Corlys: If you’re saying I pick favorites you’re wrong! I love all my granddaughters equally!
Later
Corlys: Oh when was YN born? It was a spring morning. The air was just getting warmer and the flowers were blooming. It was like the whole world became just right on that day.
Also Corlys: When were Baela and Rhaena born?…Uh I think winter? I was probably at sea when it happened, so I’m not sure
warnings: obsession, implied murder, gaslighting, abuse of power, incarceration,
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Viserys Targaryen - compelling
The King of the seven Kingdoms Viserys was a man who enjoyed throwing parties, organizing tournaments and making peace.
He was happiest when his family and people were well…and his beloved wife.
Aemma Arryn, his first wife, who had once been the only one in his life to make him happy with Rhaenyra, was now over.
His little Rhaenyra soon grown up with Lady Alicent in the gardens for hours he had to realize that it was time to marry again.
He was the king every party tried to turn his daughters to him but the king had his violet eyes on a lady for a long time.
A lady-in-waiting to his former wife, a flower at court who held back until the dragon approached her.
Viserys beneath all the friendly smiles, the jokes and his fascination with his true home of Valyria was one thing above all…a man with power and a man with power was everything in his world.
He was the blood of the dragon, the head of the family and even without a dragon, as king he had the influence he needed.
She was his and with his peaceful smile he had married her that long spring in King's Landing.
Had flattered her with gentleness, vulnerability and gifts…even though she never had a choice.
Had publicly executed any voices that dared to call his wife a mistake and the age of peace wavered, his allies became uncertain and his small council had more to discuss.
Despite everything, he didn't care, for the first time he became his half-grandfather Maelor Targaryen.
He took a new dragon Vermithor and for his wife the dragoness Dreamfyre, "I know it may seem intimidating darling but now you belong to me she will accept you" he encouraged her.
Viserys stood behind her his one hand placed on her side never gently always with a certain pressure, a pressure that let her know he would not let her go.
His other hand placed on hers gently and warmly as he instructed her to touch Dreamfyre's snout.
They would fly through the air together like Jahaerys and Alysanne they would fulfill the dragon dreams and she would not die with a dragon by both their sides she would have a son and he would keep his wife in the flesh….er would not make the same mistake again.
Her prayers for him to come to the realization that she was not a Targaryen were ignored with a kiss, a warning look or a raise of his voice.
"Forgive me, darling, but you see once you're sitting up it's not so bad, is it?" he asked as she sat on Dreamfyre.
Completely stiff and afraid, giving him a forced smile that satisfied him.
"No-no it's…wonderful so beautiful" she replied and held on tightly to the harness of the dragoness who seemed confused and didn't know why a non-dragonblood was sitting on her.
But all this seemed to be just the beginning of the forced dragon excursions, during which she hid her deadly fear under smiles and gratitude.
The parties and games all for her to make her happy.
She was not Aemma, no, she was something he could make her into.
His perfect Targaryen wife who would fulfill his dragon dreams and he would do anything to keep her happy with fire and blood.
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Corlys Velaryon - taking
The Sea Serpent a legendary merchant, sailor with the blood of ancient Valyria and two dragons in his family.
A man who honored the wealth and influence of the Hightower family and one of the lords and men of the small council.
He was one of the king's most important and powerful allies and had blood that once belonged on the throne.
Above all, he is also a legendary sailor and the old tradition of sailors is not only dedicated to the sea but also to the women he met on the voyage, who he kept in inns or simply took.
Adventure and exotic animals were the sailor's domain, but one day they had been at sea for two years.
The sea serpent longed for a woman, his crew longed for the warm embrace of a woman and perhaps it was in a moment of alcohol or frustration that they headed for the next best island and pulled off a heist, a heist in which he got himself a mermaid.
Her voice softly pouring him a beer minutes before, now yelling at him to let her go as he grabbed her and took her onto his ship.
The captain had finally found the pearl on his journey and he would use this beauty for more than just the night.
"Let me go back to my home!" she protested, trying to get the door of his cabin open, his sweetie had not yet realized that the ship had been at sea again for hours.
A smile escaped him as he approached her and saw her practically throw herself against the door before the wood gave way and she fell to the deck in front of his crew.
"Mermaid, I told you this was your home now," he reminded her as he pulled her up by the arm so she could see the sea, the wood of the ship and his crew.
From then on, she was initially his, locked up like a fish in a box in his cabin, serving him.
But after a few days he let her on deck and gave her small tasks to do, keeping her at work so that she didn't have to think about home.
At night he made her happy by taking her at his own pleasure, making it clear to the crew that she was his.
He tried to teach her his passion for sailing on smaller ships and took her ashore with him, even if she ran in next to him.
"Pearls and shells for a beautiful woman of the water" he praised her and bought her a glittering necklace of the ocean which he put on her.
His hand gripped her chin firmly and demanded a kiss in thanks…in the end she would do what he wanted her to do, he was in charge of her.
At the end of the journey he saw how nervous and energized she became his pretty mermaid probably thought he would take her home.
"You are now a woman of the water and a woman of the household Velaryon my love" he shattered her hopes as he saw tears running down her cheeks.
Salty as the sea which he brushed away and pulled her to him his fingers playing with the necklace.
The necklace with pearls and shells a sign that she was his, his concubine as soon as they returned to Driftmark.
He would deal with Rhaenys and his children had to accept it, but a sea serpent would find a way to wrap itself around his favorite.
To sneak up to her at night and make her feel like she had never left his boat. "I have taken you and you are mine…never forget that" he had said to her that night and gently stroked her cheek.
The same thing he now did every night knowing that she could do nothing but nod.
Agree with him and hide behind her savior when the wrath of the water dragons and the princess came crashing down on her.
Because he always had a hand on her…a protective hand for his property.
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Otto Hightower - paranoid
Otto Hightower a man of pride, influence and an old rich house of trade with the great rock tower at Oldtwon.
The brother of the head of the house the hand of King Viserys and with his children Alicent and Gwayne with whom he pursued his own plans that would come to pass in time.
But since the death of Jaehaerys, the leech had attached itself to the new King Viserys, influencing him, drilling him and replacing his own tokens with the green of the Hightower.
The green of the House of Hightower took over more and more slowly but surely…until the day he lost his beloved wife.
His lady wife dead, he had loved her, enjoyed her love, had children…but despite her death after his grief and after seeing that damned grin from the rugged Prince Daemon, the leech felt the Targaryen's poisoned blood for the first time.
Leading his daughter to Viserys, taking his own son to the city to keep an eye on Dameon while the lord himself resorted to a game that would bring him both influence and a woman he had seen long before.
Since trading with the Baratheons his grandchildren were related to the Baratheons, Ser Otto had taken himself a wife of the house.
The blue eyes and the black hair the blood of the stag flowed through her and since his marriage he felt something.
What was at first a mere plaything that could be moved now became something he was afraid to lose.
"I will vow to the gods to protect you my lady" he had told her as he had draped the cloak around her, his hand on hers and kissed her.
She was pretty was the prettiest of the house prettier than the princesses, prettier than the queens she was prettier even than his first wife.
She was his and he would not let him lose her in the upcoming fight for the throne for which the foundations had already been laid with the birth and the years after Aegon's birth his first grandson.
With that came the first dispute and another and another and at the latest when Daemon returned from the Stepstones and his violet dragon eyes settled on the new wife of the Hand, Otto felt his hand on hers.
Jealousy was more poisonous than any poison he had ever used.
It was jealousy that kept him awake at night when he lay next to his beloved doe, his fingers gently playing with strands of her hair, the color green adorning her clothing.
Before the king and the law, she was his, "But what if she isn't? What if something happens?" he asked the questions and watched as she continued to grind fiddly.
While he lost himself more and more in the spiral in which she was seduced by the Targaryen prince night after night.
Dameon was the greatest enemy to himself and his family and the prince was known to stop at nothing.
Especially not when the war was brewing and Otto saw what this conflict was capable of when not only Harrenhal burned but Daemon killed Vaemond in front of everyone and Otto stood in defense of his wife.
"It's done enough dear this is for love and your safety…I will not lose what is mine" he said as he practically fled with her to Oldtown.
She was taken to the tower and even though the rooms were large and the tower encouraged exploration it was her insecurity that clung to the stone as Otto became more paranoid and insecure.
Doubling the guards was just a way of keeping her safe, every meal had to be tasted and he was the only one with the golden key to her room.
He graced her with his presence as often as he could, but in his dark eyes, once soaked with love, there was nothing but obsession and paranoia.
His hands held hers painfully as she looked up at him on the bed and he made sure that no one was here, that there was no flame burning that he hadn't lit himself.
"You are safe here with me in this tower and no dragon or prince will change that I will not allow you to be taken from me by him" he murmured but his gaze seemed to pass through her as he turned with hatred towards the first prince of the realm.
His beloved wife was his and no one would come near her in his paranoid existence no one would harm her as long as his beloved just stayed here.
Even if the dragon fire broke over them she was his and he would rather raise the sword against himself and her than let Dameon even near her for was this not the duty of a man to his beloved wife?
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Larys Strong - controlling
House Strong whose then head held the hand of the king for a time, the firstborn son a legendary knight and a member of the Golden Capes with the secondborn son in the shadow - Larys Strong.
Clubfoot as he was called by his enemies and any others who hoped to hurt him, a nickname he was long accustomed to in his role as advisor to the queen and someone who had his insects everywhere to see and hear.
But most of all, he was slowly getting what he wanted…the deaths of some for his own advancement.
The advancement of his own house, and the king of whom he knew that with his connections he could get even more of what he wanted.
The death of his brother and father in the tragic fire made Larys Strong the Lord Strong of his house and the castle the only man with the crest and the one who could now assert that right undisturbed.
So it was that he continued to stay in hiding at the side of the Queen of the Witches, assisting her with the little nasty things and killing his insects off the corpses.
While for all the others he remained the ignorant one with the clubfoot while he realized that the party of the blacks wanted his head soon but for that they had to get it first which is why the lord stayed around the castle…until he found her in his vaults as Lord Confessor and Master of the Whisperers.
He found a pretty butterfly in his cells between his cages. "A sight I don't often see, what beauty has strayed here, deceiver?" he asked as he stood in front of the cell, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
He knew he was a lady-in-waiting of Rhaenyra who had helped her queen to escape and was captured. So why shouldn't a cripple put something beautiful at his side?
Why shouldn't he also show what a lord had the power to do?
Because he had her life in his hands and she had no choice when he came into the cell, his torturers beside him ready to use the hot iron rods on her.
It didn't take much more than two fingers for her to land the golden brooch of her queen's dragon next to her severed body parts and she swore herself to him.
"You will see I am not a man of cruelty my butterfly…I can be gentle but you know that" he murmured to her as she came into his chambers with bandages wrapped around her two stumps but he had already provided replacements.
She was his, his to dominate and control was something he had always had in one way or another and he would not give that up.
By putting on the golden finger prostheses with the symbol of butterflies and insects, it was just a small sign that she was his.
The clothes that were once black with dragon symbols turned green and matched his color.
He raised his hand from the walking stick to use it to play with a strand of her hair. "Nothing is more beautiful than seeing you" she greeted him when they met, whether at lunch, in the morning or in the garden.
He saw her tense up, her wince when he ran his hand over her golden prostheses and kissed her.
But it didn't matter, he didn't have the blood of hundreds on him to stop using her.
Nothing happened without his command, his look or his word.
The pretty butterfly lady always walked beside him and a meaningless smile graced her lips, her eyes mostly focused on the colorful flowers, especially the black and red colors that signified Rhaenyra's former existence.
Apart from that she was his and Larys put this on show with clothes, gestures and alliances…but there was one thing above all that he would not miss.
One look was enough and his pretty butterfly gave him a kiss and for him it was pure love, love that he had never experienced and it felt like he could laugh at all those who had laughed at him so far.
He had the title of Lord, he had lands and he had his wife who was his in every sense of the word and he would kill anyone in the shadows who would take his darling from his control.
Note: I keep seeing cat editions of characters in different fandoms. I will be stealing that idea now.😗
You had been hired to work at a cat café for some extra cash. It sounded like a brilliant idea at first. Being surrounded with adorable little furballs and making money. Great!
No.
Because you were not prepared for the evil you would have to face.
Rhaenyra:
Cat species:
Persian Longhair
Description:
Slightly chubby. Long silver fur. Wide blue eyes with luxurious eyelashes. Has an enormous bushy hair used to swat Otto her enemies. Pink nose. A very pretty kitty.
Personality:
Absolute Princess Complex. She is the most important kitty in the world and you better know that. Feeding time? Her first. Hair not perfect? You better brush it. Many a time she has swatted cats and kittens out of her way. Anything to get that kibble. Her way to get your attention is jumping onto you lap and pawing at you.
She has a more friendly side. When you first met Rhaenyra she was stand offish, looking down at the peasants humans bellow. For weeks you would see her blue eyes looming out from the darkness. At about the three week mark Rhaenyra started to come up to you. A pet here. A pet there. And then she was suddenly all over you. She is actually a very cuddly kitty once she gets to know you. When you have a bad day she will come up and settle on you lap as comfort.
Alicent:
Cat species:
Mancoon
Description:
On the smaller end of the size scale. Brownish red fur that is slightly wavy. Huge brown eyes that look into your soul. Face constantly looks like she's sad.
Personality:
Very shy. It was about two months in when you first caught sight of her. Because she is shy Alicent spends most of her time in the boss's office. She is very peculiar about touching. You have to pet her a certain way or it is bye bye. Does not like to be picked up and it is very rare for her to sit on anyone's lap. Loves personal space. Her bed is hidden away and she shares with no one, except Aemond or Helaena.
Viserys:
Cat species:
Persian longhair
Description:
Skinny with long but thin strands of hair. Has a few bald spots. Has narrow watery blue eyes. His whiskers nearly droop to the floor. Owns a stain that drags behind him as he walks.
Personality:
Sleepy. Boy likes to have his beauty sleep. He's a bit shy but not as much as Alicent. Because of his health he stays in the back room. When you have breaks he will snuggle against you and sleep. Sometimes he's a bit grumpy from the medication. Viserys is a mostly good cat. Not too naughty and enjoys being pampered.
Demon Daemon:
Cat species:
a demon Persian longhair
Description:
Thin, lanky. Narrow blue eyes. Large front paws. Tail is slightly crooked and bobs as he walks. Shinny silver fur that he is very vain about.
Personality:
That cat is evil incarnate. He will look deep into your eyes and bat away a cup of tea right onto the floor. Somehow attracts a gaggle of admirers who thinks him destroying ornate pillows adorable. You know what is also adorable? When you have to fix said pillows.
If he's not destroying property then he plays the "catch me" games. Will rub non stop against you. But the second you bend down to touch him Daemon is gone. Then when you go back to your job he is back again, the crashing of a $40 mug announcing his arrival.
Otto:
Cat species:
Mancoon
Description:
Thin hairs that stick up, crooked whiskers. Has tiny brown eyes that constantly look like they are judging you (because he is). Very thin but large.
Personality:
Unsettling. Sometimes you questioned if he even was a cat. He slinks around the room and will not let anyone touch him. Spends most of his time on a perch glairing down at the servants little people bellow. Hates Rhaenyra for whatever reason.
Laena:
Cat species:
Devon Rex
Description:
Black kinky hair that is short. Small and light of her feet. Has big brown eyes and enormous ears.
Personality:
A very sweet girl. Very popular with the customers. Probably one of the few cats that doesn't start fights with the other cats. That being said she is very picky about food. Will stick her nose up at certain kibble if it is not up to her standards. Will not play with toys roughed up by other cats.
Laenor:
Cat species:
Devon Rex
Description:
Curly black hair, surprisingly long for a Devon Rex. Wide brown eyes and tiny whiskers.
Personality:
Pretty friendly. He sometimes likes to follow you around. Prefers adults and will usually go up to someone when they arrive. Doesn't cause any problems.
Corlys:
Cat species:
Devon Rex
Description:
Curly and surprisingly poufy hair. Straight whiskers that never seem to bend. Large paws with sharp claws (you once tried to trim his nails and people could hear his wails across the street). Brown eyes.
Personality:
Vert stern. He acts like the general of a military base. Marches up and down the entrance, eyeing everyone who comes in. Acts as a sort of peace keeper between Otto and Daemon. He does let people pet him but will not be picked up. He will only sit on your lap if you are a frequent customer or employee/boss.
Rhaenys:
Cat species:
Devon Rex
Description:
White curls adorn her body. Her ears are huge and her blue eyes have a water quality to them. Delicate features but do not let that fool you.
Personality:
You swear if she was a person Rhaenys would be one of those posh ladies that lived in your neighborhood. Prefers the company of ladies and will sit like a little person on a chair. Only likes to be pet on the head. When she thinks no one is looking Rhaenys bats around a little a little pink ball.
Harwin: (Dishonorable mention)
Cat species:
British Shorthair
Description:
A heavy set boi. Brown fur and deep brown eyes. A slightly squashed face. A small but surprisingly powerful tail.
Personality:
A sneaky bad boy that sneaks inside and is the cause of more work (aka the kittens he fathered). Is not one of your cats. Bad boy snuck in an got Rhaenyra pregnant. Kept sneaking in afterwards and boom, suddenly three new kittens. You later discovered that he had been living quite comfortable in Rhaenyra's hidey hole, only coming out when you were not looking. It was only when he decided to come out and steal a customers feather boa that you discovered Harwin, a stream of pink feathers in his wake.
notes: why is writing fanfic so easy compared to original works :///
warnings: written with afab!reader in mind, smut, mentions of corlys' god complex
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @a-beaverhousen @ilikeitbetterangsty (hmu to be added/removed!)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He knows his size. That’s all I’m gonna say. Takes care of you real good, massages you if you feel sore.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his hands, especially his fingers. Also knows exactly what his ringed hands do to you, and uses it to his full advantage.
Loves your ass. Corlys is definitely into spanking, and it shows.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
All this talk of legacy makes me 100% sure that he always cums inside.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wants to fuck you on every centimeter of Driftmark, and then some.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s seen the world, of course he’s experienced (also he’s a dilf so…)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It’s a tie between anal and doggy. He really does love your ass, and anal is a way to be super super close to you. Doggy is just for the view tbh.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s a serious person, and that translates into the bedroom.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Definitely has a manscaping kit from Lys.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think he’d be surprisingly romantic and gentle with you, but then he notices the size difference between your head and his hands and…
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
While he’s away, he does it to relieve himself, but he doesn’t need that when you’re there.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Size kink, breeding kink, bondage and dom/sub dynamics
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere really, as long as it’s not public
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A display of power from you gets him a little bit excited tbh. It’s more pride than anything, but he still finds it hot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Share you. You’re his, and it should stay that way. Also, he wouldn’t enjoy subbing or being tied up, but he loves it on you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, like the man he is. He’s also disgustingly good at it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Look at him. He does whatever gets your brain mushy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Seldom, if there’s been a long time period without seeing each other.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As long as the risks aren’t any of his No’s he’s okay with experimenting (on you)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Lasts forever. He needs a little rebound time, but he could go at it all night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s traveled the world, so I’d assume he’s brought some stuff back.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Loves to tease you. As said, he wants you to be a little cockdumb. Especially if you’re very powerful normally, there’s something about you being a babbling mess for him that just gets him going
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Silent and deadly
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Brings you lingerie from Lys and Myr to tear it apart
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He knows his size, and his size is big :)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high I’d say. He needs it, especially if he’s had a long day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes care of you for a while, but as soon as you’re cuddling together, he’s gone
Could you do something for how Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Corlys and Maegor (don’t judge me lol) cuddle after sex?
Trust me, no judgment will come from me lol!
Aemond
Aemond is the big spoon. With bodies still sweaty and heartbeats still racing he’d probably wrap his lover in his arms. He probably enjoys the closeness after sex and if the way he chooses to cuddle his partner starts another round then who is he to say no.
Aegon
It depends on who Aegon has just had sex with. If he just got done with a whore or a maid he’ll shoo them away and get some wine but if it’s someone he cares about he enjoys the cuddles more than sex. He’d wrap an arm around his lovers stomach and scoot down so he can lay his ear over their heart. If his lover doesn’t do it on their own he’d probably take one of their hands at put it on his head so they can stroke his hair. Aegon just turns into a big cuddly baby after sex.
Jace
After sex Jace definitely loves it when his lover lays their head on his chest and snuggles into his side. He’ll definitely run his fingers through his lovers hair and run his fingers up and down there back as they nod off.
Maegor
Maegor is not cuddling unless he has been given an heir. He has a routine when he walks into one of his wives rooms. He fucks her, he cums and leaves. When he’s in his own chambers he might have a goblet of wine. However, say his wife is pregnant, I highly doubt sex is on the table. Several of his wives have had stillborns and miscarriages that he won’t risk it but if his wife asks for him to stay and cuddle he will. He’ll be big spoon and have his wife on her side with her back pressed against his chest. She’ll probably play with his fingers as he rubs her swollen stomach.
After the babe is born and it’s clear it well live and sex is back on the table - I imagine he will have his wife ride him and after they’re down she lays fully on his chest with his arms around her.
Corlys
This man is only cuddling to start another round of sex. His lover will have their head on his outstretched arm and after they think everything has settled down that’s when Corly starts to run his fingers up and down their arms. It seems innocent enough until his thumbs move to circle their breasts. When his hand gets down to their now throbbing cunt he’s kissing their neck.
pronouns: they/them (there is use of the word 'suitor' but that's only because I couldn't think of another word to use and as we know from my 'only fair' fic i don't feel the need apply real world childbearing mechanics and there isn't much talk of it so you can imagine your body, gender etc however)
warnings: suggestive at times, none others that i can think of, lmk of any if you find them!
summary: History remembers names, not blood, he knows that all too well so why are you so important to The Sea Snake, the bastard of the Rogue Prince
A/N: In this, Rhaenys has been dead I'M SORRY i couldn't find a good time or reason for her not being his wife and i didn't want to mess with the lore too much. race of reader's mother is never mentioned however reader is daemon's bastard, i hope you like it! open to a part 2 but only if you'd like one, this is a lot more slowburn and reader centric than my other stories but i love book!baela and wanted to look at her relationship w/ reader a bit
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YOUR FATHER'S FIRM hand on your shoulder distracts you from the dark affair around you. Another dead. Another important house on the verge of extinction. Daemon squeezed and let out a shaky breath, it wasn't due to the grief that death brought, you were sure, but rather the grief of another loss of aid and another oncoming threat of the House in mourn. If he had to deny another suitor he wasn't sure Rhaenyra could hold him back from his rage this time. It was the middle of war and he was as politically aware as his wife but that didn't mean he was happy about betrothals in war. He was forced to marry young and he would never force the same on you, he made that promise to himself many moons ago. Daemon huffs and soon the warmth of him turns away from you again. You swallow around the lump in your throat and cast your eyes to your half-sisters. Baela shares an anxious glance while Rhaena stays staring ahead with tense shoulders. She clenches her jaw and looks down. Baela gestures with a tip of her head to beckon you over. You take cautious steps but reach them without difficulty, the sound of your feet beating down on the hard ground rings in your ears. It's deafening in the surrounding silence. It is a small ceremony but not any less intimate. Baela tries to send an encouraging smile but it comes out forced. She grasps your arm a little too tightly and tugs you away with your arms interlinked.
"Father thinks they might turn on us." Baela tells you plainly. Her expression is strong and not for the first time you miss the playfulness that usually lies within her eyes like a knight of your childhood fairy tales. "I think we need something to keep them distracted, a wedding." You freeze and furrow your brows.
"I thought Jacaerys wanted to wait for the war to be over?"
"He does," She sighs and scrunches her nose quickly, the only action betraying her emotions. "I fear he has taken to the Snow girl Mushroom has spoken of." You sigh and move to stand before her, clutching her hands in your own.
"Listen to me," You demand firmly. She reluctantly flutters her fierce eyes open and looks into your own, the first sight of vulnerability hidden beneath her irises but you knew this girl better than you knew yourself. You had held and loved her since she was a mere babe in your arms. "You are strong, you are beautiful, you are a Targaryen." Her shoulders softened. "Any man who does not trip over themselves to please you is a fool and I know of one in particular who cares for you more than you know." For only a moment her brows pinch. Her lips twitch of their own volition upward.
"Whom?" She asks, dark eyes wide. You put a finger to your lips and shrug.
"Perhaps you will discover tonight..." You trail off. "at the festivities, no marital behaviour however that I will remain strict on." A breathy laugh drops from her and you're both walking again, though this time toward the large estate you have been residing.
The bright moon is dancing among the sky as much as you are beneath it, or at least that is how you perceive it as Rhaena giggles sweetly and lets her fingers guide your own. Raucous music and laughter fills the empty space outside as the scene plays like a sonnet to your hope. The war is not yet won but you are sure it will be soon. You only stop moving once a new dance partner catches Rhaena's attention in the form of a friend. You nod and part from her although your spinning and smooth movements don't stop and your eyes drift around the fire you are all circling around. Your eyes linger as you see Baela's beaming grin while Alyn Velaryon extends his hand. Prince Jacaerys clenches his jaw from beside her. You feel glad you have no attention on yourself as you snicker quietly, at least you think there is not. He may not have the hair of a Valyrian but he certainly had the spit of fire within him. Your sister had been the centre of attention all night with her coils wrapped in beautiful braids and her figure draped in the most gorgeous of gowns. She was the image of heart-stopping charm. Half the men and women present would be accusing her of using enchantments by the night's end. Suddenly you feel a warm hand connect with your waist from behind you and you gasp quietly.
Corlys Velaryon's attention was not easy to garner but once you felt it it was hard to remove and he knew this. Corlys had been watching you for what felt like hours with his gaze firmly planted on your untroubled frame, how you guided his granddaughter so effortlessly, how your eyes look glassed with the roaring flames reflected in your eyes. This wasn't the first time he had seen you of course, in some respects you were family but this was the first time he had seen the ferocity in which you fought, how you had avenged that young man that had been slain earlier that day. He distantly hoped that the man meant little to you–that it was merely an act of loyalty to his House and not personal. The last he had seen you before the war was at Laena's funeral when you were only seven and ten summers old. You had been still a child and his beloved Rhaenys was beside him.
Now, his fingers tickle up your sides before spreading along either your arms. It sent delightful shivers up your skin. "My lord..." you murmur in acknowledgment while his breath runs down your exposed neck. "I was not expecting you." He hums and a smile curls his mouth, not that you can see it.
"Greetings, princess." Amusement flickers in you.
"I am no princess." You remind. He grumbles quietly.
"But you should be." He retorts. "And so I shall treat you as such." He winds his fingers to lace with your left ones and spins you around so that he can press his lips in a kiss to each knuckle. Your breath hitches. Your eyes narrow in suspicion and rake over his handsome face.
"If you are attempting to charm me, you will reap no reward." You purr, face tense and unrelenting. He only chuckles warmly.
"I only hope to seek your approval, princess."
"Approval?" You laugh. "Approval for what?"
"To court you." Silence. Your brows pinch and your head tilted downward.
"Court me?" You ask, your tone thick with suspicion. He nods, not elaborating. "I thought history only remembered names, my lord." The edge is sharp to your words but they don't cut him, only entice.
"Then they would remember the Liege Velaryon with the intellect of a maester, the wits of a Queen and the beauty of not only the stars threaded in your eyes but the moon that entraps my heart." His words aren't rushed nor forceful. Instead they are intentional and planned, much different than the other men who flirted spontaneously and then lost interest within the night's end. You cock your brow. You don't respond, then a familiar presence is beside you.
"Lord Corlys." Your Queen and stepmother greets but he doesn't change the direction of his gaze.
"Your grace."
"I have unanswered inquiries of your fleet, might we speak privately?" You can see a tick in his jaw but still he rises and finally looks at her. He nods, his smile forced, and steps away. His touch lingers on your hand as he follows Rhaenyra and despite your wishes, your eyes track him until he's completely out of sight.
The rest of your night is spent with fleeting glances from yourself but also those around you and you only stop once the fire has tired out on you. Your sisters decided to wander back to their chambers but sending enough guards to follow after them, Your father hangs back to wait up for you, not dozing asleep like you expected him to. Once you approach him while flushed and exhaustion ebbing at you, he extends his arm and walks you back soundly. However, there is a tense thickness to the air you're not quite used to yet. Daemon only breaks the silence once you reach the door to your chambers. "I want you to think wisely." He states, firm as always. You look at him and know there is no way to deceive him. You nod slowly. Your father is a calculated man but he was not cruel. "You are the blood of the dragon and I do not want you settling for less than your worth." His tongue curls like it's spewing fire but the tone stays authoritative and safe. His steps echo once he leaves you to wrap your hand around the stocky doorknob and turn. You have a lot to think about but as soon as your gaze slipped through the large window, the illuminating moon whispered the sweetest future for you to decide.
It's snowing for me and thus snowy snow with the Targaryens
@akela
Young Rheanyra doesn't understand her best friend's obsession with the snow. She doesn't quite understand that to her friend it meant that they can hear pure silence out in the Godswood. It meant that for a while, they can disappear into the snow and be hidden for hours.
"Princess, you need to stop gawking," Otto mumbled quietly toward the teen.
"They are my betrothed, Ser Hand. I can watch them all I want." Rheanyra said, looking toward him, a bored look on her face. The other ladies looked at the group and then noticed the other person in the snow.
Daemon watched as his partner flopped into the snow inside the Godswood. He had a smile on his face the entire time as the person let themselves get buried in the snow while his daughters buried them. "Girls, be careful!" He called out, leaning against a tree.
Viserys loved seeing his favorite people altogether, and with the snow. Aemma was making sure Rheanyra was bundled up while their shared partner was leaving small berries in the snow for the wild animals.
"Be careful, sweet!" Aemma called out, looking up at their partner for a second. Viserys let out a loud laugh. "They are always careful, Aemma."
Older Rhaenyra held a bundled-up Joffery to her chest as her other children ran around her lover. Their eyes were full of love as they played with the boys. "Jace! Do not shove snow down Luce's shirt!" The person called out, a small laugh bubbling out.
"Let them be boys, jorrāelagon," Rheanyra called out, a smile on her face.
Young Alicent laughed as her friend tossed a snowball at her. She hurried to bundle up a bit of snow to toss back. "Alicent!" Her head jerked hearing Rheanyra call for her only for a snowball to hit her in the face.
"Unfair!" She called out.
Alicent smiled watching Aemond's carer show him the snow, Aegon was already faceplanted in it and Heleana was bundled up trying to hide from it. The toddler babbled as he watched the person scoop up snow and hold it out in front of him. "Careful of the cold with him!" She quickly spoke, making the person look up. "Do not worry, My Queen. I know to not shock him."
Corlys and Rhaenys watched as their lover played with Laenor and Laena in the snow of Driftmark. The two chuckled when the children tackled them to the ground.
Aegon held his glass of wine, watching as his love sat in the snow, letting it drop on them. "You do not need to be getting sick, my love."
The person laughed softly, turning to look at him. "The Maester's can take care of me, do not worry, my prince."
Heleana laughed as her children's carer showed them a frosted leaf, telling them about how it freezes over to preserve itself. She couldn't hide her love for the carer.
Aemond had a warm cloth pressed under his eyepatch as he watched his lover study the trees being covered in snow. "My love, I will need to head in soon." He warned, pretending to itch under the leather of his eye cover to show that he was hurting.
"Let us go in now, my love. I need not you being sick."
