Destinies of Life - Aegon Targaryen x Reader
thank you for the kind feedback, I was expecting like maybe 3 people to read the first part lmao. I used an english to valyrian translator so forgive me if it was wrong. let me know what y'all think! also if anyone will show me how to to the line break, i thank you and send kisses.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to. This story is my own and I ask no one to copy my work.
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You didn't remember what the servant brought you for dinner. After you ate, you changed into your nightgown and laid down, the servant tended the fire before she left after delivering your meal. You lay on your side, a slow stream of tears down your face, wetting a small patch of your pillow.
You once read in a book about how grief was different for everyone, which made sense because you didn't feel like sobbing or throwing things in anger. Maybe you were in the denial phase even though a part of you accepted your mother was dead. You remember when your brothers died, you didn't sob hysterically or throw bits of anger at anyone like your mother did. Instead, you did the same as you are doing now, silently suffering. You felt like you didn't want to bother anyone or share your pain. But you also didn't want to wallow around in it, because what good what that do. Maybe your Septa's teachings truly worked, a princess must always put on her best face through the worst of it all. Don't let them see you down or wounded, your enemies will only use it against you. though all of it was easier said than done.
You awoke with the beginning of sunrise, hearing the seagulls off in the distance calling to one another. Another cool breeze drifted through your chambers, lightly blowing the curtains from the slightly open window. You nuzzled the side of your face into your pillow; arms and legs coiling in an inwards pull to the core of your body, taking in any last bits of comfort and warmth from your comfortable bed.
You rolled onto your back and stared at the top of your canopy for a few moments before sitting up in bed. You looked around your chambers, it was still organized chaos as your stepfather would have put it. While it wasn't a mess, items were certainly in a state of disarray but you always argued if you needed to find anything you could, as you remember exactly where you last put it. Though now you had to remember there would never be another time of your stepfather making jokes about the state of your chambers or your mother scolding you to be a more organized girl. This would be your last morning here for all you'd know.
You turned your head to the door, letting out a yawn, "You may come in." you called out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes.
The door was slowly opened by a guard who stepped in, holding the door open for the train of maids who came in with pails of hot water. They all apart from one went to your bathing rooms and began to fill the bathtub.
"Good morning, my princess. I thought you'd like a bath before you leave Dragonstone and head to Kings Landing." the maid, Myra said with a warm smile and a curtsy. It was impressive how she was able to do so whilst holding a pail of hot water.
You returned the smile, "I would love that, thank you, Myra. I believe my bathing oils are already in there. Do you believe there is enough time to wash my hair as well?" you replied, pushing back the heavy blanket and swinging your legs to the edge of the bed.
"Absolutely, princess, I hoped you would want to do that. The cooks are about to begin preparing breakfast and very few others are awake yet, I should have you all cleaned and dried off by the time breakfast is served." Myra replied.
"Thank you, you are always so on top of things." You replied, then standing up and giving a small stretch of your body.
Myra nodded her head and headed to your bathing chambers to prepare for your bath. You saw the other maids head back for more pails of water, usually it took 12 large pails of hot water to fill your pearly white bathtub, only 6 maids came with Myra this morning so they'd only have to make one more trip.
You walked across the chilly stone floor to the open window, pushing back one of the blowing curtains. You peered out the window, resting your arms on the sill. Another breeze came making you close your eyes and take in a deep breath before slowly letting it out and opening your eyes. It was beautiful outside, even with the sun just beginning its ascent in the sky. The horizon was a purple-pink color, the waves of the sea lazily coming to shore, the seagulls riding the winds effortlessly. You wanted to enjoy the calm serenity, even though you were starting to feel the weight of guilt settle in your stomach. How could you enjoy the beautiful sunrise and the warming morning winds when your mother, stepfather, and brothers were dead? How was it fair that they were dead and you were alive? A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away as you heard the shuffling feet across the floor. You turned your head to see the rest of the maids back, heading to your bathing chambers with their large pails of hot water. You gave them a small smile, and in return, they bowed their heads as they walked quickly past you.
You took one last look out the window before turning on your heel and letting your arms fall from the window sill. You leisurely followed the trail of maids to your bathing chamber; as you walked in you saw the last pail of hot water being poured into the bathtub and Myra pouring in some of your favorite bath oils and salts. She dismissed the maids who bowed their heads as they walked past you out of the chamber with their large pails in hand.
"Well, princess the bath is ready for you and I've instructed the ladies to begin to pack your things whilst you bathe. Anything, in particular, you want to be put into your travel trunk that will be in your chambers on the ship for easy access?" She asked approaching you, motioning for you to raise your arms.
"Just a few books so I can read and a few changes of clothes." You said raising your arms for Myra to slip off your nightgown.
Goosebumps begin to form on your body feeling the chilly morning air.
"Of course, I'll let them know. I'm going to have them leave out a cloak just in case you decide to wear one on the boat if it gets chilly." She replied, setting aside the gown and offering you her hand. You accepted it and raised one leg up and over the rim of the bathtub and then the other, feeling the nice hot water welcome you. She let go of your hand as you begin to lower yourself in the tub, grabbing the side of the bathtub to steady yourself as you lowered down.
The warm water felt like a warm hug, you scooted forward bringing your chest to your knees and dipped your head back into the water, and submerged yourself, holding your breath for a few seconds before coming back to the surface. You wiped the water away from your eyes, as much as you loved being in the hot water and getting clean, you knew you had to be quick so you could get to breakfast before boarding the boat.
You heard muffles of Myra's voice only bits and pieces of her words, you made out that she was instructing the ladies on how to properly pack your things and what to leave out. You'd miss her dearly.
"Alright, my love, let's get to cleaning you up," Myra said walking quickly back into the room.
You grabbed a bottle of your favorite vanilla-honey liquid soap and began to pour a small bit into your hand.
"Good plan, you clean your body and I'll clean your hair." She said grabbing a bottle of your shampoo and putting little squirts on different sections of your head.
You let out a small giggle, "Did you think I'd be lazy and make you do it all yourself?"
"No, thankfully I'm lucky that you can manage quite well yourself," she said with a smile in her voice, hands massaging the shampoo into your hair.
You both began to work on cleaning your designated areas, You rubbed the soap onto your body quickly and diligently as Myra worked on your head, the amazing massage almost made you fall back asleep.
"Princess, may I ask you something freely?" Myra said, caution in her voice.
"Of course," you replied, finishing up with your soap, and grabbing a cloth to wash your face.
"I heard you are to marry King Aegon," she said with a pause almost contemplating her words, "How do you feel about that?" she asked, nervously.
You let out a breath, gently letting your hand fall into the water to wet it. "I haven't had much time to think, truthfully. I know people must think I'm mad to marry him after my mother's death, but if this is what ends the war and keeps my remaining brothers alive, then I will do it." You brought the cloth up to your face and gently scrubbed it behind your ears and down your neck, "Though I hope has changed from the irresponsible whore, as his reputation has been for years."
"Are you happy about it?" she asked, grabbing the last bucket of hot water and a cup.
You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm not sure, I just hope he is a somewhat decent husband to me. Gods know he barely paid any attention to sweet Helaena and slept his way through half the brothels on the Street of Silk whilst they were married." You began to gently scrub at your face.
She scooped some water into the cup from the bucket and tilted your head back to pour water over your head, using her free hand to rub at your scalp where the water was going.
She kept at is quietly on the different parts of your head until she saw all the shampoo was out and the bucket was empty. She squeezed what water she could out of your wet hair.
"All done, princess." She said giving you a small pat on your upper arm.
You stood up with Myra wrapping a warm, dry thick cloth around you and helped you step out of the bathtub. You were ushered over to a stool, where you rubbed your body oils on and Myra rubbed another cloth through your hair to dry it as quickly as she could.
One of the ladies brought in your small clothes and dress and helped you put the clothes on quickly so Myra could brush out your hair and put some braids in.
"Still damp underneath but it should be dry by the time you get to the boat, princess," Myra said, running her hands through your wavy silver hair.
You smiled back at her, putting in your earrings whilst a maid put on your stockings and shoes.
"Are you excited to become queen, princess?" the maid asked, slipping on your shoes.
Myra gave her a soft kick and a damning look. The maid muttered an apology sheepishly
"Truly Myra, it's fine." you said putting out a soft hand to calm, "I haven't had much time or training I'm afraid but I'm going to do my best," you replied looking at the maid who was now tying your shoe, giving her a smile. She sat your foot on the ground gently and looked at you with a smile before standing up.
You made your way down to breakfast after making sure your things were packed well and giving a final goodbye to your chambers.
You entered the dining room to find the only people there be the servants and cooks who were setting the table, each greeting you with a smile and a 'good morning princess', you smiled and thanked them before taking a seat. You grabbed a plate and picked a few breakfast items and grapefruit juice to begin. Quietly you ate for a few minutes, before a few of Aegon's advisors and men came trailing in as well, some taking a seat, others grabbing a quick bite and leaving. You wanted to enjoy your last few moments at home as long as you could. The sunlight cascaded through the windows of the room.
Minding your own business and eating quietly, you were startled when you heard chairs scraping backward and cutlery hitting the plates. You looked up to see Aegon had entered the dining hall as well. You carefully scooted your chair back and curtsied to him as his men bowed.
"Good morning, I hope everyone slept well, we will be heading to Kings Landing soon after breakfast. The maesters have informed me the winds are good for sailing, so I hope we can get back home in less than three days." Aegon said, standing with his hands crossed in front of him, looking around the room.
You sat back down and resumed eating as the men nodded and some gave their good mornings to the king as he made his way over to you, taking the seat on your right.
"Visenya, good morning. Are you ready to head to the capital?" he greeted you with a grin, grabbing a muffin and fruit for his plate.
You swallowed the grapefruit juice you were sipping. "Yes, Ae- my king. Though I do have a question," you replied, setting down your cup.
He hummed in response for you to continue, you noticed he looked clean and he had light bags under his eyes. You assumed he was up late not getting much sleep.
"Are Vermithor and Silverwing still alive?" You asked, watching him pour himself some grapefruit juice.
He looked at you and nodded his head, "Yes, I made sure to keep them well and looked after during the night." he said, taking his knife and cutting the muffin in half.
"Can I bring them to Kings Landing with us?" you asked hopefully.
He nodded his head again, "Of course. Though the dragon pit was destroyed, I hope to have it rebuilt within the next year or so. I don't know where we will keep them, perhaps let them reside in the Kingswood clearing like Vhagar did, though she preferred the beaches from what my late brother told me. I am not sure where Sunfyre will hang out until the pit is rebuilt." he answered, letting out a breath of stress.
You grinned widely, catching his eyes as he took a bite of his muffin. He smiled back shyly still chewing.
"Is it okay if I go tell them? I want them to know where I've gone and that they are welcome to come," you questioned, taking another sip of your juice.
He nodded again wiping his mouth with his cloth napkin. "Yes, you can, I just ask you to be quick since we need to catch the winds," he said, then softly touching your hand that was resting on the table lowering his voice so only you could hear him, "I do plead that you try not to make an escape or anything, Visenya. We made an agreement to marry for peace and life, I don't want any surprises at the moment, so please take a guard," he instructed.
You looked at him with confusion and furrowed brows, "Try anything? Aegon, sorry, my king, all I want is peace and for my brothers to be alive and safe, I give you my word I won't make an escape attempt, I just want to see my dragon." you whispered back.
He gave a nod of understanding before calling to a few guards, instructing them to lead you to your dragon.
After walking quickly down to the beach, catching a glimpse of your things being loaded onto the awaiting ships, you caught sight of your beautiful bronze dragon, Vermithor, nestled happily on the beach with Silveriwng close by. You practically ran to him, though nervous to alarm the guards.
"Oh ñuha dōna Vermithor!" you called out to him in a sing-song voice. Oh my sweet Vermithor!
The giant beast opened his eyes and raised his head, seeing you walk towards him, he let out a happy rumble. You reached out a hand to touch his enormous snout, feeling his warmth. You noticed the guards behind you stop a few dozen feet from the giant dragon.
"Iksan jāre naejot dārys tegorīr naejot jiōragon married. Isn't bona kirimves?" you said, giving him a rub which gained another happy rumble from him. I'm going to Kings Landing to get married. Isn't that fun?
You put your other hand on him and leaned your head against him, you felt a vibration, some sort of happiness for you.
"Jaelan ao se Silverwing naejot māzigon lēda nyke. Though nyke won't sagon able naejot kipagon ao konīr. Yn nyke kivio kosti jikagon sōvegon." you said, giving him a kiss on his warm skin. I want you and Silverwing to come with me. Though I won't be able to ride you there. But I promise we can go flying soon.
He let out a groan, making you laugh. It was some sort of, We will come but I wish you could fly. He loved flying, he was happiest with you and his mate.
"Iksi naejot henujagon aderī, sepār gīmigon skori ao jiōragon konīr, se zaldrīzes ripo iksis dombo. Nyke gīmigon ao couldn't fit isse konīr dombo. Yn kostā umbagon isse se Kingswood." you instructed. We are to leave soon, just know when you get there, the dragon pit is no more. I know you couldn't fit in there anymore anyways. But you can stay in the Kingswood.
He rumbled once more moving his tail in a happy way, similar to a dog, making the guards nervous. Vermithor communicated that he understood. You gave him another kiss and a few more rubs before returning to your guards. You felt a relief knowing your mount was alive and safe.
"Princess, it appears everyone is boarding the ships, it is time to leave." one of the guards said, looking over his shoulder at the dock and then back to you. You nodded your head and walked along the beach towards the ship, behind you, Vermithor made a cooing noise, almost as if to say, see you soon. You giggled at him.
You looked around you whilst making the walk to the dock, who knows when the next time you'd see Dragonstone and all of its beauty. You even enjoyed having to march through the coarse sand. As you stepped onto the dock and began walking towards the ship you felt the future begin to sink in.
You were to marry Aegon, the man who put your mother to death by dragon fire and who held your life, as well as your brothers in his hands. The man who cheated on Helaena and never took his birthright seriously. The man who usurped his throne and called your brothers bastards. The man was responsible for so much death and destruction. You put your hand to your stomach, starting to feel warm and slightly nauseous.
"You alright, princess?" one of the guards who was helping load the ship asked.
You nodded your head, "I'm not fond of sea journeys is all." you replied looking at him.
"You Targaryens are spoiled by your dragons, I reckon they make travel faster than what a boat for us simple men is," he replied, finishing up with the loading as you approached the ramp up to the boat.
You turned around one last time and looked at mighty Dragonstone, the seat of your ancestors and what had been your home for so many years. It had memories, good and bad. Maybe Kings Landing could be a new start for you, something fresh. You had little memories of it from when you were a child. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out, almost as if giving the island a kiss goodbye.
You turned, picked up your skirts, and headed up the ramp, boarding the ship to take you to your new home and destiny. You looked around, not quite sure what to do or where to go, just wanting to get out of the way. Suddenly another guard approached you.
"Princess, allow me to escort you to your lodgings until we get to the capital," he said, holding out an arm for you to follow him.
"Thank you, sir, for I feel useless and in the way at the moment," you said, following him as he lead you down the stairs of the ship and into small yet comfortable lodgings. You stepped into the room cautiously, looking around and noticing a small bed, a desk, and two chairs next to the window. It would do for a few days until you got to your new home.
Soon you had set sail with everyone on board, you sat in your chair with one of the books that Myra had left out for you, Queen Consorts of the Seven Kingdoms. You almost laughed as you saw the title, Myra had a sense of humor about things that most others didn't understand. At the moment you appreciated it, might as well learn from your predecessors. That's when you also remembered that the direct predecessor was still alive and waiting for your arrival in Kings Landing. You had to admit you were not looking forward to seeing her again. The woman who basically started the whole war.
You decided to push her from your mind and enjoy your reading, hoping the three days would go by quickly. After a few hours of reading and listening to the waves, there was a knock at your door, you looked up as it was opening revealing Aegon and a maester.
You smiled and stood up, giving a curtsy, only to see Aegon put out his hands and give a small shake of his head with a smile, "No need for that Visenya, not when you are to be my wife." he said, walking towards you and sitting in the chair next to you as the maester set down a few things on the table.
"How are you finding your lodgings?" Aegon asked, looking at you curiously.
"They are nice and comfortable, thank you," you said, closing your book.
"Of course, I'm glad they are to your liking," he said, playing with a ring on his finger. "I heard from one of the guards you get sea sick so I had the maester bring you an ailment to help, though it has some Milk of the Poppy in it so it will make you sleep." he finished, motioning over to the maester who was mixing the concoction.
"Thank you, that's thoughtful and kind of you," you said, accepting the cup from the maester who handed it to you. the liquid was a pale blue color and didn't have much of a smell. You quickly drank it before handing it back to the maester, thanking him as he left the room leaving you and Aegon.
You two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Aegon spoke up, "I'm sorry," he started looking at you, catching your eyes, and you raised your eyebrows. "I'm sorry about your mother, about the war, all of it." he apologized, maintaining eye contact.
You nodded your head, feeling a tightness in your throat, "I'm sorry too, our family has brought so much death and destruction, I wish it didn't happen the way it did." you replied, almost choking on your words.
He nodded his head, gazing down at his ring and back up at you, "I know it's hard, but I want to move on from it all. I don't want us to be at each other's throats or hate each other for the rest of our lives over this. I want to try Visenya, I do." he confessed, looking back up at you, violet eyes meeting violet eyes.
You nodded your head, taking a breath, "I do too, I think we both have a lot of anger and hurt Aegon, but I want us to be cordial together. I have heard of husbands and wives who can't get through sitting at dinner together and I don't want that." you responded.
He pursed his lips and gave a small nod, "I never saw my mother and father be loving with one another, I don't want a repeat of that, I already had that once with poor Helaena," he said with a pause, "I've already sent a raven to Kings Landing informing everyone there about our marriage. I hope you don't mind but it's not going to be some big affair, just small." he said, moving his hands dramatically at 'big affair'.
You giggled slightly at his hand movements, "I don't mind at all, there are other things more important than a grand wedding. Us marrying is the important part, I don't mind foregoing festivities and dramatics for the sake of peace." you said, setting your book down on the table where the maester once was.
"I'm glad, I didn't want to potentially disappoint you, but a typical royal wedding would be too costly at the moment and I really need to rebuild the dragon pit and parts of the capital," he explained, reaching over and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
You brought your hand up and caught him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, "I've never known a responsible Aegon, where did he come from?" you joked.
He smiled taking your hand in his, "He had to be forged together once he unwillingly became king. I had to learn quickly that I couldn't be sneaking off to brothels or ignoring counsel meetings anymore. I had to take things seriously for the sake of my family and kingdom. It's not like I could sneak off anymore, my grandfather had guards after me like a hawk after their prey. At the time I hated it, but now I'm thankful he did it for me." he explained, rubbing your hand with his thumb.
You felt a new emotion in your chest, something you couldn't describe but for now you would take it as a sort of pride for him. "Well I'm glad he was forged together, I don't think I'd want to be married to the Aegon you were before you were king, no offense at that." you breathed out.
He laughed, "No one wanted to be married to that Aegon, poor Helaena was a saint for putting up with me. But I'm much happier with myself now."
"Good I'm glad you're happier with yourself," you said with another surge of emotion you couldn't explain, maybe relief?
You felt yourself becoming drowsy and let out a yawn, covering your mouth. "I'm sorry," you said sheepishly.
"You're fine, I promise, like I said there is milk of the poppy in the ailment that he gave you." Aegon replied.
"I think I might take a nap. If I'm lucky I will sleep this whole trip," you said with a laugh, pulling your hands back into your lap.
Aegon stood up with a stretch, "Well consider yourself lucky because when you're king, no one leaves you alone until you demand them to. As much as I want too, I know at the moment it's all important war clean up so I can't ignore them."
You felt another yawn come on, "How is Sunfyre?" you asked, wanting to curl up.
"Still recovering from Rooks Rest, I can't fly with him at the moment so he's flying himself back to Kings Landing. I saw Vermithor and Silverwing heading that way as well," he replied, heading towards the door.
You nodded your head, "Hopefully he will make a full recovery."
"I'm going to let you rest, if you need anything let one of the servants know," Aegon said opening the door and stepping out, gently shutting the door behind him.
You sat for a few more moments in your chair before taking off your shoes and dress, remaining in your small clothes, and climbing into bed. Your last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were wishing you invited Myra along to Kings Landing and hoping your new feelings for this new-responsible-Aegon would not get crushed.
