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*You aren't in a relationship*
𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑦
・Your quarters weren't too far from her own, and although she usually knocked, today she did not.
・You were wrestling with the piece of clothing, muttering curses when Dany opened the door and walked straight in
"Oh! I apologise-" she said quickly, though not before she looked you over once more.
・You were even more flustered now. Your damned clothes were too difficult and now the Queen, whom you had loved ever since you met her, had seen your naked rear-end.
𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑟
・You had gotten a room at an inn
・With such high occupany, you had to share the room
・It was just after supper and you were changing into something more comfortable.
・The door creaked open and you were stark naked.
・You squeaked. And tried to hold some material against your form
・Sandor just stood there, huffed and turned around.
"It's not anything I haven't seen before..." he mumbled, trying to keep his composure.
・You threw a pillow at his head.
𝐽𝑜𝑛
・Your door was slightly ajar when you started to undress. There weren't many people in Winterfell's castle and you didn't think there would be anyone to bother you
・You were completely wrong.
・While undoing the buttons on your clothing, there was a slight knock and then the door was swung open
・You gasped, turning around and using your clothes to put something against exposure
"I- I'm sorry-" Jon hesitated and tried to say something else but his words came out jumbled
"Jon?" You said with mild humour
"Yes, yes, no, yes, okay, I'm going to leave-"
𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎
・Well-mannered and composed, that's what Sansa had been, up to this point.
・She had walked in on you, and you had been utterly naked.
・Sansa kept repeating her apologies, over and over again. Her hand was in front of her face and she moved toward the door.
・The door had swung closed when she first came in. And somehow, now, she couldn't get the door to open
"I-, I'm-"
"It's okay," you said with heated cheeks. You quickly put something easy over your head and then suddenly the door opened.
・And Sansa ran out.
𝐽𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒
・The thoughts in his head were absolutely filthy.
・He wanted you badly. And it was obvious when he walked in on you.
・He swore underneath his breath, a yearning so fierce was felt in his bones.
"Jaime!" You yelled, hiding behind your wardrobe.
・He let out chuckle and nodded.
"My apologies."
𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑
・The tent was warm as you changed, from snow covered clothes into slightly less snow covered clothes
・Tormund opened the tent's flap and halted where he stood.
"Mmm," he groaned. Not able to look away.
"Tormund, I swear-" You growled, picking up your dagger and throwing it at his feet.
"I will leave now," he said smirking. Except he picked up your dagger and placed it on your bed.
𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒
・Back straight and walking with purpose, Brienne needed you for plans around the castle.
・She knocked, and waited for an answer.
・Thinking she had heard you, she walked in and instantly panicked.
"I thought you said-" She started but her usual composure started to crack.
・You slipped your night clothes back on and couldn't stop yourself from feeling bad for Brienne. Even though it should be you, who felt embarrassed.
・But you could never feel embarrassed around Brienne, she made you feel at ease, all the time.
"It's okay, I'm clothed!"
𝑂𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑛
・It was early morning, the sun had only just risen and you were getting dressed for the day
・You hadn't even realised Oberyn had come in until he said:
"You look even better without clothes, my dear."
・You jumped, heart racing at the sudden noise
"What-" You said, unaware of Oberyn's comment. You were too engrossed in trying to calm down
"Sorry for disturbing you, love," and then he disappeared.
・You had to sit down, you had calmed but noticed that you had been completely composed.
The doors to the queen’s bedchamber are heavy beneath your hands, the carved wood cool under your fingertips as you push them open. The room is dimly lit, the golden glow of scattered candles casting soft shadows along the stone walls. A warm breeze from the open balcony stirs the sheer curtains framing her bed, the scent of burning incense and jasmine lingering in the air.
Daenerys stands near the balcony that looks over the city, her back to you, her silver hair cascading down her back like silk. The tension in her shoulders is visible even from across the room, her posture poised but weary. You swallow, stepping forward before dropping into a low curtsy.
“Khaleesi, shall I help you prepare for bed?”
She doesn’t answer immediately, only tilts her head slightly in your direction. Then, finally, she exhales.
“Yes, please.”
You move with practiced ease, already knowing her preferences. First, you light a brazier to heat her bathwater, ensuring it's scorching hot just as she likes it. Next, you add the fragrant oils, selecting the subtle lavender ones she favors, the ones that don’t overwhelm her sensitive senses. When you turn back to her, she has already begun to undo the clasps of her gown, the fine fabric slipping off her shoulders. Without thinking, you step forward to help, your fingers brushing against her bare skin as you ease the garment down the curve of her spine. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t tense—if anything, she leans into your touch, trusting, unguarded.
Daenerys has always trusted you with her comfort. You were gifted to her during her wedding to Khal Drogo, one of her handmaidens alongside Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah, and you chose to remain by her side after the Khal's death. Irri taught her to ride horses, Jhiqui taught her the Dothraki tongue, and you were there to dress her, tend to her needs, and care for her through every struggle.
You've seen her at her highest and her lowest. Though she's close to all her handmaidens, you've always been different.
When Daenerys struggled to adapt to Dothraki life as a new Khaleesi, you stayed up with her through long nights, soothing her wounds and offering comfort. Once things had settled down after Daenerys took Meereen, she would send away Irri and Jhiqui, leaving only you to perform your handmaiden duties. Sometimes, she would call for you and have you do nothing but sit with her and talk about her day. She would rest her head in your lap, and you would run your fingers through her hair.
Your hands tremble slightly as you take the last of her clothing, folding it neatly before guiding her into the bath. The water ripples as she sinks into it with a sigh, her head tilting back against the smooth stone. You kneel beside the tub, dipping a cloth into the warm water before running it gently over her shoulders.
She closes her eyes. “It has been a long day.”
You hesitate before speaking. “Are things difficult with the council?”
A quiet laugh escapes her, breathy and tired. “Always, you know how men are. Because I am a woman they want to control the amount of power I have.”
You continue your work in silence, trailing the cloth down her arms, over the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her skin is warm beneath your hands, softened by the water. When you reach for the vial of scented oil, her eyes flutter open, watching as you smooth it along her chest, fingertips pressing gently into the knots of tension there.
“You are kind to me,” she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. She reaches out and runs her fingers over your knuckles “Always so gentle.”
Your breath catches, but you do not falter. “It is my duty, Khaleesi.”
Her lips curve as she stares at you, but there is something unreadable in her gaze. She gave you that expression a lot these days. “Is it only duty?”
You have no answer for that.
When her bath is finished, you help her out of the water, wrapping her in a soft linen towel before guiding her to the vanity. She sits, allowing you to take the brush and work through the damp tangles of her hair. The rhythmic strokes are soothing, and she relaxes beneath your touch, the tension from earlier melting away.
For a long while, there is only the sound of the brush moving through her hair and the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. But then—
“Stay with me tonight?.”
Your fingers still, breath hitching in your throat. You meet her gaze in the mirror, expecting amusement, a test, but there is none of that. Just quiet longing, an unspoken plea.
“Khaleesi—”
“Daenerys,” she corrects softly. “You don’t need to refer to me by my title while we are alone”.
She gently places a hand on your cheek "I have more enemies than I can count. I want to keep you safe—you, Irri, Jhiqui, Missandei, but you most of all. And yet..." She pauses, her expression tightening with conflict. "I know if I took you as mine, you'd never be safe. There's no way to hide it, no way to shield you from their knives or their whispers. But I can't help it—I know it’s selfish but I cannot help it, I want you to be mine anyway." She quiets again before continuing “I don’t want to be your queen tonight. I want you to treat me as a normal woman would treat her normal lover”
Your hands tremble against her hair. “If anyone were to see—”
She turns in her seat then, looking up at you with something achingly vulnerable in her expression. “No one will. And if they do, let them.”
After a brief moment of silence, the fragile walls between you shatter.
You don’t resist as she reaches for your hand, guiding you toward the bed, her fingers laced with yours. The silk sheets are cool beneath your touch as she pulls you down beside her, close enough that you can feel the steady rise and fall of her breath.
She says nothing else, only shifts closer, pressing her forehead against your shoulder.
You hesitate for only a moment before wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss against her forehead, holding her the way you have always wanted to but never dared.
Tomorrow, she will be your queen again. She will sit upon her throne, unyielding and fierce, the breaker of chains, the mother of dragons.
Part of him had expected to be executed right then and there in the fighting pit, after all, he'd thrown a spear in the direction of the Targaryen and nearly impaled one of her knights. His victory in the pits had been shortlived afterward, with a swift order to throw him in the dungeons for an 'attempted assassination' where he'd be thoroughly questioned. A few hours had seemingly passed since then, and he kept himself busy by napping against the rough stone walls and hearing the groans and moans of fellow prisoners. The door at the end of the corridor opened with a loud whine and his eyes parted, hearing heavy footsteps walking right toward his cell.
"Are you certain he is who you say?" A woman's voice asked, light and youthful. The Targaryen, perhaps, or possibly the advisor girl who trailed after her everywhere. He hardly cared about Meereen's newest ruler, much less had time to learn anything about her and her people.
"Yes, Your Grace. My eyes have yet to deceive me." A man answered, his voice lower in pitch and withered by age. The knight he'd almost killed, no doubt. (Y/N) almost snorted. He must've bruised an ego or two by accident.
"Very well." The woman responded and the dimly lit corridor brightened with the light of a torch. The man holding it appeared to indeed be the knight if the scowl on his face said anything. (Y/N) hummed and shifted slightly to face the newcomers, his eyes trailing from the knight to the young woman standing beside him. Her long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders partly pulled back into braids and framing her oval face. The ends of her dress had grown stained from the walk through the corridor, the light blue now a dark shade of brown, but she hardly seemed to mind or notice.
"Will I be killed by fire or eaten by one of your... 'children'? I always wondered how that'd feel like. Horrible, probably, but at least it beats drinking yourself to death, aye, Gaz?" The prisoner across from his cell made a low grunt of acknowledgment, uttering a frail curse directed at him. (Y/N) grinned and the knight's eyes narrowed further.
"You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the-"
"Queen of Meereen would've done fine, Ser. Don't waste your breath on the rest." (Y/N)'s interruption only seemed to fuel the knight's irritation further and he opened his mouth again, likely to bestow some sort of lecture upon him before Daenerys Stormborn raised her hand to silence him, casting a thankful look over her shoulder at him and stepping closer to the cell.
"Do you have a problem with my titles?"
"You rule Meereen, no? You should, uh, shorten it to Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of Mereen, the Mother of Dragons, and the rest of it. You are not Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Daenerys Stormborn. House Baratheon sits on the throne, though last I heard, those fools were fighting each other."
"And from what I've been told, those fools were your brothers. I'm sorry for your losses, I know what it is like to lose two brothers." Daenerys hardly sounded apologetic, although he hardly blamed her. His brothers, especially Robert, were difficult to like. "But if rumors are to be believed and if your last brother, Stannis, falls as well... it will make you Lord of Storm's End."
"And those who believe the rumors about Robert's wife believe you are the next in line for the throne. Yet, here you are, fightin' in pits like an animal and sittin' in dungeons. What happened to you, boy? Everyone's been searchin' for you." (Y/N) tore his eyes away from them and stared at the wall in front of him, his lips twisting and jaw clenching. He'd been the last born, the last son of Lord Steffon and Lady Cassana Baratheon. He wondered what they would've thought of the messes their sons had created for themselves. Two were dead, the other lost his mind, and the last one fled home before a marriage could've been thrusted upon him.
" I suppose I am already Lord of Storm's End, seeing as Stannis believes himself to be King. If you have come here to ask for my support, you will be disappointed, however. You can hardly rule Meereen. How will you rule the Seven Kingdoms? You've been away from court for years, Daenerys Stormborn. You have no right to the throne unless you take it as my brother did, and even then, those who survived King Aerys will fear having another Targaryen as ruler. You will have to work harder than Robert to win the trust and loyalty of any noble."
"Sounds as if you know quite a lot about ruling. I am in need of another advisor, Lord Baratheon. Perhaps, you could fill that role."
Daenerys's room had the best view in Meereen with its large balcony showing the large expense of the city and the breeze that flowed in, keeping the room cool even on the worst days when the sun shone down on them relentlessly. (Y/N) enjoyed the view, and especially enjoyed the breeze, although he hardly had reason to leave the Great Pyramid after having been ordered to remain inside unless accompanied by a loyal servant of Daenerys. At least her distrust in him had lessened tremendously over time.
"(Y/N)," Daenerys sighed, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder and opening those dazzling eyes of hers to peer up at him. "Tell me more of Storm's End." She said softly, her fingers trailing down his arm until she found his hand, intertwining their fingers together. (Y/N) chuckled, resting his chin atop her head and feeling her silver strands tickle his skin.
"Well, as the tale goes, the Storm Kings ruled the Stormlands for millennia until Aegon's Conquest when he sent his commander, Orys Baratheon, to battle with the last Storm King. Orys won the battle and took the late Storm King's daughter as his bride thus becoming Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. Since then, Storm's End has been ruled by House Baratheon." (Y/N) recounted the history that'd been engrained into his head from the moment he could understand language. Baratheons had always been proud of their history, of their ancient lineage. He tilted his head, lips brushing over her hair and pressed against her forehead. Daenerys smiled. "Why are you interested in Storm's End, Dany?"
"Because..." She trailed off, eyes flickering away briefly. She moved slightly, peeling away from his side to instead straddle his lap, her bare chest pressing against his. "Because I care about you. More than I'd like to admit. You are not the man I thought you'd be. You are... incredibly vexing and arrogant but you are intelligent and a just man. I have been... thinking... about what was said that night in the dungeons. Ser Barriston is right, as are you. I have much to learn, but I believe with you at my side, we could rule the Seven Kingdoms together."
"Dany-"
"I know you care about me, too. I know Kings Landing will accept you as their king and any other children we have will rule over Storm's End, just as your family has all these years. I spoke with Ser Barriston, I asked for his advice and he gave his approval. We could wed, whether in Targaryen custom or Baratheon, and rule the Seven Kingdoms."
"Wait, wait," (Y/N) exhaled, sitting up further and delicately cupping her face in his hands. "Any other children?" Her features softened, her lips forming a gleeful smile. She leaned back, away from him, and peered down at herself, her hand coming to lovingly rest on her belly.
Hi! Just an update- I'm working on updating Sunlight. Daenerys x Fem reader!
I apologize for my absence and delays, I've been working through almost being homeless as well as getting back on my feet. There WILL be a chapter within the next month. And I'm hoping to finish at least by next half of the year. Mid 2025.
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Thankyou for your immense patience and care. I appreciate you.
Based on this request: Some Danearys X reader fluff perhaps? Dany and the Dragon crew are astonished of the reader being constantly hungry wolfing down her meals and being rarely seen in.the palace. Until they realise that the reader is sneaking off to train under Jorah in order to defend Dany should the need arise. Due to constantly working out she is always tired and hungry. Some Dany fluff please?
Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*
Warnings: Fluff!
Pairings/Characters: Daenerys Targaryen x reader, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tyrion Lannister
Daenerys was confused. She hardly saw you anymore. And when she did, it was only at meals or when you were sleeping next to her. She was surprised at the change in your routine, but was even more surprised to see you wolfing down every meal like it was the last one you'd ever have. Then, you'd disappear again. And Jorah would always go with you.
Rumors began circulating that you and Jorah may have been lovers. The very thought was almost maddening to Daenerys. It wasn't because she didn't want you to be happy, but the two of you were already lovers and you had always been honest with one another. If you wanted to be with Jorah, why not tell Daenerys herself? In any case, the queen found herself dying to know what was going on with you, but she was not prepared for the answer.
It was Tyrion and Missandei that figured it out first. The two had formed an odd friendship during Tyrion's time in Meereen and had been walking outside when they saw the reason for the change in your routine. Both immediately returned to Daenerys' side. "You should see this, Khaleesi," Missandei told her, "It is Y/N." Daenerys was up and following them in no time.
The sound of steel striking against steel was heard before she saw anything. Then, Jorah's voice reached her ears. "You're too slow. You need to forget that I'm your friend for the moment. You cannot hesitate!" A higher pitched groan was followed by, "I'm trying!" Daenerys and the others finally made it outside to a sight Daenerys was not prepared for.
You were standing in front of Jorah, sword in hand and a scowl on your face. "Not hard enough. What if it was a true enemy? What if I were trying to hurt Khaleesi?" A stormy look crossed your features as a smirk came over Jorah's. "There it is. Use it. You asked me to train you so that can protect her, right? Then train like you mean it! Again!"
Daenerys watched as you came at Jorah with sword raised. There was speed and fury in your movements that she'd never seen from you before. This was why you kept disappearing? Why you were eating so quickly and why you were so exhausted all the time? So you could protect her. Daenerys was touched beyond words. She never knew one person was capable of such love and devotion for another. She decided not to interrupt your training and returned back inside.
She waited for you later than evening in the chambers you sometimes shared. As soon as the door opened, Daenerys shot to her feet. You closed the door behind you and turned to her with a soft, sleepy smile. "Good evening, Da-" Your greeting was cut off by her practically throwing herself at you and pressing her lips to yours. You let out a surprised squeak as you almost missed catching her before she could send you both falling to the ground. She pulled back, grinning.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?" you asked with a light laugh. "I know what you've been doing for me." Your brows furrowed. "Jorah told you?" She shook her head and explained what had happened. Your frown grew. "Are you angry?"
"What? Why should I be angry? No one has ever gone to such great lengths for me. I'm honored and, honestly don't know how I could ever thank you enough. And I'm glad to know what has brought on the sudden changes I've been seeing in you." You dipped your head in embarrassment. "Jorah said I should stop being so exhausted once I'm used to the training. Unfortunately, the eating may never change back."
Daenerys kissed you again. "I don't care about that. Just as I never cared whether you could protect me or not. That's why I have dragons and the Unsullied. I love you, no matter what." You blinked at her in surprise. While it was true the two of you had been lovers for a while, you'd never said those three powerful words. She laughed a bit and continued, "I'd love to show my appreciation." It didn't take a genius to know what she meant.
"As nice as that would be, I'm not sure I have the strength tonight. But I would love to just lie down with you…after a bath." Her smirk turned into a genuine grin. "I think I'd like that." She helped you remove your training armor while a servant prepped a bath.
Once you were clean, you let Daenerys lead you to the bed and laid down. you face each other, legs tangled together. One of her arms rested on your waist while your hand reached up to tuck a strand of the almost-white hair behind her ear. Her violet eyes stared at you with such adoration you couldn't help but lean over and give her a peck on the lips.
"I love you, Daenerys. More than I have ever loved anyone else," you whispered. She pulled you a bit closer as you moved your hand to cup her cheek. She leaned into your touch with a sigh. "I love you," she replied, her own eyes growing heavier by the minute. With a chuckle, you kiss her again before letting sleep take you.
(a/n: I hope you like it! I've been able to get several requests done in the last few days so...requests may just be open for my birthday tomorrow!)
Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually) 
Season 1-8
Word Count: 1,375
Note: Hey guys!! It’s been a year since I started this series and I was really excited to continue, I really was. But months flew by and my life began to take a different course, now, I can’t make promises that I’ll be uploading soon again, though I will try if I have time to spare and my imagination cooperates :) Hope you enjoy this chapter! And thank you all for your patience, it’ll be rewarded!
Months have flew by way too fast. And now you were feeling more confident around the northern lady and your family. You’d keep her from any harm they would try to inflict on her no matter the consequences, yet you were cautions cause Joffrey was still so damn annoying. Though since Margaery arrived to the capital she has been keeping him rather distracted.
“Because the truth is always either terrible or boring.”
“Am I boring?” You approached Sansa from behind, daintily kissing her cheek.
“Not at all.” She answered with a broad simper.
“You shouldn’t be too obvious in plain sight.” Shae subtly advised.
“You are right. We should be more careful.” You peered up to see if the guards were staring your way, when you confirmed they were not you stole a kiss on her silky lips. She giggled.
“Have a lovely day. I’ll meet you later. My grandfather requested my presence.” It was true... Tywin wanted to speak privately with you, and you sort of imagined why.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
“My ladies.” You winked playfully at Sansa before walking away.
“You really like her, don’t you?” Shae asked Sansa well knowing the answer to her own question.
“She is perfect.” She let out a love sigh.
“You trust her?”
“The princess has always treated me with respect. I always dreamed with a handsome knight or a sweet prince, then I met her and she is far more better than any of that.” Sansa confessed.
“She seems to be a good girl.” Lord Baelish approached the two women.
“Lovely day for it. May I speak with lady Sansa alone for a moment?” Shae stood up and walked back to Ros.
“I saw your mother not long ago. She’s very eager to see you. And your sister.” He commented.
“Arya’s alive?”
“Oh yes. Indeed she is. But... I’ve noticed you’ve grown quite attached to princess Y/N.” He chose carefully his words.
“I have. She is and extraordinary friend.” Sansa added. “I’m very lucky to be her friend.”
“You are. I’m waiting for word on an assignment that will take me far away from the capital. When I set sail, I might be able to bring you with me. But you’d need to be ready to leave on a moment’s notice.” Sansa widen her eyes. She didn’t really want to leave now... did she? After all she knew she’ll never be truly free here.
“I... I’m not sure if that’s a wise idea, Lord Baelish.” She conflicted admitted.
“And why’s that? Other than the risks it involves of course.”
“Well, as I said before, King’s Landing is my home now. It has good things despite the corruption.” Only Y/N, she thought.
“All right then. The offer stands, my lady. Keep it in mind.” He turned around to leave Sansa wondering if she’d abandon you to return home or staying here by your side.
“You are glowing, granddaughter of mine.”
Tywin was jotting down something with a quill. “Is there a boy already?” It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. You tried not blush as Sansa’s picture coming to your mind.
“Mmm... no. There is not a... boy.” You concluded kinda nervous.
“If there is not then you should be looking for a suitable swain. I reckon you have many admirers waiting to receive your attention.” He said with a serious tone. Does he really mind? Of course he does. He wants to get a hold of another loyalty for House Lannister. “Many lords would give their whole lands to marry you. And we might need that.”
“But that’s not what I need.” You responded nonchalantly. It was true. All you truly needed and longed for was the love of someone who valued you. And you already found that in a northern lass. You knew he disapprove entirely your “reckless” choices, same as your mother. You’d fight back and won’t allow them to throw you into some random man’s arms.
You stepped inside Joffrey’s dining table. You always enjoyed to hang with the Tyrell siblings, but now that she’s engaged to your brother... you wonder how she’s been managing to handle him. After all, she’s one of the cleverest persons you know.
“Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Hightgarden. I’ve heard Y/N do charity for the poor here as well.” Loras commented. You nodded. The soon to be queen smiled softly your way.
“The lowest among us are no different from the highest if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.” You mirrored her act.
“An open heart is what you’ll get in Flee Bottom if you’re not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attached by a mob there. We had a full complement of guards that didn’t stop them. The king barely escaped his life.” You hid your smirk.
“My mother’s always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.” You rolled your eyes at his lies.
“Oh but they were. You didn’t even care about sending the guards to get lady Sansa back to the Keep. A king is supposed to ensure the safety of all the ones that are in need. You seem to keep failing on that, big brother.” You sensed his furious glare upon you.
“Who cares about her anyway.” You clenched your jaw tightly. Loras and Margaery keep their eyes on their dinner.
There was an awkward pause as the main course was brought to the table. The rest of the evening was all about the same. Joffrey flaunting about his “bravery” and Cersei flattering him all along. Margaery showing off a wide smile at his non sense.
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You strolled to your room exhausted after training with the bow and horse-riding with little Tommen. Before that you decided to pay a visit to Sansa’s chambers. You knocked the door twice and she beamed with delight.
“I hope it isn’t too late to stop by.”
“No, I was about to get under the sheets. Perhaps you can join me?” She suggested with a gaily grin. You chuckled. Seeing Sansa being so... awfully bold was so nice and pure. Being around you made her forget about the fact she’s a prisoner. It didn’t matter as much when you were together.
“I’d love that.” You entered the room, holding her by the waist and leading both of you to the bed.
“How was your day then?” You smoothly asked. She tossed to be face to face with you.
“Actually, it was wonderful! Ser Loras escorted me to the gardens with Lady Margaery and Lady Olenna. They were very kind to me. We had lunch together and chatted for a while.”
“That sounds lovely, my lady. I’ve always consider Lady Olenna as the grandmother I never had. She knows me since I was a baby. Now that they are here I’ve been reminiscing about the good old days when we wouldn’t stop joshing Loras about me beating him on a single duel. We were so young back then... I’ll always hold dear those moments. He may be moody and brash at times, still, he is complete gentleman. Water’s sometimes thicker than blood. That’s for sure.” The Tyrells were your second family, they welcomed you with open arms and never once judge you. Unlike your own blood, with exceptions of course.
“Back in Winterfell I was so focused on learning how to properly be a lady and all that, that I missed many things... I should’ve been closer to Robb, Arya, even Jon. I was mean.” Sansa’s voice cracked.
“Don’t lose faith, Sansa. I know it’s too much to ask for but life takes unexpected turns.” You brushed one of her ginger locks with your right hand.
“I found a new home.” She whispered lightly. “Not Kings Landing. Not this castle. You.” She unhurriedly closed her crystal eyes. Your heart was at her mercy, that was a fact. You caressed gently her cheek and sealed the night with the most tender kiss anyone could dream of.
“You are my home too, my love.” You breathed against her lips.
Summary: Dany is in love with Viserys' bride, and once he's gone they become very close, and she admits just how much she cares for reader
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Daenerys didn’t have very many people in her life that she cared for. Aside from her brother, she had no real family to speak of. Even allies were in short supply where she was, so far away from her father’s kingdom.
Though, when she stopped to think about it, you had always been there.
For as long as she could remember, you had been in her life with the intended purpose of marrying her brother when you came of age. That was your only purpose as far as anyone was concerned, but not Dany.
You just didn’t bond with the man as much as you did his younger sister, but not for a lack of trying. You wanted desperately for your future husband to appreciate you and come to respect you as you did him.
...But there was just no getting away from the truth.
In every way that Viserys was cruel and unfeeling, his sister was kind and gentle. Dany always had time for you and very clearly cared for you in a way that no one else did. Where Viserys wouldn't even look your way, the young girl provided companionship and a friend.
It was just impossible to ignore the difference, and as you got older, it was only more obvious.
Whenever you two were together, you found yourself hanging on her every word and getting closer and closer as the time went on. You cared for her, and you knew she felt the same. It was all in the way her eyes sparkled when you were together.
Not that you could even consider doing anything about it. Your duty was to your husband, the rightful king of the seven kingdoms, and nothing else could be more important than that.
Not even your truest friend.
So, you forced yourself to ignore the obvious feelings you had for the young woman and focused more and more on being the doting wife a future king deserved.
Even when Viserys was cruel to you, shouting things that you wouldn't have expected from your worst enemy, and striking you for the fun of it, you kept to yourself. As far as you were concerned, this was just the sort of life you were meant to have.
It was your duty as his wife, even if the very sight of the spiteful man made your skin crawl.
Now, it was no secret that Viserys wasn’t the sort of husband that he should have been. He was selfish and treated you more like a handmade than a bride, but there was little anyone could do.
The dragon was someone that you had been raised to fear, as well as respect and even as an adult, you found it hard to argue against him. Viserys was rude and aggressive, and he always had been.
You had little hope that it would change, no matter what you did.
There was nothing you could do, given the little power and status you had against him, so you simply allowed the man you’d married to live life his way. It couldn't matter how many people it hurt or how many times you went to bed with tears in your eyes.
It was the life you had always been meant to live.
You had given up on hope of that changing a long time ago, and as far as you were concerned, it was always going to be that way.
Until, of course, all your lives changed entirely.
Viserys assumed that marrying Daenerys off to the great Khal Drogo meant that he would be rid of her forever and would get an army to boot but it was clear to you that wasn’t going to be the case.
The blonde had been controlling both you and his younger sister through violence and fear for years, but his harsh threats and pouty nature were no match for the great Khal. You could see that much from the moment you set eyes on the large man.
That theory only strengthened as Dany began to bond with the Khal and gained his favor. There was the power, a power she found within herself that she couldn’t have possibly had before him. It proved everything to you that you’d always known.
It proved that she was a leader, and stronger than she had ever been given credit for in all her life.
Those were all things you knew but had never seen.
...But that wasn't all.
Through that newfound power, Dany came to terms with the things she’d had to experience at the hands of her brother. All those years of torment and abuse, so many things he’d done to her, and she had never been able to make it right before.
Now though, the Khaleesi of a large Khalasar with one of the most revered and ruthless men at her beck and call, it was only a matter of time before she finally got back at her brother. In that same way though, it was only a matter of time before Viserys realized that same thing.
You watched him for days, growing more and more restless at the idea of no longer being in control, and losing any chance at the throne he'd been holding onto for years in his mind.
It seemed only a matter of time before he snapped.
Within a few days, much longer than you'd assumed, Viserys found himself threatened by her to the point where something had to be done. That came in the form of threatening both her life and the life of her unborn baby.
There was only one way that could end.
Standing there, in that dank, dark hut, you watched as two large men held Viserys down, his arms snapping beneath their calloused hands. You knew that they were going to kill him, but you felt nothing at the thought.
Perhaps it was the fact he'd threatened the one you truly loved, or maybe it was just about years of abuse at his hand that you'd suffered. In any case, when his head hit the ground, hardened now in molten gold, you didn’t mourn as you thought you would.
You didn’t even bother to look away as you stared down at him.
Perhaps it should have affected you more, especially after all the time you spent by his side, but you didn’t see that boy you’d been betrothed too in those lifeless eyes. In fact, that boy had been gone for a very long time.
In many ways, you didn't even recognize who he'd become, and you were sure that Daenerys felt the same way as she too stared with eyes cold.
In any case, you remained under the protection of the Dothraki and their wonderful Khaleesi, even when your husband was dead. Dany simply told you that you were her family, with or without Viserys.
...And that was as far as it went, for a long time.
It wasn't until one night, sitting by the fire, after everyone else had turned in for bed that the relationship you two shared finally changed.
Daenerys had recently lost the great Khal after a seemingly harmless wound festered beyond repair. That left her in a very emotionally raw place, having lost the man she cared so deeply for, and the only person she'd speak to was you.
Perhaps it wasn't ideal, all things considered, but you were her oldest friend and as Dany mourned, you sat by her side, holding her hand tightly in your own.
"How did you feel when Viserys died?"
The words left her lips heavily after what seemed like an eternity in silence. It was a fair question, seeing as she'd lost her husband recently after you'd lost your own but it didn't seem like a fair comparison.
It was clear that Drogo loved Dany, and she him while the relationship you and Viserys shared was closer to mutual contempt than anything else. The slight grief you shared at seeing the life leave his eyes would be nothing to her current morning.
Still, you answered her question.
"I felt very little, as horrible as that is. Perhaps I was relieved that he couldn't hurt you anymore, if anything" you shrugged, slightly fearing that she would think you cruel for such a response. Terrible or not, Viserys was her brother.
Though, you should have known better.
For every horrible, vile thing Viserys did and said toward you, Dany experienced tenfold. She knew what kind of monster he was. In fact, she often felt the same way you did, through the vein that he could no longer lay his hands on you.
"I thought about it a thousand times before, what it would be like to just take you and escape somewhere far away from him" she allowed, her voice little more than a whisper at that.
You were both painfully aware of the feelings you shared for one another, but that was the first time either of you had taken that jump and said it out loud. It felt wrong, especially seeing as she was in mourning but perhaps this was what she needed...finally.
Maybe she just needed to understand just how much you cared for her as well.
"Perhaps we could go now, far far away from here" you replied, your grip tightening on her hand without even meaning to, but you continued, ignoring the nerves you felt. "Across the water, to Dorne, or Essos"
You both knew that you couldn't, not for a good long while yet, though maybe the dream would be enough to keep you both going until you could.
You’ve had been acting like a brat almost the entire day, defying him with looks, talking him back, ignoring him only by later annoying him your feet. And he’s been acting so normal that even makes you mad, how is that possible? But the attitude fades away as you playfully pull his hair, which immediately he looks at you.
“What was that?”
“What does it look like, jesus” you rolled your eyes. He grabs your arms and places you on top of him and forces you to look at him.
“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat” he then goes to your shirt, opening so rough that all the buttons fly away; which makes you moan.
