Just for fun idk

she/her

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cassie lang definitely shrinks the other members of her team without asking and sneaks them into movies with her

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little known fact you can be into g/t in both a sfw and nsfw way. at the same time even. and people have the right to be fucking normal about it.

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*selects you* *opens up your Options* *selects ‘Resize’* *resizes you*

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my relentless desire to grow vs my unyielding desire to shrink is my version of the unstoppable force meets an immovable object. that’s my theory as to why i’m still just normal size.

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Can’t get the idea of Cassie not being able to stop herself from growing while on a date with Kate because her feels are going crazy out of my head.

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So upset they never went deeper with Cait and Vi’s height difference. I would’ve melted if we got a scene of Cait tilting Vi’s chin up to look her in the eye. (Art credit it luskbook here on Tumblr.)

And I was secretly hoping when season 2 started that they were hiding a height reveal for Vi. Like all this time she’d been taking some drug while fighting in the pits. Her and Caitlyn eventually meet and we finally see Vi is like 6’6” and fucking massive. (Art credit to Wuzeirou on Twitter.)

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Jules interrogating you after you shrink.

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Pairing: Giantess!Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Giantess, Size Difference, brewing romance, fluff, idk, first time writing fic, completely separate from canon, slow

Length: 1125 words

Summary: Y/N spends her year with the princess, joins her to attend her proposals. (Part 4 of ???)

You can find Part 1 here & Part 2 here & Part 3 here.

“And don’t come back without more wine,” the princess called down to you in the courtyard. She was smiling. She’d been smiling a lot in the past few weeks. So were you.

“I won’t,” you replied and gazed back up at the princess until she disappeared back into the halls of the keep, her laughter carrying through the corridors.

Being personal servant to Rhaenyra, your duties rarely kept you away from her for long. You spent mornings fetching her fruits and eggs with which she could break her fast on. Midday you could be found in the godswood with her as she spoke at length about some of the other suitors her father attempted to bring about. Some days you read to her with her head resting in your lap, the warm sunrays coming through the leaves of the great tree. At night you both retreated to her bedchambers where you would read to her by candlelight and fall asleep together. It was rather risky business as if anyone knew of your sleeping with the princess, even though it was truly only sleeping, rumors might begin to spread.

Whenever she had to serve her duties as princess, you were always by her side. It did not matter if court was being held in the throne room or if she need travel to Winterfell, you always accompanied her. The opportunity to travel was not something you’d expected to be fortunate enough to experience. For so many years all you knew were the boundaries of your family’s small farmland. Occasionally your father had you walk some five miles to the nearest village and back when in need of supplies, but that was all. By the start of your second year with the princess, you’d seen as far south as Sunspear, as far north as the Wall, and everything in between.

On one of those expeditions, this one going southeast to Storm’s End to meet a potential Baratheon suitor, among others, you rode along in the princess’s carriage. The thing was quite large to better accommodate the princess. Eight horses drew the wooden vehicle forward along the road. The spacious interior was lined with seats and cushions of the finest silks from Qarth. The princess lounged on one such seat, her long form stretched out almost to the other end of the carriage. You sat near her, watching her gaze out at the passing trees of the Kingswood. Moments like these, so near the princess in an enclosed space such as this, made her seem even larger than she was. Though recently, you couldn’t help but wonder if the princess had been growing. She seemed taller of late.

“Tumbleton’s not far from here,” the princess said. Your home. She remembered and it gave you a warm feeling inside.

“Indeed,” you said, “Just a little the other way.”

“Do you miss it?” the princess asked after a long pause.

You had to think about that for a moment. When you first moved to King’s Landing, you did feel quite homesick for the farm and your family, as strange as it was. You almost longed for the grueling farm work. As your time with the royal family got on, though, you thought about home less and less. You did miss your family still, your sisters in particular. Perhaps, you thought, you’d pay them a visit soon. “I do. I miss my sisters.”

Rhaenyra looked from the window to you and tucked her legs in closer. “What are they like?”

You recalled your childhood to the princess and told her of how you all got along most of the time, but you still bickered like true siblings should. You all worked together and fought with each other. Rhaenyra looked at you with fascination as you told each story.

Soon enough you could hear the waves crashing in the distance and knew Storm’s End was near. The head of column called for a halt and you and Rhaenyra were helped from the carriage and onto the stone path. The castle lie ahead, grey and dreary even in the sunlight. “This way, Princess.” Riders approached bearing the Baratheon standard and you knew you were in for a long visit.

The next day was the day of the proposals. Lord Baratheon kindly offered his seat in the throne room for Rhaenyra to receive her suitors. Some hours before you and the other lady servants the lord of Storm’s End offered during the royal visit all washed, dressed, and groomed to perfection. Several footstools were needed to reach the princess’s height and help with her jewelry. “It’s rather tight,” Rhaenyra said when one of the maidens tied up the back of her dress.

“My Lady,” one of the other maids said, “It’s the dress, I’m afraid. It doesn’t seem to be properly fit to your shape.”

The air in the room grew silent as they all waited for Rhaenyra’s response. Such a comment to the wrong noblewoman could mean death. Clearly, these women did not know Rhaenyra as you did.

“Bring another, then,” she said, breaking the tension. You helped remove the dress from her, thinking to yourself that this dress fit perfectly a week ago.

Instead, the princess dressed in a red dress with golden leaf patterns across the entire garment, and she went to listen to proposals that she’d already planned to decline.

After the proposals had finished, Rhaenyra returned to her chambers to “contemplate her choices”. In reality, she gossiped with you about the lords that presented. She asked your opinion on them all and which, if any, you would choose.

Upon returning to King’s Landing, Rhaenyra met with her father to discuss the suitors. You lingered near the king’s chambers pretending to be busy as you waited for the princess to finish. It was quiet for nearly an hour before the shouting started.

“I’m heir to the Iron Throne!” the princess yelled.

“You can be heir to the throne elsewhere!”

The door swung open then and the princess, in tears, stormed off down the hall. You discovered her in her chambers still crying, curled up on her bed. You approached with caution and set a hand on her shoulder. “He’s sending me to Dragonstone,” she said. You felt your heart sink. “He says there are rumors. About us.”

You climbed into bed beside her and started to cry too.

Rhaenyra boarded a ship for Dragonstone at the end of the month. You were there to see her off, the princess dressed in a black dress as you exchanged farewells with her. You could see her eyes were already watering before she boarded. You waited, along with the other maidens, watching the ship sail into the Blackwater Rush, and fade into the horizon.

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Cassie Lang

Tags/Warnings: Size Difference, romance, fluff(?), short, MCU

Length: 551

Summary: Kate and Cassie on a night out

A longer rendition of an earlier post.

The blaring police cars speed past them as they run along the empty sidewalk. They’ve just left a crime scene littered with unconscious and beaten bad guys. They were trying to rob a mom-and-pop bodega when Kate and Cassie just happened to be passing by. They weren’t planning on doing any superheroing tonight, but the job isn’t often convenient. They looked at each other for confirmation and agreed without a word.

They dipped into the closest alleyway and quickly got out of their civilian clothing to reveal their super suits beneath. Kate kept and updated her purple suit from her time with Clint while Cass changed hers from purple to red and black, like her dad’s.

They snuck into the bodega without drawing attention. Each of them wore a black ski mask and black clothing, almost invisible inside the darkness of the store. “Out for a late-night snack?” Cassie said. They all turned to see her standing at the front of the store, each of them raising handguns and batons. Arrows sailed out from the darkness and disarmed each goon. Cassie shakes her head, “Guns, so slippery.”

“Get her!” one of the criminals shouted and they all charged her at once. Their eyes were utter anger and violence. She rapidly grew to ten feet tall, and though she couldn’t see their faces, she knew they looked terrified. She punched one into a stack of boxes and kicked another back into the shadows of the store. Another one climbed her back and she threw him over her shoulder down to the ground. Kate’s arrows hit the floor and webs burst from the arrow tips, sticking each bad guy to the ground. “Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” Kate said as she emerged from the shadows.

Cassie shrunk to normal size, and the girls high-fived. Then Kate watched as a dark figure rose up behind Cassie, knife in hand. “Duck!” Cassie shrunk again and the swipe of the knife went over her head. Kate’s arrow hit him in the chest and forced him against a wall where more webs exploded and stuck him. “Thanks,” Cassie said.

They swapped back into their casual clothing just as they heard the police sirens approaching. They ran, the still shrunken Cassie standing less than five feet tall pulling along Kate who towered over her. They were both laughing as they ran. The police sped past them and finally, they stopped. They rested against an abandoned building, waiting for the sirens to fade away. Then they kept laughing, their breath visible in the cold winter air. They stared at each other. Kate slid down the wall to equal Cassie’s diminutive size. Then they kissed.

Kate slowly started to stand up again to keep kissing Cassie. Soon Cassie was her normal height, then the same height as Kate, then slightly taller.

“Cass…” Kate said, still kissing. “Cass.” Cassie wouldn’t let her speak. “Cassie, you’re gr-“

“I don’t care.”

Kate was on her tiptoes stretching as far up as she could to keep kissing her.

Finally, they stopped and Cassie was more than 7’ tall. Kate stared up at the giant blonde girl, giggling. Then Cassie scooped her up into her arms and carried her the rest of the way back.

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Kate Bishop standing on her tiptoes to kiss a slightly overgrown Cassie Lang.

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Pairing: Giantess!Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Giantess, Size Difference, brewing romance, fluff(?), idk, first time writing fic, completely separate from canon, slow

Length: 753

Summary: A quiet night with the princess. (Part 3 of ???)

GIF credit: 1: mercymaker

You can find Part 1 here & Part 2 here.

I'm not sure if I should make these longer. Do you prefer these bite-sized pieces of fic? Or longer chapters?

After Lady Alicent’s travel to her new home in the West, the princess was seldom seen. She retreated to her chambers after the ceremony and had only been seen a few times since. You still delivered her meals throughout the day, calling her name from behind the closed door. She never answered, and you left each silver tray at the foot of the door. When you returned some hours later to collect the utensils, they had barely been touched.

She seemed to be sustaining herself on words instead of food. Requests came to you by way of one of the knights guarding the princess's chambers, Rhaenyra requesting several books from the library. The knight provides you with a handwritten list and you went to fetch the collection of mostly story books. On the next day, you were ordered to return the stack and collect a new set.

One evening some weeks after Lady Alicent’s departure from the capitol, you were bringing a new set of books from the library to the princess’s room. It was dim throughout the keep’s corridors, lit only by the sconces on the walls. Here only your footsteps could be heard echoing off the stone floor. You paused when you reached the princess’s room, the door slightly ajar. No knight was present.  The temptation was immense, to peek inside, to see what she was doing, to simply say hello. You bit your lip as you approached, set the books down, and quickly turned away so you wouldn’t have time to convince yourself.

“Y/N.”

You froze, only having made it a few steps from the door. You turned, trying your best to look a model servant, hands at your side, curtsying when you saw her standing there in the doorway. 

All of your training is worthless in her presence. You simply wanted to melt. Her eyes pierced you, knew you. Her size so intimidating yet so graceful. You saw her standing there in the doorway looking somber, melancholy. Had she been crying?

“Join me.” She scooped up the pile of books and returned to her room leaving the door open.

It was not so dark in her room as it was throughout the rest of the keep. A fire crackled in the hearth casting an orange glow across the floor. The windows were all open letting moonlight spill on the walls and floor, the silk curtains blowing gently with a breeze off the Blackwater. Several candles were lit too, strategically placed at the table near the center of the room and by the princess’s bedside.

You didn’t know what to say or how to feel. Why did she bring you in here? Did she need new bedding? A mess cleaned up? Did she need you to stoke the fire for her? Whatever it was you would do without question. But more than anything you wished she would simply ask you to stay.

She sat on her bed and looked at you closely. “Come sit.” You joined her on her bed. It was huge, a sea of blankets and sheets. Even sitting beside her made your skin flush. She stretched out and rested flat on her back, her head in your lap. “Would you read to me?” she asked.

“Of course,” you replied. A book rested on the bedside table, The Good Queen. The book creaked as you opened the cover, an old leather-bound tome. “From the beginning?”

“Yes, please.”

You read of Queen Alysanne Targaryen and her time as consort, of her dragon Silverwing, and of her royal progress.

Sometime later, an hour, maybe half that, you reached the end of a chapter and glanced down to find the princess asleep in your lap. “Princess,” you said, but she didn’t wake. Carefully you set the book down and guided the princess’s head to her pillow. You pulled the great covers over her and went to the door.

“Wait.”

You paused just as you were about to close the door and saw the princess sitting up in bed, her eyes still half closed. “Stay with me?”

Something welled up in your chest, some kind of pressure. You forgot how to breathe, but with what breath you had left you said, “Of course.”

Almost forgetting how to walk, you wobbled your way to her bedside and removed your slippers before crawling into bed. It was warm beneath the blankets. The princess rested her head next to you, her eyes already closed again, breathing steady. “Thank you,” she whispered and fell asleep.

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Pairing: Giantess!Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Giantess, Size Difference, brewing romance, fluff(?), idk, first time writing fic, major changes to canon, slow

Length: 1.1k

Summary: You struggle for the princess's attention with little success. (Part 2 of ???)

GIF credit: 1: Unknown. 2: zen-coleman

You can find Part 1 here.

While highborn men often vexed you whenever they attempted to woo the princess, none of them irked you nearly as much as Lady Alicent Hightower. Alicent had been at court far longer than you’d been maid to Rhaenyra and her father Otto being lord hand to the king meant Alicent was practically a princess in her own right. Her dresses were elegant, her manners ladylike and proper, and she had the one thing that bothered you the most, a true friendship with the princess.

Even on your first day of service, it was clear the two girls were close. From sunrise to sundown if Rhaenyra had no obligations during the day, it was safe to assume she was somewhere with Alicent roaming the castle. Most often you’d find them in the godswood chatting and giggling together or reading from the great books kept in the keep’s library.

One morning Rhaenyra requested you to bring tea to the godswood. You found both highborn girls beneath the white tree, Alicent sitting with her back to the trunk, a large book in her lap. Rhaenyra rested on the ground, her head also in Alicent’s lap looking up at her as they spoke about some lord or other. You felt your skin go slightly hotter and paused in the archway to appear unbothered as you approached them. “You’re so kind,” Rhaenyra said as she sat up. You stood there as both girls took the cups from the tray. Not sure if you should stay or go, you politely stood off to the side silently hoping the princess might ask you to stay. “Thank you, Y/N. You may go.” Your heart sunk. Surely the princess didn’t mean anything by it. You knew you were finding a bad habit of thinking that you were anything more to the princess than a servant. Sure she might have occasionally sought you out for advice or told you something in confidence, but is that not a responsibility of handmaids? To listen?

Your thoughts kept returning to that day she cried to you and really opened up. The way she held you close and spoke about her father and his stubbornness. She spoke about how she wasn’t ready to marry and how she was feeling immense pressure to do so quickly. Strangely you recall the feeling and sweet lavender smell of her hair as she tucked her head under your chin. You remember how it felt to be held, warm, safe. It was something you wanted to feel again. So, you knew you needed to get her attention.

You started bringing her snacks and drinks unasked. She seemed surprised whenever you’d enter her chambers carrying a dish full of grapes or figs. “Oh, you’re so kind, Y/N.” You’d wait beside her hoping for more interaction, for her to speak to you unprompted. But she’d always resume whatever she was doing when you came in, and you’d leave disappointed once again.

It felt like her opening up to you was an accident, an abnormality in either of your lives. Maybe it was only because you were there and not who you were to the princess. If Alicent had been there instead of you, Rhaenyra likely would have acted the same, maybe even more emotionally. You weren’t a safe space for her, just a convenient one.

She made you feel even more invisible when you passed her in the hallways. The corridors of the Red Keep were of decent size, wide enough for three soldiers to walk abreast with little issue. Walking with the princess down them was another situation, however. You were taking silverware from the king’s quarters back to the kitchen when you heard the princess’s voice echoing down the hall. Her Grace and Ser Criston Cole walked together, the princess towering over the gallant knight, laughing at something he’d said. The two of them walking together left no room for anyone to pass by. She must not have seen you approaching and just as you were about to curtsy to her, the bottom half of her dress practically swallowed you whole. You were pushed against the stone wall trying to keep hold of all the plates and knives while silk pushed against your face, blinding you, practically suffocating you.

Soon it was over without even a glance from the princess. You hoped she simply hadn’t noticed you and that she wasn’t intentionally ignoring you, but you didn’t have the bravery to ask and returned to the task at hand.

On the morning of Lady Alicent’s name day, the king proposed a small gathering of the court for dinner and festivities. It was an extravagant yet modest affair with no reservations about the finest dishes and entertainment but to a crowd of no more than twenty. You, among other servants of the royal house, were on duty throughout the day by tending to any needs of the party guests.

The princess and Lady Alicent were practically attached at the hip, as was usual. Only once did the princess break away from the event, after Alicent announced her engagement to a highborn lord from the west. You watched her excuse herself from the dais and go out one of the servants' doors. You don’t know what compelled you but you took your tray with you and followed the way she went. You watched her pass through the kitchen keeping her head low as she made her way through the smaller corridors.

An idea came to you. You stopped to clear your tray in the kitchen and found one of the princess’s large goblets, nearly twice the size of a regular one, organized on a shelf. You filled it with Arbor red, set it on the tray, and went looking for her.

She was where you expected her to be, standing beneath the godswood and gazing past one of the arches towards the city. She didn’t hear you approach so you carefully said, “My lady.”

She turned to you. “Oh, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

Your heart was already racing in your chest just speaking to her. You opened your mouth to speak, once again stricken into near-paralysis from being so close to someone of her size. “I-I thought you might be thirsty.” It was the best excuse you could come up with on the spot.

The princess considered you carefully and took the cup. It looked normal-sized in her hand. She briefly peered into it and said, “I like you, Y/N.” She drank from the cup and turned her attention back to the city. “Thank you for the wine.”

You hesitated to leave, lingering just a little longer in hopes she might continue speaking to you, but she didn’t. You clutched the tray tight and walked back into the keep somehow feeling happier and sadder than when you arrived.

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Cassie takes care of sick reader

Pairing: Cassie Lang x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Size Difference, fluff(?), idk i thought it was cute

Length: 524 words

Summary: Cassie takes care of you when you're sick with a cold despite you wanting to be productive.

You felt like death. Your sinuses were both backed up, your face feeling like someone was squeezing you tight. Breathing through your mouth has been the only way to sleep the last few nights and it’s been absolute hell. Or it would’ve been hell if not for…

“I’m back! I’m back!”

The apartment shook when the door downstairs shut and when her footsteps shook the place and when she ran headfirst into the top of the door frame. She landed on her butt. “Ow!” Cassie, who’s only had her powers for a few months since escaping the quantum realm and after the powers of her suit merged with her. She was still getting used to them.

She shrank down to her normal size and tried going through the door again, this time without hurting herself. She carried a plastic bag from the pharmacy down the street. She dumped it onto the bed: nasal sprays, decongestants, cough drops, and tissues. “Oh! And…” She reached into her pocket and removed another, much tinier bag. She dropped a blue pym particle disc on it and it instantly grew to normal size. “Soup and crackers!”

The gratefulness and thanks filled you with warmth, so fortunate to have a friend like Cassie. Even if she could be a little…much sometimes. Especially in her efforts to help.

“Thank you,” you said, unwrapping a cough drop.

“I’ll get you a spoon and napkins from downstairs.” She ran off to fetch the utensils.

You’d been in bed for days at this point binging shows you’ve already seen a thousand times on Netflix. What you really wanted was to get some fresh air, actually be productive with your day rather than sit and wait. You were incredibly bored being home alone all day. You got out of bed and wrapped a robe around yourself as you walked, sniffling and sneezing, to your window to open it. Maybe you’d draw today, or journal something. You were feeling creative.

“Hey!” Cassie was back standing in the doorway. “What are you doing? You’re sick, you need to rest.”

“I’m fine, Cass. Really.”

“You don’t sound fine. And you’re letting the cold in.”

“Listen, thank you for everything. I’m already feeling better cause of you. I just want to get up and move around a little.”

She sighed. “Fine, but after your soup. You need to eat something.”

“I’ll get to it in a minute,” you said.

Then she was growing. You stood back watching her slowly grow taller. “Soup first.”

“Cass-“ you started but then you were up in the air, Cassie lifting you back onto the bed. “Eat. I’m not leaving until you do.” The giant girl stood looming over you.

You took a few sips of the broth and actually felt a little better, the warmth filling your bones. You almost laughed at how good it tasted. “Thank you.”

Cassie smiled at you. “I have to run, meet my dad for lunch. I’ll be back later this afternoon, cool?”

You agreed and she lifted you up into a big hug before carefully, slower this time, ducking to avoid hitting her head as she left.

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Pairing: Giantess!Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Giantess, Size Difference, brewing romance, fluff(?), idk, first time writing fic

Length: 1.3k

Summary: King Viserys wants a suitor for his daughter Rhaenyra soon. The princess is not so keen on the idea and would rather spend time alone with you. (Part 1? of ???)

Storm’s End was about what you’d imagined it would be. A huge bleak castle that eternally resists the rage of the waters beneath it. You knew King Viserys was adamant about finding his daughter Rhaenyra a suitor soon. But for the life of you, you could not understand why he would look here. The men all looked the same, tall and dark-haired and well-built. They spoke with flowery language as if each of them were singers as well as soldiers. All of them except for two. The Dondarrion lord was the oldest of the group, a man well past his prime with his greying beard and balding head. The other was a young man from the Riverlands, a Blackwood, short and looking like he could barely hold the sword he wore on his hip.

You couldn’t stand the thought of any of them being with the princess. The very thought made you strangely angry. Your rampant imagination was quickly put to rest each time a new man stepped forward. The princess casually glanced in your direction with a sly smile that only you knew. Her eyes would just as quickly return to the next man in line and hear their story, their pitch for marriage.

The princess in her flowing red dress made the Baratheon dais look comically small. The stone chair was clearly not made for someone of her stature. Even sitting she towered over Ser Criston who stood tall beside the dais. The sight of her squeezed into that chair recalled your first memory of meeting the princess. 

Just shy of two years ago you were brought in along with a handful of other young women as potential handmaids to the royal house. The princess sat at a table breaking her fast with her father the first time you saw her. You’d heard rumors of the princess’s stature before, tales and stories. But none of them did the reality any semblance of justice. It’s been said that Targaryens are closer to gods than men. You never really understood what that meant until you met the princess. She stood from her seat as you entered, her long flowing silken white gown spreading out on the floor. Two of the girls gasped, another began mumbling a prayer to the Mother, and all you could do was stare. The Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen stood nine feet tall, towering over everything and everyone in the room.

“Ladies, a pleasure for you to join us this morning,” King Viserys stepped forward, opening his arms in a welcome gesture. “This is my daughter Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne. We are eager to meet you this morning. The Red Keep, our home, is so large and busy that it takes nothing short of an army to staff it. I am told that each of you brings some valuable skills to that might assist us in more efficiently running our home. More specifically, you would be in the service of my daughter here.”

The Lord Protector of the Realm, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, first of his name, son of House Targaryen that survived the doom and rode dragons of legend stood right in front of all of you. And yet, no one looked at him. All eyes were on the princess behind him, towering over all with a beauty so radiant no song would ever do her justice.

She looked down at you and smirked. Or at least, you thought she did because in an instant it was gone and her face turned neutral, uninterested, once again.

Your trials as a potential handmaid were rather rough. You were no stranger to mishaps and mistakes, often forgetting tasks or mishandling running baths for the princess. You thought certainly you would not earn the position and have to return to your meager farmhouse in the Riverlands where your father worked you to exhaustion tending to the animals.

You were met with immense surprise upon hearing that you’d been asked for specifically by the princess. You met her in her bedchambers after your selection. She was standing by the open window overlooking the Blackwater when you arrived. She somehow seemed even larger than before, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for her acknowledgment. “I’m so pleased you accepted the offer.” She finally turned to face you, and began walking toward you. “Would you mind fetching me some fruit from the kitchen?”

You’d almost forgotten yourself. “As it pleases you, my lady.”

Over weeks you began with simple tasks of running bath water, helping clothe the princess, fetching food, and tending to visitors. The princess offered you little in terms of conversation as you found her to be rather quiet, not shy by any means, but definitely a woman of very few words. She often spoke with her eyes, giving the most subtle signs of approval and disapproval that you began to pick up on.

Even after months in her service, you never became accustomed to her stature. Each time you saw her was like seeing her for the first time again. When she walked with the tallest and most gallant knights, she made them look the size of children. Some seats in the keep were specifically designed to accommodate her size, though very few of the doorways were high enough for her to pass through without ducking.

You being barely waist high to her frequently required a stepstool to fix her hair or properly fit her dresses. It was during these times that she spoke to you the most. As you stood behind her fitting a jeweled tiara onto her head she asked your opinion on her father, her uncle Daemon, political matters, and what lord you thought might make a good husband.

Even to you, the bond you were forming during these times was not obvious, but it did help alleviate some of the tension whenever you were in a room with her.

Your thoughts of past times with the princess are shattered as the sound of a sword being drawn echoes throughout the Round Hall. The Blackwood boy had drawn his sword and was facing the Bracken lord. The princess stood soon after and strided around the crowd followed closely by Ser Criston. “Come, Y/N,” she said as she walked past you.

There was the sound of swords clashing and then a pained cry. Rhaenyra did not pause to see the result of the fight.

You overheard the princess arguing with her father some days later after your return to King’s Landing. You did your best to not intentionally listen, but their voices carried down the corridor just outside the princess’s bedchambers. “Marriage is necessary, Rhaenyra. The future of our house rests on you and you alone.”

“I understand that, father. Don’t you want me to find a man that is not only suitable but one that I take a liking to? Those storm lords are little more than well-dressed soldiers. Not lovers, not husbands, not fathers. All they know is how to fight and die.”

Their argument carried on for another hour as they fought back and forth over the topic, the king constantly bringing up other highborn men as possibilities. Rhaenyra eventually had heard enough and stormed out of his solar and into her chambers. She shut the door behind her and slid to the floor in tears. This was the first time you’d seen her cry in earnest. You approached her cautiously. “My lady, are you alright?”

“Fine, Y/N. I’m fine.” She wiped the tears away. It was strange seeing something so large appear so vulnerable. You placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked at you. Her lilac eyes piercing you. She leaned her head against your shoulder and began crying even harder. Her larger hands found your lower back and pulled you in closer as she wept.