Parings: Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader x Daemon Targaryen
Warnings: Smut, incest, swearing
“Tales of your wife’s beauty have not been exaggerated, my Prince.”
Your stomach was in knots with nerves. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you struggle to keep a cool composure, not wanting Prince Daemon to see how hot and bothered you had become. The Prince standing in front of you had come to visit your private quarters with the most sinful proposal in mind. You were convinced you’d misheard him; his proposal was that you keep his wife’s bed warm while he took part in a hunting trip with the Northern lords.
Maybe it's all in my head.
The princess was with child once again, and your father, Lord Stark, was quick to agree when you insisted on staying at Winterfell to keep her company.
“When you say you’d like me to keep the princess’s bed warm… what exactly do you mean?”
Daemon comes to stand in between your dangling legs as you sit on the edge of your table. “I’ve seen the way you look at Rhaenyra; usually I am jealous, however…” He traces his finger over the neckline of your nightgown before starting to slowly unlace it. “I know the princess has taken a liking to you, as you have with her.”
But I bet we'd have really good bed chem.
With their hair white as snowfall blowing in the wind, you could see why the Targaryens are considered closer to gods than men the moment you saw them riding on dragonback. Both Prince and Princess were beautiful, and since meeting them, you’ve felt an invisible force pulling you towards them.
One that makes you wet while thinking about them.
Daemon teases your nipple with his thumb while lowering the fabric so that your chest is bare. “Hmm, my wife will definitely be pleased.”
Cocking your head to the side, you smile, noticing the bulge starting to appear through the material of his trousers. “And you, my prince, are you pleased?”
How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.
His lips brush against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your skin. “If it wasn’t for my wife wishing to touch you first, I’d have you bent over this table, screaming my name.”
—
“Gods, I can't wait anymore,” Rhaenyra pushes you desperately so you are flat on your back and then positions herself in a way that allows her dripping cunt to rub against yours.
“Fuck!”
Your body was in overdrive and extremely sensitive to the princess's touch. You’ve spent the last four days by her side, keeping her company during meals, accompanying her walks in the gardens and burying your face between her legs. Not wanting to accidentally nudge her growing bump, you’ve been letting Rhaenyra take complete control and do whatever she wishes.
You watch as Rhaenyra’s large breasts sway with each movement. She stripped herself bare the moment you were alone, and all you had on was a thin silver shift. You feel drunk on the high of your clits rubbing together. From the look on Rhaenyra’s face, you could tell she was about to reach her peak.
“Oh, what a pleasant surprise.”
With a smug look on his face, Prince Daemon starts to remove his own clothing, starting with the thick layers of fur, eyes widening as he watches his wife come.
Oh, it just makes sense.
Rhaenyra moves off you and then makes quick work of taking off your shift; she tosses it on the floor and then leans over your body to kiss you. Your fingers tangle into her long silver hair as she deepens the kiss. She suddenly moans into your mouth.
Glancing behind her, you see that Daemon is crouched down with his face between her thighs, worshipping her with his tongue.
Letting out a breathy moan, she says something in what you presume is High Valyrian. Stroking your cheek, Rhaenyra looks down at you and says, “I want him to feel how wet you are.”
How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things.
Holding onto your ankles, Daemon pulls you towards him, and when your ass reaches the bottom of the bed, you flip over so that you bend over. He doesn’t waste any time and thrusts the full length of his cock into you.
Clutching the bedsheet with one hand, you link your free hand with Rhaenyra while she spreads her legs in front of you. With delicate flicks of your tongue you dip in and out of her swollen cunny, savouring every bit of her.
She giggles when the vibrations of your muffled moans add to her pleasure. Rhaenyra bucks her hips slightly to meet your mouth. “That’s it! Right there!”
Daemon slaps your ass lightly while speeding up his thrust, “Tis a shame we leave on the morrow without me having a chance to fuck that pretty mouth.”
“Lady Stark has agreed to be our guest on Dragonstone and will be joining us in the bedchamber.”
💌Rhaenyra Targaryen x Lady in Waiting!Reader x Daemon Targaryen
💭Mostly SFW(?): Some teasing, sexual tension,
A/N: This was an idea I had and have been sitting on for a while but I honestly really struggled with how to actually write the smut, like how Daemon and Rhaenyra would share you was tripping me up so bad 😭 I was struggling with the characterization of Daemon and Rhaenyra in a threesome with a younger lady they both want who serves Rhaenyra. So anyways, enjoy this snippet. Maybe I’ll finish the smut, maybe I won’t. Who knows.
—
Dragonstone’s halls were never truly quiet, but Rhaenyra’s private solar came close.
You stood behind her chair as she reviewed letters, your fingers gently working through her long silver hair, braiding a small section with practiced care.
It had become one of her favorite rituals — you attending her in the quiet hours, close enough that she could reach back and brush her fingers along your wrist whenever she pleased.
“You’re getting better at that,” Rhaenyra murmured, voice low and amused. She tilted her head slightly, letting you have better access. “Though I think you enjoy making me wait for it.”
Your cheeks warmed.
She always noticed.
“I would never make you wait on purpose, Your Grace,” you replied softly, though the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
Rhaenyra hummed, pleased by the heat she could feel beneath her fingertips when she reached back to touch your hand.
“Liar,” she said fondly. “You like it when I notice you.”
The door opened without a knock.
Daemon stepped in, still in his riding leathers, silver hair windswept from Caraxes.
He paused just inside the room, violet eyes flicking from Rhaenyra to you — lingering on the way your hands were in her hair, the way you stood so close, the faint blush on your cheeks.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He simply watched.
Rhaenyra felt the shift in the air immediately.
She knew that look on her husband’s face.
She had seen it many times before — usually directed at something (or someone) he wanted.
This time it was directed at you.
And instead of irritation… something hot and curious uncurled low in her belly.
She imagined it.
You between them.
Your sweet, flustered face.
Daemon’s hands on your hips.
Your soft moans while Rhaenyra kissed you, claiming your mouth while he took the rest.
She liked the image far more than she
expected.
Daemon’s mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile as he finally spoke.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, voice low. “She looks quite comfortable there.”
You froze, fingers stilling in Rhaenyra’s hair.
Your face burned hotter.
Rhaenyra, however, simply leaned back in her chair, one hand reaching up to rest possessively on your wrist.
“She is,” Rhaenyra replied calmly, eyes meeting Daemon’s with a spark of challenge and interest. “My favorite companion.”
Daemon’s gaze drifted over you again — slower this time, appreciative.
“I can see why.”
The air in the room felt suddenly thicker.
Rhaenyra didn’t dismiss him.
She didn’t tell him to leave.
She simply held your wrist a little tighter and let the moment stretch, wondering how long it would take before one of them broke first.
—
The afternoon light in Rhaenyra’s solar was warm and golden, spilling across the long table scattered with letters and maps.
You stood close beside her chair, leaning in slightly as you pointed out a passage in one of the reports, your voice soft and focused.
Rhaenyra wasn’t truly reading the words.
She was watching the way the light caught in your hair, the small furrow of concentration between your brows, the way your sleeve had slipped down your wrist again.
She reached out with two fingers and gently tugged it back into place, letting her touch linger just a moment longer than necessary.
“You always notice the small things,” she said quietly, her voice low and warm, almost thoughtful. “It makes me wonder what else you notice when you look at me.”
You paused, fingers stilling on the parchment.
Heat rose to your cheeks, visible even in the soft light. For a second you looked down, then — almost shyly — your eyes lifted back to hers. A small, tentative smile touched your lips.
You didn’t step away.
Rhaenyra’s own mouth curved, slow and pleased.
She let her fingers trail lightly down your wrist before pulling back, as if the touch had been nothing more than casual.
“Stay close today,” she murmured, turning her attention back to the letter with deliberate calm. “I find the hours pass more pleasantly when you’re near.”
You stayed.
The blush remained on your cheeks, but so did the small smile. You leaned in again to point out another line, your shoulder brushing hers, and this time you didn’t pull back quite so quickly.
Rhaenyra noted every detail.
The way you lingered.
The way you kept looking back at her.
The way you didn’t mind being watched.
She filed it away carefully, a quiet spark of satisfaction settling in her chest.
—
The council chamber was thick with the usual tension of war and uneasy alliances. Maps sprawled across the long table. Voices rose and fell as Lord Celtigar droned on about naval supplies and the latest reports from the Stepstones.
Rhaenyra sat at the head of the table, posture regal, listening with sharp attention.
You stood just behind her and to the right — your usual place as her sworn companion and favored lady-in-waiting. Close enough to hand her documents when needed. Close enough that she could reach back and brush her fingers against your wrist if she wished.
Daemon lounged in his seat further down the table, one leg stretched out, looking every bit the rogue prince who found council meetings tedious.
He should have been paying attention to Celtigar.
Instead, his eyes kept finding you.
Again and again.
His gaze moved slowly over you — from the line of your throat down the modest cut of your gown, then back up. It wasn’t blatant enough for anyone else to notice, but you felt it like a physical touch. Heat crept up your neck.
In his fingers, he idly rolled a gold coin. Over and over. The motion was smooth, practiced, almost hypnotic.
He held your gaze as he did it, letting the coin glide across his knuckles, catching the light with every turn. The simple act felt strangely intimate. Sensual. Like a promise of what those fingers could do elsewhere.
Your cheeks burned. You looked away sharply, focusing on the map in front of Rhaenyra as if your life depended on it.
Daemon’s mouth curved into the smallest, most satisfied smirk.
Rhaenyra noticed.
Of course she noticed.
Her head didn’t turn, but her eyes flicked sideways — first to you, catching the flush on your cheeks and the way you refused to look in Daemon’s direction again, then to her husband.
She saw the coin still moving lazily between his fingers.
She saw the way he watched you.
Her expression remained perfectly composed for the council, but her fingers tightened slightly on the arm of her chair.
She didn’t speak.
She simply noted it.
The way you had reacted.
The way Daemon had looked at you.
The way something hot and curious uncurled low in her own stomach at the sight of both.
The meeting continued around them, voices droning on about grain shipments and dragon patrols.
But the real conversation — silent, charged, and full of dangerous possibility — was happening in the glances between the three of you.
—
The fire had burned low in their chambers. Rhaenyra sat in the large chair near the hearth, still in her deep red gown from the day, while Daemon stood by the window, pouring himself a cup of wine.
The silence between them had stretched for several minutes, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
It was heavy with something unspoken.
Daemon took a slow sip, then turned to face her.
“She blushes every time we look at her too long,” he said, voice low and casual, as if commenting on the weather. “And she doesn’t look away nearly as quickly as she should.”
Rhaenyra’s fingers stilled on the arm of her chair. She didn’t pretend not to know who he meant.
“I’ve noticed,” she replied quietly.
Daemon’s mouth curved, not quite a smirk — something sharper, more knowing.
“I’ve seen the way you watch her when she’s attending you. The way you touch her wrist. The way you keep her close.” He tilted his head. “You want her.”
Rhaenyra didn’t deny it.
Instead she looked at Daemon, watching him closely, “And you do not?”
His mouth curved, “I did not say that.”
“No,” Rhaenyra said, “You spent half the council watching her.”
Daemon, leaning back slightly, “I spent half the council watching both of you.”
“And the coin?”
He was amused, “That worked better than I expected.”
Rhaenyra’s mouth curved slightly as she remembered your reaction— the way you had turned your gaze from Daemon sharply, cheeks flushed, “You were flirting.”
“Blatantly.”
And then it was quiet.
“She’s young,” she said after a moment.
“Sweet. Soft in a way most people at court have forgotten how to be. Highborn. She has a future ahead of her — one that will likely include a husband and children. We cannot simply… take that from her because we find her pleasing.”
Daemon set his cup down and crossed the room toward her. He stopped beside her chair, one hand resting on the back of it as he looked down at her.
“We are Targaryens,” he said, voice steady. “We do not ask permission to take what we want. We are the blood of the dragon. And you…” His fingers brushed lightly over her shoulder. “You are the Queen.”
Rhaenyra let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh — short and a little incredulous.
“And how do you suppose we approach her, Daemon?” she asked, turning to look up at him. “Walk up to her one day and ask if she would like to join us in our bed?”
Daemon didn’t laugh. He simply held her gaze, calm and unashamed.
“I think she already wants more than she realizes,” he said. “The rest… we can find out.”
Rhaenyra was quiet for a long moment, staring into the fire again. Her fingers tapped once against the arm of the chair.
She didn’t say no.
She didn’t say yes either.
But the fact that she was still sitting there, considering it, spoke volumes.
Daemon reached down and gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips.
“We don’t have to decide tonight,” he murmured against her knuckles. “But pretending we both don’t want her would be a waste of time. And I’ve never been very good at denying myself what I want.”
Rhaenyra’s thumb brushed over the back of his hand.
Daemon Targaryen x fem reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Mentions of pain, birth, blood, child loss (Lucerys and Visenya), the reader being Velaryon, PolyDaemyra. The name of the baby was created by me and it means "the one who guides/illuminates"
Small clarification: In this universe, Daemon was present at Visenya's birth, the reader also wanted to be there but Rhaenyra prevented it due to her advanced pregnancy so she took Daemon and Rhaenyra's place on the council.
Luke's death triggers several events, including the birth of a new Targaryen...
The news of Lucerys Velaryon's death was delivered to Daemon, and the decision to tell his wives was in his hands.
You were on your way to the painted table where the council was meeting, discussing the next steps. Upon arriving, you saw Rhaenyra and Daemon holding hands, staring into the fire.
A shiver ran down your spine.
You touched your swollen belly in an attempt to calm yourself, watching as everyone turned to look at you and Daemon gave you a look of pity and concern.
He approached slowly, placed his hand on your belly, and gently said,
"A letter has arrived notifying of Luke's death at the hands of Aemond."
Your breath caught, your eyes filled with tears. You couldn't believe that the sweet boy who had become your son would no longer be with you, no longer sharing walks, laughter, books you read, and any advice he needed.
He had been taken from you. In a matter of hours, you had lost a child. Although he wasn't biologically yours, you loved him as such.
With concern, you turned to look at Rhaenyra, who turned to look at you with rage and vengeance filling her eyes.
"Nyra..." you said, your voice breaking.
She approached, placed her hand on your belly, looked at you with pain, and left. At that moment, a sharp pain shot through your stomach, your breathing began to rattle, and in a matter of seconds, you felt something run down your legs.
Desperately, you put your hand under your dress, causing everyone present to turn around, except for Daemon, who was looking at you worriedly.
You pulled your hand out and saw it wet and covered in blood. You looked at your husband, eyes filled with tears and despair.
The baby was on the way, and there was nothing that could stop it.
You were pacing through your shared room with your husband and wife, where days before Rhaenyra had given birth to Visenya, who hadn't survived.
You hadn't let anyone near you, even though you were almost nine months pregnant, the birth had come early, and judging by the screams you'd heard Rhaenyra make a few days earlier, you were scared to death.
But the baby wasn't going to wait, and the pain you felt was growing more and more constant. The maester and the ladies-in-waiting were standing to one side after trying to help and were attacked by your fury.
You weren't going to let any of them get close.
The more you could avoid it, the more you would do it. Daemon came through the door after being sent by you to find Rhaenyra. He too had been a victim of your fury, but she had already grabbed her riding clothes and her dragon and taken flight in search of something that would confirm her child's death.
She wouldn't believe it until she saw it.
"My love, let them help you," Daemon said, approaching you.
"No, I won't let any of them touch me. I just want my mother here."
Daemon turned to look at Elinda, who was staring at everything, afraid that the events of a few days ago would repeat themselves. He nodded at her to go find Rhaenys.
Your husband remained at your side, massaging your lower back but still unable to convince you to remove your dress. He was helping you walk through a contraction when Rhaenys appeared in the doorway.
You turned to look at her with fear and hope in your eyes, like when you were a child and terrified of storms, hiding in your mother's arms. But now you were an adult and wished she could protect you from labor too.
"Mom, please make it stop," you begged, your eyes filling with tears.
"Oh, my little girl, I can't stop it, but I'm here to support you. How about we take off your dress first?"
You nodded in resignation, letting Daemon open the buttons on the back and gently pull down your dress, which was already covered in blood, seeping through your nightgown beneath it.
A contraction ripped through your back, causing you to fall to your knees, but before you hit the ground, Daemon and Rhaenys held you.
"The baby must be ready by now," the maester said with concern.
You looked at your mother in fear and then saw Daemon remove his robes and change into a shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and approached a bowl to wash his hands and arms.
"Maester, guide me to what I should do."
"Daemon, what are you doing?" You asked with concern.
"I won't force you to be examined, so I'll help you deliver."
"And I'll be here with you," Rhaenys said, holding your arms with gentle caresses.
Your mother helped you move to the bed, placing you on your knees on the floor and resting your arms on the bed for support. She lay in front of you and held your hands firmly and lovingly.
"Good, my prince, you must see if the baby is crowning."
Daemon guided your hips further out so he could see more clearly.
"The baby is ready."
A contraction came again, causing you to moan and gasp in pain.
"Mom, I'm scared" you said between sobs.
"Listen to me, darling. You're a Targaryen. The dragon's blood runs thick through your veins, along with the resilience of the Velaryons. You're a dragon. You can handle this and more. Now let's have this baby, shall we?"
A new strength formed in you; you weren't going to let fear win.
You settled in and without warning, began to push, causing Daemon to prepare to welcome the newest member of the family.
"By all the gods of Valyria, I will never let you touch me again, Daemon Targaryen."
A soft laugh escaped your husband, knowing it was impossible for you not to want him to touch you again.
Amid contractions, your pushing, your screams and cries, your son was finally born, but his cries went unheard, causing concern among everyone in the room.
The maester quickly approached, cutting the umbilical cord and taking the baby to another side, followed by the ladies.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with my baby?"
"Calm down, honey, everything's fine, they just want to check him," Daemon tried to reassure you without showing his concern.
"Why isn't he crying?" you said, ignoring that he had said it was a boy.
At that moment, a loud cry crossed the room.
Your baby was fine and was being guided into your arms, still covered in blood and screaming in search of his mother.
Being in your arms, he calmed down instantly. You held him against your chest, letting him listen to your heartbeat, and you placed a kiss of relief on his little head.
Rhaenys was speechless, her baby just got a baby, it was like yesterday when you were born and she hold you in her arms. The time flied and the word was a chaos, sometimes all she wanted to do was go back in time and hold and protect her three babies.
Although you had already been assured that the baby was in perfect condition, you didn't let anyone take him from your arms.
Even with your legs shaking, you managed to stay upright so you could wash and change him.
When he was ready, you held him to your chest while Daemon helped you deliver the placenta, then cleaned and changed you.
After they made sure you were okay, the maester and the ladies-in-waiting left.
"Congratulations, Your Grace."
With a slight bow, they left the room, leaving you with your husband, your mother and your new family member.
"You have done excellently, my girl. He is a beautiful and strong boy. I will let you rest." Rhaenys placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Thank you, Mother. Please let me know if there is any news of Rhaenyra" you said, concerned for your wife.
After nodding at your request, Rhaenys left the room, leaving you with your husband and son so you could rest. Daemon climbed into bed beside you, placing his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest as he gently stroked his son's head.
"Have you thought of a name, my love?"
"I was thinking of Velyntor. He's unique, and it means the one who guides or illuminates. What do you think?"
"I think it fits our beautiful boy perfectly."
Calm reigned in the room, with your son nursing at your breast, you leaning on your husband's chest.
Sadness remained present, unable to cloud this moment, but the absence of your wife and the death of your son were slowly settling in.
The war was raging, and now it was impossible to deter it, but this small moment was a ray of hope that everything would be all right.
It was your small light in the darkness that settled over the kingdom, where you chose to briefly ignore the disasters that were about to happen.
Alicent makes sure you have everything that you need & that you're comfortable.
She'll tuck you into bed when it's time for you to sleep, fluff out your pillows, and feeds you herself.
She prays every night & makes her children pray before every meal to wish you a quick recovery.
Alicent would rather no one visits you while your sick - especially Rhaenyra - because she doesn't want anyone to disturb you or for the sickness to spread.
Helaena likes to sit next to your bed and embroider, comfortable listening to your breathing while you rest.
She'll embroider a bug that reminds her of you in hopes to make you feel better.
When she can't visit you, she'll leave one of her bug friends to keep you company :)
Aegon can't stay away from you even when your sick.
He doesn't care if he also catches your fever.
He'll sleep on the same bed as you & try to cuddle with you, even when you tell him not to, worried that he'll also get sick.
Alicent has kicked him out of your chambers multiple times, scolding him not to bother you.
Aemond likes to read to you. Preferably stories about his Targaryen Ancestors.
He'd sit next to your bed while you sleep, so he can make sure nothing will happen to you during the night. One of the candles will be left lit so he can read one of his history books.
If you refuse to take your medicine the maester had given you, Aemond bribes you with rides on Vhagar.
Rhaenyra & Daemon usually visit you together.
Daemon will sit in a chair close to your bed, while Rhaenyra sits on the bed.
Rhaenyra will tell tell you about the gossip she's heard in court while Daemon brushes your hair off of your sweaty forehead - he keeps it there almost the whole visit.
They'd both get really stressed if you weren't getting better - but worse.
Especially Daemon after what's happened with his brother.
Daemon will threaten the maester. If the maester can't help you get better, he'll find someone who will.
Rhaenyra is more patient and will try calm Daemon down.
Hello!!!! So so so sorry for the wait, but I had no clue on how to continue this one, and with the new season going I finally got an idea on where I want it to go.
Also, I hope the pov change is okay with everyone. There is also a light change in timing, but nothing big, don't worry.
I'll warn you I'll probably end this series sooner than the show.
I hope you like this one, let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters.
And please, let me know what you guys think of this one.❤️❤️❤️
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No one comes to visit you for some time, not Alicent and, you're thankful for it, not Aemond.
It's almost nighttime and you're by the window, you should rest but the last this you want is to lay on the bed. Your leg is bouncing nervously when the doors burst open.
"What do you know of this?" Aegon enters the room, fuming beyond imagination, demanding an answer.
"Of what?" You ask back, feeling a headache forming.
"Don't play games with me, slut."
"I honestly have no idea what I should know."
He stares at you, you would expect smoke to come out of his ears at any moment. With a nod he motion towards you, a guard nears you and smacks you.
"Tell me."
You hold your pulsing cheek, soothing the skin, you keep yourself from giving them any satisfaction, you simply let out a sigh.
Seeing you're no answering, Aegon snaps. He grabs the chain connected to your foot and pulls. The action is so sudden you don't have time to react, you're already hitting the ground, painfully hard. Not a good way of recovering.
"Fuck.." you groan.
You see Aegon standing over you.
"Don't think that just because you're marrying my brother, I wouldn't just kill you, like I killed all the ratcatchers."
"I've been here for days, unconscious for more, I can't control ravens with my mind, nor I have ink or paper here. How am I supposed to know anything about this?" He doesn't answer, "I can assure you, Rhaenyra would never wish for such a tragedy to happen to someone like Haelena."
"I'll make sure you have a good seat, so you'll see the moment I kill her." He warns you and kicks you in the stomach, before leaving the room, "she won't eat, nor drink until she starts cooperating." He says to a guard.
You stay there, curled up on the ground, breathing heavily to wait for the pain to alleviate. You decide to stand, letting out a groan as you push yourself up with your hands. You curse when the door opens again.
You can't help but flinch as you feel hands on you.
"Let me." Alicent's voice only manages to frustrate you more, if your body wasn't so weak, you would slap her.
"I can manage." You groan, though her hands don't leave you and help you stand. You push her away and lean against the wall instead.
"Clearly..." she sighs, "I'll have the maester check on you."
"Don't bother." You hold your stomach, feeling another bruise forming.
"Y/n... please." Alicent whispers, "this situation is not easy for me either."
"You're not forced to marry a psychopath." You grit out.
"I need to ask you something." She tells you, "I... she surely would've told you at the time, if there is one person who can confirm it, it's you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I..." she looks around, anxious to be sure you two are the only ones in the room, then she takes a breath, "the Conqueror's dream."
"What of it?" You carefully ask, "and speak plainly."
"Rhaenyra met me in the..."
"What?!" You exclaim and Alicent shushes you, instinctively taking your arm and pull you closer.
"Lower your voice." She urges you, "she sneaked into the sept and... well she did try to negotiate peace, but..."
"you couldn't do anything." You scoff, "what else?"
"I told her what Viserys told me before he died: that Aegon was the prince that was promised and she..."
"Oh no..." you breathe your realisation, needing to sit down to actually came to term with what created this whole mess, "Alicent..."
"So it's true..." she sits next to you.
"You really thought he was talking about Aegon? Honestly." You interrogate, you rub your face with your hands before adding, "just admit that you were wrong."
"I can't. Not now." She's scoffs, helpless by her own mistake, "they won't listen to me anyway."
"Who? The council that agreed on usurping the throne to prevent a woman from ruling is not listening to the only woman in the council? What a surprise..." your sarcasm makes Alicent groan.
"I know, I know..." she sighs, "it's not only that, my father is gone from court, Cole is marching towards Rook's Rest and both Aegon and Aemond are... eager to prove themselves, let's put it this way."
"Wait... your father is not Hand anymore?" You ask, absolutely oblivious to this information.
"I know not much, he was dismissed... Criston took his place." She explains.
"We're fucked." You groan, leaning your head back against the wall, Alicent does the same.
There's not much to say, the both of you are helpless, you have no allies and you're stuck.
Your self pitying gets interrupted by someone entering your room.
Immediately you grab Alicent hand, without even noticing yourself, as soon as Aemond enters.
"Mother..." Aemond nods towards his mother, "I'd like to talk to my betrothed. Alone."
You grab her harder, silently telling her, more pleading her, to not leave you alone with him.
Alicent hesitates, for just a moment, before standing up, making your hand fall in your lap. You feel disappointment like never before. It should prove you how powerless Alicent is, yet you can't help but think she could've done more.
"Lady Y/n..." she says as she walks out, not before giving her son a look, fear in it, which he ignores. You catch her eyes before she closes the door.
Leaving you with Aemond.
"It should've been me." He stares at you, waiting for you to react.
You remain stoic and don't show any emotions.
"You did killed Luke." You say.
He hums and starts taking his eyepatch off.
"Come to bed," he tells you, "I leave for Rook's Rest tomorrow morning."
"You don't have your own room anymore?" You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Come to bed, before we have a repetition of the other night." He smirks, "I wouldn't mind."
You're in no condition to oppose yourself, you know that, you take a shaky breath and weakly stand, using all your strength to prevent your legs to give out. He notices, of course he does, and walks to you.
"I can walk." You firmly say, holding a hand out I'm hope to stop him, he doesn't. Instead he moves it away and stand in front of you.
"When will you realise I don't want to hurt you, that I'm not your enemy?" He asks, looking at your face, committing it to memory, he's itching to hold your face when you don't raise your eyes to him, "since I can remember, I've been waiting for this moment." He finally decides to take your face in his hands, the gesture is too gentle it makes your skin crawl.
You don't even know what to reply, you don't even understand what you did in the first place for him to develop such infatuation.
"I should've just ignored you."
He smirks and leans his forehead on yours, his hands on your face prevent you from pulling away, all you could do is wait and let him.
"You would've never done that." He informs you, his eyes closed as he enjoy the proximity, "you did love me at some point, you only need to find it again."
"I never loved you like this, Aemond... this is not..."
"It is." He interrupts you, moving his hands to your waist and hold you to him, taking advantage of your weakness, "it is, just give up and let yourself feel it."
He holds you so tight, so desperate, it's starting to hurt, so you attempt to push him away from you.
"Stop... you're hurting me..." you whisper hoping he would let go of you, "please.."
He stills, it gives you an opening and you manage to push him, at least a little, away from you.
He stares at you, eye dark as the night unfolding outside.
"Say it again." He tells you, you can feel the way his voice lowered. You shake you head no.
He then grabs your face again, not roughly, but firmly, with his lips so close to yours you share the same breath, he sighs, tiredly, "it's... so hard to wait until our wedding night."
He lets you go and move to the bed, taking the rest of his clothes off.
You're still by the window, dumbfounded with eyes glistening in fear.
"Just go..."
"Get in bed, don't make me come get you."
Your request gets cut off and you have no choice, you force your legs to move until you lay on the bed. You still try to at least put some distance between you two, it merely last a moment because Aemond's arm is around you instantly, pulling you against him. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling deeply, holding you close.
You lay awake the whole time, flinching at every slight movement from him, all night, until he wakes up to leave.
"I heard my brother's intentions to deny you food and water." He hums as he dresses, "I'd say it is a good incentive to help you accept the situation sooner. Though, you need to arrive to the wedding day alive, so, I will send someone with water for you."
"Fuck you."
"I promised you that." He smirks and then he nears the bed and leans over you, holding himself up with his arms, close to you, "I also suggest you to sleep, my love, you'll need it." He stands up and head to the door, "I'll come back sooner than you expect." And with that he leaves.
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The day that followed was a blur, you drifted in and out of sleep. Dreams merging to reality is what makes it harder for you to ease your nerves. Alicent visited you a few times, you weren't conscious enough to have a coherent conversation with her and remember it.
The lack of food is slowly getting to you, fatigue slowly taking possession of your bone and unfortunately you feel a headache already forming.
It's early morning when Alicent visits you again, she finds you curled up by the wall close to the window.
"How are you feeling?"
"Stop asking me that." You grunt, hugging yourself.
"I brought you something to eat." She tells you.
You bitterly laugh.
"Your sons won't be happy about it." You turn you face away from her and the small plate she brought.
"How many times will I have to tell you I'm sorry?" She sighs, exhausted, you don't answer her you just stare at the floor, "please, come eat something."
You sigh and force yourself up. She hands you a plate of fruit once you're close enough. You two sit on the bed as you look down at the plate.
"Thank you." You whisper and Alicent let out a relieved sigh.
"It's the least I could do..." she murmurs, "they don't listen to me anymore. I have no way of... fixing it."
"It's a little late for that."
"What happened between us?"She suddenly asks, catching you off guard with the question.
"What do you mean?" Plate forgotten beside you.
"All three of us were so close when we were younger..." she shakes her head, "and then..."
"Then you marry Viserys." You finish for her, "but it wasn't that. I can't speak for Rhaenyra, she never even wanted to adress it, but it's how you took on the role so quickly."
"I didn't have much of a choice."
"I know, you could've done some things differently though." You look at her, you sigh deeply and take her hands, "I'm not saying we are without fault, know that."
"I was jealous at some point of how you two were still close, I have to admit." She squeezes your hand, almost unconsciously, "I wanted to send you away."
"Oh did you now?" You can't help the chuckle, "how?"
"I don't know." You see her smile slightly, "I had thought about having you marry my brother. He sure would have accepted."
"Would he?" You're quite skeptical, you never actually talked to Gwayne Hightower, maybe once or twice at a tournament.
"Oh yes." She nods, her body relaxing, the memories of you as girls resurfacing by the minute, "he even asked for your favour at the tournament we had for Aegon's first name day, don't you remember?"
"Oh! Yes, I do." You chuckle a little.
"I think you talked for not even a minute and he was so taken, he asked me so many questions about you."
"Really?"
"Really, though I know you would've never accepted." She sighs again, defeat lacing her tone.
"Well, if it were for me, no, I wouldn't have." You reply, "Unfortunately, if the king himself ordered it, I wouldn't have had much of a choice."
"He would've never. I'm not sure how much he knew about... you..." she says the last part firmly, clearly referring to your relationship with Rhaenyra, "he knew his daughter was happier when you were with her, he only cared about that."
Grief overcomes you all of a sudden, you look away blinking away the tears forming in your eyes. All that happened hitting you like a brick in che face.
"I... I can't marry Aemond, Alicent." Your voice is unstable as you choke out the words, "I just can't. You can believe what you wish, but he killed Luke... and I can't..."
"Y/n..." she can't even finished her sentence, the door opens.
"Your grace, they're back from Rook's Rest." The guard informs Alicent, "the king is..."
"What?" She demands and you see the hesitation is the guard's eyes.
"Injured."
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"Y/n would know." Rhaenyra sighs, the search to a valid candidate to claim a dragon still at the beginning, "she would know how to do it."
"She would know how to calm you, mother." Jace smiles and Rhaenyra looks at her son with a mix of surprise and affection, "she would know how to calm us all."
"Have I ever told you that she delivered you?" She asks, gaining a surprised look from Jace, "yes, you're my first child, obviously I was terrified and the midwife wasn't very helpful. Y/n had been studying as a healer since she came to the Keep. When she found out I was pregnant, she spent those months, day and night, studying as a midwife."
"Did she?"
"Absolutely." Rhaenyra smile sadly at the thought, missing you like air, "she said she wanted to be as helpful as she could in case something happened."
"And they let her tend to you?"
"No, she was only allowed to help." Rhaenyra then lets out a small chuckle recalling the events, "she protested, of course.when it was finally time I was growing nervous by the minute, pain like I never felt before was all I could sense and the midwife at the time, she was... a cunt." That makes Jace smile fondly, "I was getting too agitated. Y/n noticed, like always, so... she literally pushed the midwife out, started barking orders to everyone there and tended to me herself."
"I can believe it." Jace chuckle, imagining the scene vividly.
"She was the first to hold you." Her eyes get watery, Jace hand her a handkerchief.
"You don't think she's marrying Aemond willingly, do you?" Jace tentatively asks, he knows the answer, he just needs to hear it.
"No." The reply is immediate, certain, "not at all. She would never. I know that."
"We should get her back then." There's determination in his voice, "I miss her hugs too."
Rhaenyra smiles again at her son and nods, the agreement is there. They'll get you back and take the throne.
Daemon would do anything to serve his Queen. If that meant ensuring the new dragon riders were of high standard then that was what he would do. But when the latest arrival reminds Rhaenyra far too much of her younger self, she begins to wonder if Daemon will leave her behind in favour of something new.
Italics signify Rhaenyra's POV, everything else will be Daemon/Reader.
kirimvose - thank you
Majis rȳbis, ao bantis rōvēdi otāptas - Very impressive, you have come far
Nyke kis ao hen emānis - I have something for you
Thank you to @legitalicat for the help!
The war for the throne had taken hold of everyone. There was not a corner that seemed to have escaped the flames. You had always lived in King's Landing, the Red Keep had long loomed over you.
The Targaryens had been almost akin to gods, your own silver locks making you feel like maybe you could have been of the same blood. As a child you would even imagine yourself, high in the clouds atop your own dragon.
So when the call for anyone believed to be of Valyrian descent to come before Queen Rhaenyra, you were one of many who fled the walls of King's Landing for the rocky shores of Dragonstone.
The chance of not only claiming a dragon of your own, but serving the rightful heir to the throne, was not something you planned to pass upon.
You watched in awe as the dragon named Silverwing flew high above the waters around Dragonstone, her new rider clinging to her back. You had heard from the others that Vermithor had been claimed too. You had watched the same people you had fled from King's Landing with, burn at the whim of a frustrated dragon. Others fleeing simply out of fear.
Despite yourself, disappointment coiled in your stomach. Those dreams from your childhood had been so close, yet they had fallen through your fingers like sand. Much like the sand that now crunched beneath your feet as you wandered along the stony shore. Dragonstone's imposing castle behind you, haunting you with your failure.
You could still hear the screeches of Silverwing above you. Imagine how it would feel to be up that high, the salty air whipping at your cheeks. Those thoughts consumed you to the point you didn't hear the distant roar, across the grey waters that surrounded the island.
You were no longer alone.
Daemon stood at the wall, staring out over the sea before him. Two dragons claimed, rumours of Seasmoke's new rider currently made their way through the walls of the castle. Though the unease still didn't seem to dissipate from his chest.
What if it wasn't enough? The dragons they had were formidable all in their own ways. But he had learned the hard way that strength and power did not win wars.
There needed to be more. The house of the dragon needed fire in the stomachs of their riders. What good were they if they could not stomach what it means to be at war?
Most of the aptly named Dragonseeds had either fled or perished beneath Vermithor's fury. The ones who had been successful still did not hold all of Daemon's faith. The safety of his wife, of his children, was on the line and he was resting his trust in strangers.
His eyes scanned the horizon, as though it would hold some answers. And then he saw it. The faint figure on the shore. But that wasn't what drew his eyes. It was the approaching figure of a dragon, far out over the sea. Only two more dragons resided on Dragonstone, and only one ever ventured out over the waters like this.
Grey Ghost.
As elusive, now, as the lone figure he seemed to be approaching.
You saw the waters move, the steady sound of wings through the air. You felt yourself brace, preparing for whatever beast approached you. And yet, nothing came. You had closed your eyes without even realising, now you let them open slowly.
The distant figure could only be a dragon. Your mind searching for the words the Queen had spoken as you had huddled with the others, about how many dragons resided on the island.
Three were claimed, all of you had been warned away from The Cannibal. You knew immediately it could not possibly be the larger beast. Yet the last name seemed to evade you. The distant dragon circled over the water, and you could hardly pull your eyes from it.
You watched as the dragon dived, disappearing beneath the water as a bird would. You were fascinated, everything you had ever learned about dragons seemed to be being proven wrong at every turn. Your eyes followed its every move, widening as you realised…
…it was coming closer.
Your mind screamed at you to run. This was a dragon on the hunt, you were on its territory now. Yet something kept you staring out to the sea, your feet taking you into the waves as if hypnotised. The heavy flapping of leathery wings only coming closer and closer.
Daemon couldn't believe his eyes. The elusive Grey Ghost was not only approaching the shore, but the stranger seemed to be unafraid. Even from this distance, he could see how they seemed to walk closer.
Was he about to witness something none had ever thought possible?
Could this be the turn of fate that was most sorely needed?
It had been so long since he had seen a bond such as yours between rider and dragon. You and Grey Ghost seemed so perfectly matched, as though the pale dragon had been waiting just for you. It reminded him of his own bond, how Caraxes seemed to understand Daemon's deepest of thoughts.
You were a source of fascination, if not obsession for him. The other, newly claimed dragons were a prize he would never diminish, but you were an unexpected gift. The fire he had been searching for seemed to already simmer inside you. And Grey Ghost quickly proved to be far more fearsome than his demeanour displayed.
Or maybe, that was your influence?
Daemon, without even realising, poured every second he had spare into furthering your skill. Into making you a dragon rider to fear. Day after day, spilling into weeks. Offering all the knowledge he had to you, which you welcomed gladly.
But it seemed it was not the fear of your enemies that you instilled. But the Queen you sought to serve.
Fears Daemon had done nothing to temper.
"She is exceptional," he began, for what felt the hundredth time.
Rhaenyra had listened time and time again. At first she agreed, you did in fact seem to have grasped the role of a dragon rider by the proverbial and literal reins. But soon, he didn't just stop at your skill. He would describe the ins and outs of your behaviour as though you were the most fascinating person in the world.
But that wasn't what had begun to needle at her.
"Such fire in her, Rhaenyra, a defiance I have not seen since…"
Daemon glanced at her, a glimmer of something in his eyes Rhaenyra couldn't quite place.
"…well, since you."
That cut her so much deeper than she expected. It should be a compliment, to have someone so 'exceptional' compared to her. But it was how he said it. A tone of almost…affection. Her eyes met his, that glimmer seemed to only shine brighter.
"And look at what we became…"
Daemon had promised her that everything he did was in the name of their cause, in her name. That he wanted nothing more than for the throne she had been promised to be securely in her grasp.
So why did his actions feel so self-serving?
Of course, more dragons at her back were a welcome sight. Knowing that she had taken something from the Greens. Knowing that there was even a glimmer of hope that the Iron Throne would be hers. Yet each night, something gnawed at Rhaenyra.
She knew next to nothing about the new riders, aside from their names and where they had come from. But those she had met had proven loyal, up until now. Two had heeded her call, one had pledged his loyalty to her without a moment's hesistation.
The fourth, however, she didn't yet feel like she knew. The young woman, who had managed to claim the elusive Grey Ghost.
But Rhaenyra had managed to convince herself that she wasn't concerned about the new rider's youth or gender. It should have thrilled her to see such a thing. Yet with every passing moment, that void within her seemed to grow.
A void which seemed to begin and end with Daemon. He had taken the young woman under his wing, so to speak. He taught her Valyrian, he taught her how to mount her dragon, how to tend to him should he be injured. Daemon was an experienced rider and he was passing his knowledge onto a new rider.
Until she realised he did those things only for her.
Rhaenyra had not seen Daemon for most of that evening. It wasn't unusual, he would often take it upon himself to run an errand in the name of the war. But tonight, something simply didn't sit right with her. She tried to ignore, to push away the same feeling that had gnawed at her for so long.
Because something simply told her where he was. Where she had refused to believe he spent most evenings.
With her.
Rhaenyra wanted to believe he saw something in her and that it was something that could turn the tide of war to their benefit. But still, her feet took her towards the library. A place she would often find Daemon as it was when he could not sleep.
As she turned the corner, Rhaenyra could see the flickering light of the candles and the low hum of voices. She recognised them immediately and that dark voice began to creep into the back of her head. Telling her that Daemon held more than just fascination for the younger woman. That his attentions were no different than those he once held for her.
Rhaenyra had heard him praise her, lauding her quick learning when it came to dragon riding. But that wasn't the problem. Rhaenyra herself was impressed by her bond with Grey Ghost. It was a testament to her nature, it seemed, to have claimed such a timid dragon.
It was the other compliments that Daemon would pay. Extolling her wit and tenacity. Spending hours teaching her High Valyrian, even the art of the blade. Having seemingly decided that this young woman was to be the next Visenya, he was all but short of saying those words himself.
As she closed in, she could see them. Just through the crack in the door. She knew she shouldn't linger, but that voice, the gnawing in her gut was just too strong to ignore.
Daemon stood across the table, hands clasped behind his back as he watched his young student. A smile Rhaenyra was sure he had once only reserved for her on his face. Even the way he stood, he seemed so calm in her presence.
"Majis rȳbis, ao bantis rōvēdi otāptas," Daemon praised, walking around the table though his hands remained clasped.
The young woman's voice was cautious as she answered, letting what she wished to say swirl around her mouth.
"…kirimvose…"
Daemon's smile only widened as he moved to stand behind her. Rhaenyra watched his every move. How his eyes never seemed to leave his precious rider, how he seemed far less tense than he was anywhere else in the castle. Even, she realised, in their own chambers.
She tried to chase that thought away. But Rhaenyra recognised that look. It was a look she had seen so many times, when she was younger. When the throne was less of a looming shadow on her life. Her eyes couldn't break from them, her chest tight as Daemon took the young woman's arm, turning her to face him.
"Nyke kis ao hen emānis," Daemon whispered, his other hand appearing from behind his back.
Rhaenyra saw the soft glint of the metal under the candlelight. The slender blade pressed gently into the young rider's hand, the touch lingering for what felt like a moment too long. The feeling in her chest made her feel like she was suffocating. Before now, she had tried to explain away her worries. Tried to ignore what others would see.
But it was harder and harder to ignore now. Rhaenyra found her feet carrying her away as the feeling in her chest grew.
Spending your evenings in the library with Daemon had become a source of excitement. Watching how you progressed was a source of pride for the prince. You hadn't realised it immediately, but he had seen something in you that he had wished to see proven.
He had been teaching you High Valyrian, the ancestral language of the Targaryens and their dragons. Daemon had assured you that there was no better way to work with your dragon than to speak in such a tongue.
And you had tried. Putting more effort into your studies than you were sure you had ever put into anything in your life. With Daemon's encouragement, it paid off. Your relationship with Grey Ghost had rocketed in what felt like days.
Tonight, he intended to test what you remembered. He stood in front of you, hands clasped behind his back as he watched your eyes scan the scrolls before you.
"Words mean little unless you can grasp the context, the feeling behind them," Daemon said calmly.
Your hands laid flat on the scrolls. Commands needed power. Compliments needed gentleness. Titles needed respect. It was all about the meaning as well as the word itself. You repeated each sentence, the same way he'd instructed over and over. Without emotion first, with it second.
With each word that passed your lips, Daemon's smile grew. He had seen such promise in only one person before, aside from what he saw in himself. It was like he was a young man again.
Which made what lay hidden in his clasped hands, shielded behind his back even more worthy of you.
You finished the sentences with a relieved sigh. Meeting Daemon's gaze and matching his smile with your own.
"Majis rȳbis, ao bantis rōvēdi otāptas."
Daemon had moved around the table. You had grown used to the way he would move, it always felt like he was inspecting you. You couldn't help the way your smile broke wider. He had spoken slower than you imagined was natural for him, but you had understood enough of the sentence to know he was paying you a compliment.
You let the word settle on your tongue, feeling the way the sounds needed to roll around your mouth when you spoke.
"…kirimvose…"
It was like you could physically see him swell in pride. Then he was beside you, a gentle hand on your arm turning you to face him. Hidden just behind the pride, was something almost like mischief.
Something silver shimmered under the candlelight, before cool leather pressed against your palm. Daemon's hand squeezing yours to hold tight before letting go. You finally took it in, the perfectly crafted blade felt like it belonged in your hand.
"Valyrian steel," Daemon explained, running a finger down the blade before stepping back.
As if on instinct, you held it out as though preparing to strike. It was like the proud smile was glued to Daemon's face. He had made the right choice with you.
That feeling refused to go away. It plagued Rhaenyra as much as the war did. Consuming her thoughts when she least wished it to. When Daemon would return, hair tangled by the wind and smelling like smoke, his dutiful student at his heel. It seemed his time was becoming more and more monopolised.
Yet at each turn, he would assure her he was just ensuring the throne would be hers. That it was another arrow in their proverbial quiver in the upcoming battles.
"We need every blade and talon we can!"
Daemon paced in front of her, almost manic. Rhaenyra didn't need to hear him say it, but she knew exactly what he was implying.
She had seen his training, how he had given his time and energy to teach the young woman more than just dragon riding. He had taught her to wield a blade. He had gifted her a blade. A Valyrian blade.
Every time Rhaenyra would see it strapped at her hip, it was like a fist clamped at her heart. Yet the words, the accusations, never seemed to make their way out of her mouth. She let it fester. Continued to try and deny that Daemon had not begun to turn his attention and loyalty to another.
To someone who seemed to remind him of who Rhaenyra had once been. That made it worse. It wasn't that he was absent, it was that he was all but replacing her and she wasn't sure he realised. He believed he was doing this for her.
He had promised, this time he would attend. That he would be at her side during the Council. That he would be there to explain what benefit the new riders would bring to their cause.
Word of the Triarchy's sailing towards the Gullet had put the Council on edge. Any words Rhaenyra seemed to speak fell on deaf ears. Her knowledge of the fleet was minimal, she needed Daemon to offer assurance. Yet, as seemed to happen more often than not recently, he had let her down time and time again.
But he had promised that this time, he would be there. And Rhaenyra was fool enough to believe him. That small hope that he would find his way back to her.
The council assembled. Before Rhaenyra had even taken her seat, Daemon's absence was put into question.
"Is Prince Daemon not joining us, Your Grace?" Ser Alfred asked, the other council members quickly adding to his question with their own.
Yet she had no answer. How could she lie again? Daemon's fascination his precious student was not lost on them either and Rhaenyra could see it. She could see it every time Daemon or she would be mentioned. When the two would return to Dragonstone side by side, or out by the shore blades in hand.
She knew others would see their evenings in the library. How could no one else see what she did?
In silence, she took her seat. Her eyes, however, remained trained on the door. As though the longer she looked, the more likely it would be that Daemon would walk through it. Because he had promised.
The council, however, were not letting the subject lie just yet.
"Mayhaps he is training his new prodigy?" Lord Gormon chuckled, earning agreement from those around him.
But Rhaenyra couldn't hear them.
He had promised.
He had promised and now that promise was broken. The lie stung, making her blood run hot and cold at the same time. Her eyes burning as the room seemed to spin around her. Her stomach felt like a storm.
If he had lied about this, what else had he lied about?
❝ — 🐉 lady l: this is weirdly long but I needed to get it out of my head! This is based on a concept they sent me a while ago. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️
❝tw: incest, slight nsfw, obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of pregnancy.
❝🐉pairing: yandere!daemyra x rhaenyra's twin sister!reader.
You were Rhaenyra's twin, born a few minutes after her, and because of that, she always had a strong instinct to protect you, to take care of you and she always does. All your life, it was you and Rhaenyra against the world. And this arrangement always left you satisfied, you loved your sister and she loved you fervently in return.
Rhaenyra has always been very persuasive and for as long as you can remember she would convince you of anything; breaking rules, running away, stealing cake from the kitchen and getting into trouble. She didn't care, she valued you deeply and wanted to spend all her time with you.
Aemma and Viserys sometimes went crazy with the two of you being so naughty, but in the end, they always joined you. Aemma tried to be a little tougher with you both, but she always gave in eventually. Viserys didn't even try.
Rhaenyra was very possessive too, because you were her twin sister, she always felt entitled and that you belonged to her. After all, you shared the same womb and were born together, you belonged to her, in a way.
She was always quite bold and direct, and was often reprimanded for it. Rhaenyra knew she loved you more than she should have, but you were Targaryens, according to the traditions of your house and family, there was nothing wrong with her being in love with you. It was just the Targaryen way.
The only problem was that you were a woman. Not for her, that would never be a problem, but for others it would. She couldn't marry you and have you officially and it tore her apart inside.
That didn't mean she hid what she felt from you, because once she knew what she felt, Rhaenyra went to your room, which was next to hers, and confessed to you. It was embarrassing and a little awkward, but she was being sincere and it touched you.
You felt the same way about her too and it was eating you alive not being able to tell her, but she took the first step and you felt grateful. You didn't have any kind of experience, but you knew some things. The first kiss was sloppy and a little awkward, but it was understandable given the lack of experience between the two of you, but it was a precious moment,
You just kissed and hugged for a while, not knowing how to proceed. Until Daemon returns to King's Landing after winning the war in the Stepstones. You always liked your uncle, even though he caused a lot of trouble, he entertained you. And the feeling was mutual.
Daemon knew there was something between you and Rhaenyra, he very quickly noticed the looks and subtle touches you exchanged. It wasn't something platonic, he knew that and he wanted to know more.
During the night of Daemon's return, you had gone to Rhaenyra's room, as you always did, and there you found, along with her, some clothes left by your uncle and a note. Although your mind was full of doubts, you changed and followed your sister, who seemed excited for some reason.
Meeting up with Daemon, you explored a bit of King's Landing and before you knew it, you were in a brothel. You observed your surroundings with curiosity and interest, men and women doing intimate things.
When Daemon kissed Rhaenyra, you felt mixed feelings; surprise and jealousy being the biggest one. You would maybe scream at him when he kissed you, his experienced and strong lips yours, leaving you weak. You felt a desire rise within you.
His touches were strong and good, he knew what he was doing and you felt numb as he explored your body with his hands. Rhaenyra watched everything curiously. But something had changed inside him, as Daemon decided to stop touching you and left you and Rhaenyra alone in the brothel. You wanted to kill him here.
You and Rhaenyra returned to the Red Keep, sneaking out so you wouldn't be found and you both knew you wouldn't be able to sleep after witnessing what you saw. So, it was that night that you went further and had sex for the first time.
It wasn't something shy, but rather intimate. You had no experience, but it was good. Rhaenyra touched your body with care and her tongue loved your most sensitive parts, she quickly learned how to pleasure you. You reciprocated the pleasure as best you could, with your face buried between her legs, eliciting sighs and moans from her.
The following days were tortuous. Viserys had found out about your escapade and Daemon had been exiled and Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor. You would also have to get married, but your husband had not yet been chosen. Your sister's wedding was a painful time for you and her, the two of you constantly exchanging glances and Daemon had returned to the wedding, widowed and with your father's very reluctant permission, you and Daemon had gotten married.
After the wedding, you were forced to separate from Rhaenyra and you lived in Pentos with Daemon. You had learned to love your husband and he loved you, so it wasn't bad. Your heart ached to be away from your twin sister, but you were happy with your husband.
Daemon wasn't that bad, at least to you. He was loyal and treated you with kindness and respect, loving every part of you and comforting you when you were in pain. His kisses were more demanding and dominant, just like sex. Although very possessive and sometimes annoying, Daemon took care of you the best way he could.
Daemon had a lot of experience and knew how to please you, his fingers dipped between your legs and his mouth on your breasts or when he was buried in your heat he made you scream with pleasure.
You and Rhaenyra exchanged letters and a few years passed and children were born. You had two daughters with Daemon, twins, and Rhaenyra had had three sons. You met again at your cousin Laena's funeral, and a weight was lifted from your shoulders when she pulled you into a hug and held you, not wanting to let you go.
The three of you found yourself in a part away from all the whining and all the longing was broken. Words were exchanged, mainly between Daemon and Rhaenyra and when there was nothing more to be said, the clothes were removed and you made love on the floor, the longing prolonging the reunion.
Unbeknownst to you, while you were sleeping, Rhaenyra and Daemon met and actually talked. They knew they both loved you deeply and wanted you and were willing to cooperate and the best way was for you to get married in a traditional valyrian ceremony. With the plans made, Laenor was "eliminated".
You were shocked and saddened by your cousin's death, but you felt relieved because it now meant that Rhaenyra would be free.
During one afternoon, you, Daemon and Rhaenyra were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony, where you could be officially married. You became Rhaenyra's wife and she became yours and Daemon's. Finally you were complete and when the kiss was given, sealing the union, you knew there was more to this marriage.
The wedding with your uncle and sister would prove to be one of your fondest memories after the tragedy that followed over the next few years.
But for now, you would enjoy your possessive and protective husband and wife as much as you could, because only the gods know it won't be for long.
