy in love.

- He sleeps badly because he’s thinking of how you should be in his bed beside him. He comes down to the dock some nights to kiss the wooden boards because he knows your precious feet had tread it. He sees women in dresses and jewelry that he imagines buying for you. He sees pretty flowers that have a beauty similar to yours: delicate, soft, and everlasting.

- His mother, Visenya, notices his absentminded manner, and she sees the beginnings of madness in him. The way he carries on with his duties without much scrutiny concerns her, fearing that he may be losing his desire for the throne she plans to put him on

- She finds out it’s you he’s after when she sees how he smiles at you in the gardens, and she uses you to encourage him. She promises that if he successfully usurps the throne from his brother, she will give you to him as a prize.

- He visits you on one of your brother’s ships by the dock again, coming to you for a confession. His mother gave him advice: she warned him that he’d scare you off if he acted too cold or too obsessive, so he came to you with simples gifts; a flower that complimented your beauty and a necklace his mother helped to pick out. For the first time, he is a bit overwhelmed and sheepish. He can hardly muster up the courage to look in your eyes.

- You’re so kind, you accept the the gift with that gentle smile of yours, and he puts the necklace around your neck. You’re so beautiful he could take you then and there, going against his mother’s advice to take things slow with you, but you don’t seem to reject his touches as they travel lower. That night, he takes your body as he wishes to do with your heart. For now, it is enough to satiate him, but the problem is, the more he tastes, the more he will crave. He takes what you give, and then he takes some more.

- The night of passion you both share on that ship are long gone, when he hears of your disappearance from other members of his council, whispers he overhears and later confronts

- His mother informs him that your father turned against him as he found out you were pregnant. The father is him. Your father is against the marriage, not wanting you to marry a power-thirsty man, and so you go into hiding, whereabouts unknown for many years

- In these long years, he goes mad with the loss of you, his obsession growing stronger but with nowhere to go. His mother urges him to produce an heir or at least take on some wives to curb the grief, but no matter the amount of wives he takes or the whores he beds, all he thinks of is you and how you looked beneath him that night on the ship. He takes to drinking himself into further madness, never truly finding joy without you

- Word of a child who looks like him reaches Dragonstone. A boy with white hair and pale violet eyes; a Targaryen, young and seen with a Velaryon woman all the way in Dorne. Of course you’d seek shelter there, the one place that would not judge a bastard or an unmarried woman

- All his wives have failed to provide him children or love. He knew from the description that it was most definitely you who was seen, and the child was his.

- As his mother promised him, she will aid him in his quest for you. The longer you evade him, the quicker madness consumes him, and with an heir and his love found, there is nothing that will stop him from claiming you once more.