ormund hightower screaming CUNT CUNT CUNT (about a man mind you) and then fixing his beachy waves... first time i've seen me on my period representation from a man
ryan condal if you do anything else not book canon with this fuckass show please just let it be ormund hightower living a little longer than the book. he is so handsome don’t take him from me just yet.
sum.: a letter arrives from dragonstone, your father calling you home before war breaks out. your husband reminds you that your place is by his side.
warnings: age gap, manipulation (ormund to reader), daddy issues, abandonment (daemon to reader), mention of death during childbirth (readers mother), ormund threatens to kill reader if she tries to leave him, mentions of war and fighting, ormund is not the best husband and it is heavily implied that reader has some sort of fear of him, i think that’s it??? this is pretty short but let me know if i missed anything!
notes: sorry for being MIA for so long 🫣 this is not at all what i planned to post today and honestly it is 10000% purely self indulgent, so it may not be good but it’s good to me lol. lore on reader’s parents: readers mother is a different reader insert from an uncompleted daemon that i may never complete but felt that some of the ideas from that reader could fit in this fic (because the greens can use her issues towards daemon in their favor), she is rhaenyra’s younger sister (does not specify if it is a full or half sister, please imagine her (and reader) however you like but i do imagine her with white hair, no other features specified) who married daemon after rhea royce died and she gave birth to read roughly a year after alicent had aegon (so reader is roughly heleana’s age). like i said though this is mostly self indulgent but i do have other ideas for this reader if there is interest. i just wrote this and wanted to share it ◡̈ MINORS PEASE DNI WITH MY WORK. briefly proofread but unedited so apologies for any grammar or spelling errors. as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, but especially comments or reblogs (it tells me you liked it!!), it helps keep me motivated.
wc: idk i wrote this in my notes app
The letter arrives just as you sit to break your fast.
“Princess,” Rosalyn, your closest childhood companion and only lady you trusted enough to bring with you to Oldtown, rushes in, clutching a small piece of parchment tightly in her fist, “this just arrived. From Dragonstone.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of your familial seat, where your father, sisters, aunt, and her children live.
Thinking of all of them there, being a family, brings a bitterness you hate fill your body. Especially when not one of them batted an eye when Otto Hightower married you off to Oldtown the second he could convince Viserys.
You hold a hand out toward her, unfolding the parchment the second it’s in your hands.
Viserys is dead. The Hightower’s have named Aegon King. Return home. I do not believe you to be safe where you are. -D.T.
You read the words once, twice, even a third time.
“Where is my husband?” You fight to keep your voice steady as you look back up at Rosalyn, who is staring at you intently.
“Lord Ormund is in his study, Princess.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you nod before taking a deep breath, “I think I should like to go for a ride today.”
Since marrying, you hadn’t had much opportunity to dragon ride. Ormund hates the smell of you when you return after.
But you need to clear your head. Not leave. Not yet? Maybe? Just a quiet ride to think.
Before she can speak, the chamber door is slammed open and your husband stalks in, a piece of parchment in his own hand.
Stern eyes sweep over you, letting out a quiet hum as gaze locking on the piece of parchment in your hand.
“You are dismissed, Lady Rosalyn. My wife will call for you when she is ready to be dressed.”
Your eyes cut from him over to her, watching as she gives you a small curtsey before walking out.
The sound of the door closing behind her echoes in your head.
Your eyes lock back on your husband, holding his gaze for what feels like hours before he sits in the seat across from you, holding his hand out expectantly.
Hesitantly, you reach across and place in gently in his hand and watch closely as he reads it, waiting with a bated breath to hear what he has to say.
Unexpectedly, he lets out a laugh, causing confusion to cross your features.
“Do you know what this is, sweet wife?” He looks back at you, holding the piece of parchment between two fingers as he points at you.
“I,” This is a test. You know it is, but you don’t know how to answer, “I do not know.”
“A war is brewing as we speak. My Uncle Otto has already written requesting me to call my men and banners.” He glances toward the parchment from your father as his fists clench, “This, this is them calling on you to mount that beast,” he spits the word out hatefully, “of yours to go fight in Rhaenyra’s name.”
He stands, moving to your side of the table and kneeling in front of you, grasping your hands in his own.
“Do you believe I would allow any harm to befall you, sweet wife?”
Yes, but you don’t, no, you can’t say that. Instead, you just shake your head.
One hand reaches up to caress your cheek as the other rubs your knuckles, “All they want from you is that dragon, you know that.”
His words hit somewhere deep inside that you’ve ignored for so long. Your father hadn’t taken you with him to Pentos when he married Laena Velaryon, didn’t come to get you a year later when she gave birth to your sisters.
No, he only returned when his third wife died and left quickly with Rhaenyra to Dragonstone, leaving you in the care of Alicent Hightower and your grandfather, you held you close due to how much you reminded him of your own mother, who died bringing you into this world just as her mother had.
They hadn’t breathed a word when you were married off to the Queen’s cousin who was old enough to be your own father, despite your father’s deep distaste for the family.
“They will discard you to a marriage for an alliance after you fight their battles for them.”
You wonder if he can hear your heart beating in your chest as his words strike something deep in you.
“I have taken care of you, better than they have ever even thought of.”
He presses his forehead against yours, “I have given you a good, purposeful life as my wife, as the mother of my children, while they have given you nothing. And then have the gall to try to call you for a battle you are not built for.”
You aren’t sure who he’s trying to convince more of his words, but it’s working.
He gives your hand a firm squeeze as he leans into you, inhaling deeply, “Your place is by my side, doing as I say. You cannot leave me.”
Before you can respond, his mouth presses to yours harshly, as if he is trying to consume you, stealing all words and thoughts from you at once.
When he pulls away, he grabs your jaw, squeezing slightly as he forces you to hold his eye, “I know you will not even try, because you are a good, dutiful wife. But if you attempt to leave me, to go be on the side of that whore, I will kill you.”
sum.: a letter arrives from dragonstone, your father calling you home before war breaks out. your husband reminds you that your place is by his side.
warnings: age gap, manipulation (ormund to reader), daddy issues, abandonment (daemon to reader), mention of death during childbirth (readers mother), ormund threatens to kill reader if she tries to leave him, mentions of war and fighting, ormund is not the best husband and it is heavily implied that reader has some sort of fear of him, i think that’s it??? this is pretty short but let me know if i missed anything!
notes: sorry for being MIA for so long 🫣 this is not at all what i planned to post today and honestly it is 10000% purely self indulgent, so it may not be good but it’s good to me lol. lore on reader’s parents: readers mother is a different reader insert from an uncompleted daemon that i may never complete but felt that some of the ideas from that reader could fit in this fic (because the greens can use her issues towards daemon in their favor), she is rhaenyra’s younger sister (does not specify if it is a full or half sister, please imagine her (and reader) however you like but i do imagine her with white hair, no other features specified) who married daemon after rhea royce died and she gave birth to reader roughly a year after alicent had aegon (so reader is roughly heleana’s age). like i said though this is mostly self indulgent but i do have other ideas for this reader if there is interest. i just wrote this and wanted to share it ◡̈ MINORS PEASE DNI WITH MY WORK. briefly proofread but unedited so apologies for any grammar or spelling errors. as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, but especially comments or reblogs (it tells me you liked it!!), it helps keep me motivated.
wc: idk i wrote this in my notes app
The letter arrives just as you sit to break your fast.
“Princess,” Rosalyn, your closest childhood companion and only lady you trusted enough to bring with you to Oldtown, rushes in, clutching a small piece of parchment tightly in her fist, “this just arrived. From Dragonstone.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of your familial seat, where your father, sisters, aunt, and her children live.
Thinking of all of them there, being a family, brings a bitterness you hate fill your body. Especially when not one of them batted an eye when Otto Hightower married you off to Oldtown the second he could convince Viserys.
You hold a hand out toward her, unfolding the parchment the second it’s in your hands.
Viserys is dead. The Hightower’s have named Aegon King. Return home. I do not believe you to be safe where you are. -D.T.
You read the words once, twice, even a third time.
“Where is my husband?” You fight to keep your voice steady as you look back up at Rosalyn, who is staring at you intently.
“Lord Ormund is in his study, Princess.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you nod before taking a deep breath, “I think I should like to go for a ride today.”
Since marrying, you hadn’t had much opportunity to dragon ride. Ormund hates the smell of you when you return after.
But you need to clear your head. Not leave. Not yet? Maybe? Just a quiet ride to think.
Before she can speak, the chamber door is slammed open and your husband stalks in, a piece of parchment in his own hand.
Stern eyes sweep over you, letting out a quiet hum as gaze locking on the piece of parchment in your hand.
“You are dismissed, Lady Rosalyn. My wife will call for you when she is ready to be dressed.”
Your eyes cut from him over to her, watching as she gives you a small curtsey before walking out.
The sound of the door closing behind her echoes in your head.
Your eyes lock back on your husband, holding his gaze for what feels like hours before he sits in the seat across from you, holding his hand out expectantly.
Hesitantly, you reach across and place in gently in his hand and watch closely as he reads it, waiting with a bated breath to hear what he has to say.
Unexpectedly, he lets out a laugh, causing confusion to cross your features.
“Do you know what this is, sweet wife?” He looks back at you, holding the piece of parchment between two fingers as he points at you.
“I,” This is a test. You know it is, but you don’t know how to answer, “I do not know.”
“A war is brewing as we speak. My Uncle Otto has already written requesting me to call my men and banners.” He glances toward the parchment from your father as his fists clench, “This, this is them calling on you to mount that beast,” he spits the word out hatefully, “of yours to go fight in Rhaenyra’s name.”
He stands, moving to your side of the table and kneeling in front of you, grasping your hands in his own.
“Do you believe I would allow any harm to befall you, sweet wife?”
Yes, but you don’t, no, you can’t say that. Instead, you just shake your head.
One hand reaches up to caress your cheek as the other rubs your knuckles, “All they want from you is that dragon, you know that.”
His words hit somewhere deep inside that you’ve ignored for so long. Your father hadn’t taken you with him to Pentos when he married Laena Velaryon, didn’t come to get you a year later when she gave birth to your sisters.
No, he only returned when his third wife died and left quickly with Rhaenyra to Dragonstone, leaving you in the care of Alicent Hightower and your grandfather, you held you close due to how much you reminded him of your own mother, who died bringing you into this world just as her mother had.
They hadn’t breathed a word when you were married off to the Queen’s cousin who was old enough to be your own father, despite your father’s deep distaste for the family.
“They will discard you to a marriage for an alliance after you fight their battles for them.”
You wonder if he can hear your heart beating in your chest as his words strike something deep in you.
“I have taken care of you, better than they have ever even thought of.”
He presses his forehead against yours, “I have given you a good, purposeful life as my wife, as the mother of my children, while they have given you nothing. And then have the gall to try to call you for a battle you are not built for.”
You aren’t sure who he’s trying to convince more of his words, but it’s working.
He gives your hand a firm squeeze as he leans into you, inhaling deeply, “Your place is by my side, doing as I say. You cannot leave me.”
Before you can respond, his mouth presses to yours harshly, as if he is trying to consume you, stealing all words and thoughts from you at once.
When he pulls away, he grabs your jaw, squeezing slightly as he forces you to hold his eye, “I know you will not even try, because you are a good, dutiful wife. But if you attempt to leave me, to go be on the side of that whore, I will kill you.”
