Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.
Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, again, Daemon is violent
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>Jacaerys had come to terms with his status as a bastard, even though it was never to be said out loud
>Laenor was still his father, even if not biologically, he was the men he called "dada" with his first words, and it would remain that way for the rest of his life
>This made him closer to you, your situation was different, as everybody knew you were a bastard, and you were not to inherit anything
>He felt like he had to prove people wrong about him, so he overexerted himself. There was little you could do to stop him, so you contented with staying by his side in the library, late at night, falling asleep to his voice practicing high valyrian
>In these nights, you likely had little Aegon or Viserys on your lap, because they'd cry until they were put to sleep only by your or their mother
>Jacaerys would revel in this image, you peacefully asleep, holding babes, your silver hair caressing your cheeks
>He could sometimes allow himself to imagine what if the children you were holding were his, if you could be his queen. If he could kiss you and rut against you, if he could suck your nipples until milk would come out
>But he was always quick to dismiss these ideas, you were forbidden fruit, and the last thing a bastard king needs, is a bastard queen. His mother had gone through hell and back to uphold his claim to the iron throne, and he would not disappoint her, no matter how desperately he needed you
>And even though, he was ashamed to admit it, he was scared of his step-father. There was one specific memory he would always go back to
>He was a young man, maybe a little older than you. And he had come to Dragonstone while you were in King's Landing with Rhaenyra. He had come bearing expensive gifts and displaying a beautiful crimson doublet with embroidery details in gold and plum
>He had spoken flowery promises of old alliances of his house with the conqueror, and Daemon's face was reflecting his achingly strong boredom and weariness, demanding him he speak whatever idiotic trade he had in mind. That's when the lord said he'd be "most delighted" to present himself as a suitor for lady Y/N. Daemon didn't respond, he let the awkward silence seat, he let him marinate in anxiety. He then took his dark sister and cut the poor boy's head off. He told his guard he'd be spared if he returned to tell the tale, that no one should try to approach his firstborn daughter.
>"Nobody likes a peeping Tom" he shouted to Jacaerys, who was hidden watching the scene
>He still sometimes thinks of how easily his head fell off his neck, how quickly it did
>So he knew Y/N couldn't be his, not now not ever. But he still hated to know there was one person that Daemon could not scare off
>Jacaerys felt lucky he could see your metamorphosis from a girl to a maiden in a first row seat, but this change meant that one day you'd leave, and he'd have to get a wife, a proper wife for a king
>But that person that was not scared of Daemon, also didn't have that problem. He was talking about Daeron Targaryen
>Despite the collective best efforts of the Velaryon brothers, you still talked to Daeron regularly, fortunately, not as much now that he was in Oldtown, but still too much for their liking
>Lucerys did not realize the puppy crush he had on you, thinking he just saw you as his older sister, but he was on board with anything that meant sabotaging your possible paramours
>So they were incredibly frustrated when they all had to travel to King's Landing, and Daeron was going to be there
>Lucerys used Daeron's presence to distract himself from the fact that his grandsire could die, and that that was the real reason why they were there, for him to inherit Driftmark
>This was the first time in years you'd actually spend time with Aemond, as you would avoid him everytime you visited
>Dagahrion was too large for the dragon pit, so he stays in a cave in Aegon's hill
>Alicent ran to hug you, Rhaenyra stood there, silently judging her
>When you went to see your uncle Viserys, it was heartbreaking, he called for you, and you kneeled at the edge of his face, so he could see you clearly. It took him some time to recognize you
>"Y/N... She's nothing but an infant, I know she must be playing, but I'd like to see her"
>You patiently explained, until he could remember you, you saw a lonely tear when the realization of your age, and the pass of time had hit him
>You got into an argument with your father when he accused Alicent
>"Can't you see she just wants to have your trust to whore you out to his depraved sons?!"
>"Are you one to talk about depravity, father?!" You shouted, offended and angry at him
>"I am one to talk because I know exactly what goes through the heads of men like that, and I know exactly the type of woman that bitch is"
>"What are you scared of? That someone might treat me like you did my mother?!" You are a dragon, and you spit fire. Your father goes quiet, not out of shame, but out of astonishment. He had waited so much time to see himself in you, he thought that your lack of ill intentions was what made you perfect, but it was not. Daemon would enjoy seeing more of this, after all, it would be laughable if an innocent, irreproachable maiden rode a dragon like yours
>Daemon smiled at you and left the room, leaving puzzled and embarrassed at your words
>Rhaenys and the twins were second to greet you, your sisters had missed you so dearly
>They excitedly spoke of all that happened, and how much they missed being with you, you spent an hour in the gardens before you were interrupted, to go to Lucerys' hearing
>After catching up, Rhaenys left you to have "girl time" with them, they hugged you once again, and you could swear Rhaena left a kiss on your collarbone, and Baela's hands wondered a little too low from your back to your tailbone
>The announcement of the marriages had complicated reactions, you could see it, but you were glad the family would remain together, strong
>You hugged Lucerys when Vaemond yelled for all the realm to hear of his accusations, and you saw your father smiling at you and Rhaenyra once he had sliced Vaemond Velaryon in half
>During dinner, you sat between Jacaerys and Baela
>You were pleased to share a table with your family, it had been so long since you last did
>Aegon's unsavory comments made you cringe, but you sweetly smiled when Jace and Baela defended you, Alicent and Daemon were glaring daggers at him
>When it was time for the toasts, you looked at Helaena with sadness, thinking of how miserable Aegon had made her
>You toasted to your uncle Viserys, Viserys the peaceful, who had earned his title as protector of the realm
>Aemond kept looking at you, you could not decipher his expression, what he wanted from you
>You danced with Daeron and Helaena, Rhaena then joined, with her pentoshi grace and coquettish moves, she had always loved dancing the most out of you three
>The tone completely changed once Aemond decided to toast to his nephews, the three strong boys
>Before Jace could go to punch him, you spoke up
>"Say what you mean, cousin" you taunted
>"It was but merely a compliment, don't you believe your step brothers to be strong?'
>"I believe my king ordered to cut off the tongue of everyone who would insinuate or reference the foul rumors spoken against your future queen and king"
>"That was the day I lost my eye, was it not, dear cousin?" He spoke with a voice that made you want to recoil, it was frankly disgusting
>"It was, if I were you I wouldn't want to become Aemond One Eye and no tongue" you could almost feel your father's approval as you spoke poison
>With all the noise and stress, you felt your knees start to fail, you could see Daeron was holding you
>Aemond walked towards you before being stopped by a punch from Jacaerys
>After seeing Jace come to you, you blacked out
>Of course your fainting was attributed to being a young maiden in the presence of violence, but you knew something was strange
>Though it ended in a bitter note, you knew your spell was beyond psychological, you felt sick, maybe it was the food
>The maesters said you were not fit for travel, nor boat less dragonback
>Daemon refused to leave you on King's Landing, trying to sneak your asleep body out of the castle to take you with him on top of Caraxes, but he was discovered
>When he inevitably had to go, he left you in Misarya's care, had you wake up and be unable to travel back to your family, she would be rewarded handsomely to take you to Dragonstone
>The night prince Daemon left, was the night Viserys the peaceful, first if his name, died
Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.
Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, it is kind of implied that Daemon has hit reader before, or that reader is aware Daemon is violent
>You loved Rhaenyra
>As a child, she'd always make time for you, and eagerly wait for your arrival. She always wished for a girl, and while doing your hair and telling you tales, she always said you were everything she could ever desire in a lass
>So before she married your father, you loved Rhaenyra
>You loved Daemon
>Your father had always doted on you, you had always been his favorite. He defended you fiercely against any slander, and reminded you that all that mattered was that you were dragonborn, you were his seed and carried the Targaryen lineage. You were his first born, his little girl
>So before he married Rhaenyra, you loved your father
>But then you had too look at yourself in the mirror while being dressed for the big day of your father's not first, not second but third wedding day. Not even a year later of Laena's passing
>You remembered Rhaenyra flying with your father and step-mother, while your uncle Laenor would stay on land with you
>You look back at that memory, and can't help but imagine Laena's reaction
>They married in secret, just them, a septon and you
>When you asked your father why your sisters or Rhaenyra's kids were there, he said he trusted you the most
>But you didn't, you didn't trust him anymore
>It was never spoken, but you knew Laenor's "mysterious" death somehow involved them
>This marriage also meant you would have to say goodbye to your sisters, Rhaena and Baela, who would stay in Driftmark
>They both wept, and Rhaena threw a tantrum, but it was to no avail
>And as much as you loved Jace, Luke and Joffrey, they were not your sisters
>Despite the warnings, that year you mounted your dragon for the first time
>Two of the dragon keepers had to run through the halls of dragonstone to inform your father of your dissaparence along with Dagahrion's, it was not difficult to put two and two together
>He got on Caraxes and chased after you
>Like a wise hand once said, not being capable of controlling your daughter seemed to be a tradition in the house of Targaryen
>It was not hard to find you, Dagahrion had grew even concerningly so in the last season, making him easy to spot
>The dragon was shaking, unused to being rode, Daemon begged to every god he had ever disappointed to please allow you to survive, anxiety pooling in his gut
>You were hugging Dagahrion as hard as you could, with your eyes shut. Tears streaming down your cheeks, your face felt like it was freezing due to the wind hitting you. Your garments were restrictive, causing your legs to be tightly wrapped around the scales of his neck
>"Lykirī, lykirī" you kept screaming to your dragon, until he steadied and finally landed at your command
>You were surprised to see Caraxes land with you, your father's screams were inaudible between the fear, the wind and Dagahrion's noises
>When you got off your dragon, your father's expression made your blood run cold. He approached, and you knew by his stance, he could only mean to hit you as soon as he was close enough, you fearfully walked towards him
>But instead of a slap, he hugged you so close to his chest you had trouble breathing. But you did not care, you simply let him silently suffocate you, you can feel his worry, his anger, the turmoil inside him, his heartbeat says it all
>He slowly lets go, and proclaims "I will not have any daughter of mine fall off her dragon, be aware" it sounded like a threat, but you knew in what terms your sire had always spoken in
>He took you home to Dragonstone, on Caraxes, having Dagahrion follow
>When you came back, you noticed Rhaenyra's arm was bleeding once again, she had developed the bad habit of picking on the stitches when she was anxious, but never on this level
>She ran to hug you, and you smelled her blood, the same blood of the valyrian ceremony
>It was difficult to forgive, but you did
>You exchanged multiple letters with Alicent Hightower, and she had always reminded you, that the seven watch after you, and know you have the strength to forgive
>You had spoken to her plainly.
>"[...] You said my father will never love Rhaenyra more than he loves me, but that is not what afflicts me. He may love me more, but I am competent —as competent as any person with a fine set of two eyes— to see he loves her more than lady Laena. She was not my mother, but in her heart of gold, she held me, and at the risk of disrespect, I dare to say she was the closest I could get. I wonder if dragons would get to feel this way too, Caraxes is a son of Dreamfyre and Vermithor, yet they are all apart, and Dagahrion is a son of Vhagar, but has no sire that we know of. Do they feel lonely? I wish they do not, I don't wish for their misery."
>"My dearest Y/N.
Despite my many years here, I do not know about dragons as nearly much as I'd like. They are miraculous creatures, but like any one of us, they were created by the god of seven faces, So I believe they are capable of such emotions. But princess, do not think only of their misery, think of their joy. If I am not overstepping, then may I offer you a solution for both predicaments of loneliness? Both Dagahrion and your grace are the blood of the dragon, and if it pleased you to remain surrounded by your kin, you are always welcome to King's Landing, Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, Vhagar, Vermithor and their riders are always honored to give you company. Perhaps one day you'll call the red keep your home, if you'll excuse my boldness.
While you are not at arms reach from me, I keep you in my mind and my prayers. Pray to the mother, sweet child, you need her like one day I needed her.
Warm regards."
>No matter how much Alicent spoke of him, you did not want anything to do with Aemond for a long time, it was painful
>But you would send one raven for Daeron and one for Helaena almost every week
>Daeron was everything you once saw in his older brother, a knight, a hero. And he was oh so gentle, just like his sister. Perhaps it was due to his position as the youngest, but Daeron never screamed to be heard, never dolled up to be seen, he was gentle like a summer breeze, and never tried to control the conversation in your corresponde
>And as time passed and you kept Alicent's words in your head, your step-brothers also became close companions, each of them sweeter than the last one, the Velaryon boys were like warm honey in your presence, sweet and sticky
>Jace was always respectful, but there was some things you didn't know about him
>Like how he stole an old nightgown of yours to cuddle with at night, or how he keeps hiding your quills so you'll stop writing Daeron
>At some point it is impossible to hide your correspondence from your family, causing Daemon to forbid the servants from giving you birds. This ultimately fails, as you always charm the servants into doing whatever you want
>You sometimes travel to King's Landing on dragonback along with Rhaenyra, you can see that side your family, and Rhaenyra can closely watch the Hightowers actions
>Despite everything, this time was happy
>You loved Rhaenyra, and Daemon, and Alicent, and Viserys, and Jace, Luke and Joffrey, you loved Daeron and Helaena
>But what a horrible feature life has, when everything that is wonderful is meant to end
Plot: You, the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen grew up with a very devoted extended family. But after the dance of dragons begins, you know exactly on what side you belong
Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere! EVERYONE x reader
>Being on top of Vhagar mid-air is probably the most frightened you have been in your life
>As you have been taught, there is only one rider for each dragon, and only one dragon for each rider, there has been no exceptions ever known, and you understand that the kindness of a dragon has limits, Vhagar will not let you ride on her as if you owned her, if you abuse, you will eventually fall
>The most logical conclusion is that Dagahrion is in Dragonstone, dragons always come back to their homes, but that's a good day of travel (time you don't have), and you could be wrong. Even if you got to Dragonstone safe and sound, to bring such a threat to the island, would be a move short of clever
> [Author's note: I have been stuck here for months and I find torturously tedious to write this part, so for the sake of advanving with the fic, I'll just explain that Y/N dismounts Vhagar after almost falling, and ends up finding Dagahrion on a cave]
>Fortunately, Dagahrion was still wearing his saddle and reins, so you climbed up on him like you had hundreds of times, caressing the rough scales and holding to him. You missed him so dearly, you missed your family, Dagahrion, and the people currently on Dragonstone. The blacks* were your family. No one else was
>It was nightime, an as Aemond's wife, everyone was likely looking for you, and Dagahrion's size will attract attention, you were clear of all the dangers, but did not have many options
>Dragonstone was almost a day away, but you decided to go immediately, taking advantage of the fact that Vhagar would take some time to get to the castle, after she almost threw you off of her
>In the air, you felt free again. Not like with Vhagar, where you flew on borrowed time, you were now with the dragon that hatched on your cradle, the one the gods intended for you
>You honestly feel like you fell asleep and woke up on Dragonstone, you are aware your thoughts were torturing you the whole trip, but the things you thought were only memories that weaked your resolve, sentimentalities and compassions that would not be given to you by the same people
>The handlers were surprised to see Dagahrion arriving, especially nearing the hour of the bat
>Your clothes are hardly enough to keep you warm when it was so late, you were so high in the air, and it was so cold
>Once you arrive, Daemon and Rhaenyra are woken up by the servants, Rhaenyra orders for a hot bath to be drawn for you, to prevent the cold for spreading in your body, despite Daemon's urgency to speak to you
>The bath is pleasant but endless, you would rather be going to Rhaenyra and telling her everything, lay your head on her lap, feel cared for. But you feel cared for now, with the hot water surrounding you, knowing she was caring for you by making sure your body was safe, and you actually needed this, you were exhausted and shivering.
>You were wrapped up in towels, padded and soft, the maids dressed you up for bed like when you were a child, and you are so tired you allowed them to
>You want to see Rhaenyra, and lash out at a poor girl when she says it's better you rest, you know you shouldn't, and that she is not Olivya or Celesse, that they are genuinely looking out for you, and this is nothing like how the greens kept you locked in a room and prevented you from seeing anything the didn’t want you to see. So you quickly apologize, not used to letting out anger this way
>You are aware you should rest, but still ask for Rhaenyra, and this time she comes to you. She's quiet and gentle, and doesn't ask anything, just watches you eat for some time before you speak.
>"Aegon had usurped the throne." You say with trepidation, knowing it was shocking news, but you find no point in dancing around the subject.
>Rhaenyra delicately grabs a napkin from your tray and cleans a stray, lonely tear, but she appears overall so calm
>"I have been informed, child. I have been crowned too."
>"And you lost Visenya" you wanted to say, but the corners of her eyes were red, and it is likely she would not want to speak about that
>"I'm sorr-" you begin before being cut off
>"I will not allow you to be, you were held hostage, ans you will stay by my side when we settle this and I am crowned in King's Landing."
>"I will." You promise, your voice fickle, but the promise behind it strong
>"Kings-" you cut yourself off this time, remembering who you are speaking to. "Queens can annul marriages, can they not?"
>Rhaenyra's lips purse in preoccupation. "Yes, they- yes I can" she resolves, reaching for your hand, which still holds some cutlery
>"Can you do mine?" You looked straight into her eyes
>She holds your hand tighter. "To whom?"
>"One-Eye." You reply with disdain
>"Did-" Rhaenyra pauses, looking for the right words, but you interrupt her
>"Is unconsummated."
>"Then I will do it first thing in the morning."
>You give a nod of appreciation, then let the comfortable silence fall in the room for a minute before your stepmother speaks again
>"You brought Blackfyre to us."
>You nod, with pride this time
>"We should keep it, is important." Rhaenyra suggested "After the words I could give it to Jacaerys, he is the prince of Dragonstone now, or give-"
>You squeeze her hand a little tighter, wanting her to stop speaking but not wanting to be so rude as to interrupt her again. She does as you wish
>"If your grace allows it... I want Blackfyre."
>Her violet eyes widen slightly, then she realizes what she was saying, and feels a pang of shame, she is being actively usurped because she is a woman, and she was now not even thinking of the girl who brought the sword to be the one to wield it
>"Do you know how to use it?" Rhaenyra still needed to ask
>"Some basic moves, but I can learn." You said, a little bashful to have made such a request when you are not too dexterous with the weapon
>"Then is yours, Y/N"
>The conversation continued, you tried to tell her as much as you knew, which was not too much, and she listened and even asked for your advice in some things, perhaps she did it just to make you feel heard, but you accepted it and thanked for it
>Your eyelids were growing too heavy for your own good, and your step-mother left you alone
>You slept with relative ease, your feelings being no true match for your physical exhaustion
>The next days, you familiarized yourself with the atmosphere, it was similar to the keep, rushed and tense, but it seemed less dangerous, it didn't keep you on your toes like the capital did
>You trained with the sword, most days you were alone with the master of arms, but other days, Jacaerys joined you. He was a great swordsman, and you knew tou shouldn't compare to him, but you did, you felt inadequate, you felt like you used the threat of war as a distraction to avoid feeling upset, sad and conflicted for what your own family did to you
>Rhaenyra summoned you, she was seating in the council's table, but she was alone with Jace
>she acknowledged your presence, then spoke, apparently continuing a previous thread of conversations
>"It will be short, it is merely diplomatic. But Starks keep their oaths, you will ideally not be met with overbearing resistance, you have to know how to bargain properly."
>Jace nodded, you didn't ask about the context
>"Y/N, you surely heard. Prince Jacaerys will travel to the North, remind the northmen of the oaths they swore. You will be by his side."
>You did not see it, too preoccupied with the task at hand, but Jacaerys' eyes lit up, and it was hard to contain his smile, Rhaenyra glared at him, to not be so obvious
>You parted the next day, as one of the queen's maids braided your hair, you looked at your reflection in the mirror, and felt the determination of loyalty, albeit mixed with a knot in your stomach, the anticipation of uncertainty
>Your father was nowhere to be seen, apparently patrolling the skies
>You said goodbye to Baela, Rhaena and your step-brothers
>Lucerys was nervous, yet excited to be sent on his first mission alone, you gave him a hug and kissed his forehead
>Rhaenyra hugged you before you parted, and a whisper slipped through your lips.
Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.
Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, mentions of noncon
>Alicent and her children had been guarding your sleep the whole night, the night of the king's passing
>Aemond saw his mother just observe you while displaying an unreadable expression, he prides himself with being able to decipher people and use it to his benefit, but this time, his mother seemed out of reach to him. If he had to guess, she was attempting to treat you like a pawn, trying to dehumanize you to gain control over the political situation, and she was failing
>For his part, his thoughts while observing you, were much tainted he was watching your chest rise with every breath, examining your boobs and how they would slightly change shape when you laid on your back, much rounder. He would love if his mother and sister left to grope and caress, even just over the cloth, even for just a minute. Just a minute to smell your skin, your natural scent now free of the perfumes you would wear to fit in court
>He would love to have a minute, but he wants a whole life, Aemond is sure not even growing old with you would leave him satisfied, he would look for you again
>He wondered what would you think of him, he has a plethora of fantasies depending on your reactions. The most obvious one, disgust. He would cage you his his arms, hold your wrists with one hand while using the other to rid you of the bothersome clothing, sucking and biting at your neck, then your niples. You resist, but he is able to bring you pleasure regardless, some of your screams turn into moans and by the time he's kissing below your navel and starting to use a finger to play with your slit, your pleas of "no" and "please do not" are almost automatic, you do want him to go down on you, but you continue to chant the words as if to preserve what's left of purity
>But that fantasy would soon get old, he wished to exert power over you, yet have you willingly submit
>If you could only look at him the same way that you used to while consoling him over his lack of a mount
>Helaena was there as well, Jahaera and Jahaerys had been brought by her, but taken to bed by the maids in no time
>Helaena sung intelligible songs while playing with the threads in-between her fingers, for the little audible parts, Aemond heard the songs speak of dragons, swords, fire and blood
>His mother had arranged for Aegon to usurp the throne, he would never say this out loud, he knows his brother is a usurper, but he encourages this, as he wants the strong bastards away from the line of succession as one can be. Better off dead, but that's too much to ask
>Everything was in place, except for the king. Aegon was missing, «of course Aegon was missing» he thought
>Otto wanted to send ser Criston to find him, but Alicent protested it would leave you alone. They went back and forth until Otto said they would entrust Daeron with your guard. Aemond rolled his eye.
>Helaena had left without him noticing, possibly to mother the twins and whatnot
>He was in his mother's chambers, Otto alongside her, discussing the future of the realm. «This is the real small council» he said to himself
>"I will find Aegon, mother" said Aemond
>"That is already taken care of, Ser Criston will not rest until-" Otto spoke
>"He doesn't know where Aegon is, I do"
>"Then speak at once, boy" Aemond grimaced at the words of his grandsire
>"I am not to speak, I am to search, this is matter that requires involvement" he paused "But I want something"
>"We shall send Ser Criston, you will join if he fails"
>"And waste all that time? He may be as well as dead halfway through ser Criston's crusade"
>"Name your prize" Otto replied, breathing defeat in every syllable
>"You will hear it after" Aemond saw Otto arch an eyebrow and open his mouth to speak "Do not worry, I have no interest on the crown, or land, or titles, I would have acted before had been that my goal" His mother urged him to speak, but he had to remain silent, he was sure she would understand
>Him and the royal guard were underdressed in rags to blend in, Aemond wore a cape to cover his silver mane
>He had to endure the obnoxious Cole knocking on every brothel door like he was a lost peasant
>He was very uncomfortable when he found the madam of that one place, staying stiff and shivering under his cold facade
>He thanked the seven you could not see him like that, weak
>Once they found the White Worm, she said the prince would be handed over a ridiculous sum that they bargained
>But before they could leave with Aegon, he remembered something. The White Worm weaves silk through far and wide in the realm. The White Worm who is the paramour of the prince of the city, the White Worm that could have been your mother
>Aemond would order extra vigilance on you that night, while Misarya was known to be a slimy, untrustworthy woman, she had never been known to betray Daemon, or to betray gold for that matter, and Daemon was not going to skimp on you
>He had to say he was anything but surprised when he learned of that idiotic scheme of his brother to leave the city. Aemond imagined he'd waste his small fortune on whores as soon as he arrived, feast with men who are just waiting for him to surrender his better judgement to a glass of wine, then steal whatever is left. He always thought Aegon would likely die with his pants on his knees, possible covered in vomit and other fluids, choking on a chicken bone, or something as meaningless as a cherry pit, his women would steal his gold and he'd die slowly, lonely, pathetically, he had to say the idea did not displeased him too much
>But then, he could only cash his prize if he retrieved him, in one piece no less
>Aegon had returned, being almost locked up in his chambers, and the death of Viserys continued a secret to the world until the preparations for Aegon's ascension were finished. By the third day, the corpse of his father started to stink, he had already been rotting in life, and death was not stopping that. He looked at the king, he found him graceless, he had nothing, he was an absent king and absent father, Aemond would do better if he had the chance
>A couple hours after Aegon's arrival, you had woken up, almost immediately you were taken from your room and (to your perspective) randomly put on another, the maids insisted it was for your safety, and you decided to not waste a breath asking them questions that were for someone else. You wanted to see Alicent, and you wanted to see Viserys
>No one would give you answers, and you had no way of communicating with your family, not your father or even your family in the castle, for that matter, you only had ser Criston as a form of familiarity, not even your usual maids were to be seen anywhere. Even though you did not wish to think of it, it was probably because Aegon had chosen them to place his "affections"
>The second night you were awake and isolated, you commanded sir Criston to come into your room and talk to you, give you whatever detail of information he had. He refused again and again, with excuses of how he answered to the queen only, how he was to the door to protect you, how it was improper
>But he ended up giving in
>He told you all he could say, was that the king had died, and that now a conflict of ink and ravens was arising
>You wept the lost of your uncle, and (awkwardly) ser Criston put a hand on your shoulder, ghosting over it. And he told you to fear not, you were in good hands
>You wanted to believe him, you did
>Back to Aemond, he had come to speak with his mother as soon as he was done arranging your room transfer. He felt accomplished by commanding, especially when commanding for your well-being. Alicent knew what Aemond would ask for, and she had tried to ready herself to hear it
>"I want lady Y/N, wed her to me" he did little to stop the smile growing on his lips
>Alicent could have said many things, but she just asked her son one thing. "Do you understand the consequences, Aemond?"
>He nodded, he did not care, if the consequences of taking you were fire and blood, so be it. Never in the seven kingdoms had existed a more lovely lady, and Aemond was only blind in one eye
>He wanted to marry her before Aegon's crowning, and he had threatened to get the supreme septon to do it in secret if he had to, he was smart, and knew it was just a matter of time before Daemon and Rhaenyra caught wind of everything, and he will not lose you
>Daeron had come to face him, Aemond never thought he had the balls to do it
>Whining about his lack of honor, how he was stealing their cousin, dragging them when she was practically engaged to him already
>Aemond let his anger simmer, he smiled while the boiling blood warmed his body, the delicious liquid reminding he was alive, he lived for the taste of rage, his or from others
>"Worry not, little brother, you can now take your vows as a white cloak, so you can become my wife's sworn sword and stand behind her door when she and I share our bedchamber"
>Daeron reached for his sword, he did the same
>"Uh uh, are you sure?" He teased while Daeron seemed on the verge of tears (sadness, ire, who knows)
>His younger brother simply walked away from him, in shame
>You were losing your mind in confusion, and no tantrums from you were enough for the servants to let you leave your chambers to visit Viserys' corpse
>So imagine your surprise when the maids came with shiny new silks, to dress you for your wedding day
>Two ladies, one named Olivya Swann and one named Celesse Hightower, announced themselves as your new ladies in waiting. They said your measures were needed to confect a wedding gown for you, you refused to strip until they spoke and told you what was going on, you felt bad for them, as they were clearly not the ones to blame for the mayhem
>It took a while, the maids genuinely did not know much, the orders came from above and they obeyed. But it was Celesse who finally broke down. They were sent to aid the preparations for your wedding to prince Aemond
>You had to sit down on the bed, your head was spinning around, now there was nothing to do, you were a prisoner in King's Landing. And it was easy to put two and two together, they were not planning to bend the knee to Rhaenyra, and you were there as a pawn in their twisted game of chess
>You yelled at the women to leave you alone, and despite their attempts to calm you down, you ordered them to go. You knew they would come back later, but you simply could not stand there like nothing was happening
>How could Alicent allow this? If they wanted to marry you to the greens, why Aemond? It was clear you and Daeron had far more in common, and comments were made about betrothing you to him, why Aemond?
>Aemond was cruel, and you could never decipher what he wanted from you, he took pleasure on hurting your family, and you were further perplexed on why would he want to marry a bastard
>Maybe he was being forced to marry you too, it would have made you almost sympathetic if it were not for his previous actions
>You tried to sleep, you layed fully dressed on the bed without covering yourself with the blankets
>You dreamt of nothing, and were awaken once again by the maids looking to measure you
>They came in, and helped you undress as to avoid the measures be altered by the thick of your clothing
>You were sleepy and docile, allowing them to carefully place the meter in your waist, bust, hips and shoulders, they also measured your arms
>Olivya presented you with squares of several luxury fabrics, one stack was several shades of white, and the other was a similar amount of shades of green.
>You did not let the opportunity slip, this would probably be the one choice you would have on your marriage
>You made your ladies show you each and every square of fabric, you took all the time in the world. Finally, the chosen ones were pearl white with emerald and laurel green. The colors reminded you of your dragon, you missed him so much, but the gods only know where he could be, he was too large for the dragonpit and therefore set free, he would have come to your calling once you left with your family, that was what was supposed to happen
>You spent three more days locked away, at least you had Olivya and Celesse now. Celesse came from Oldtown, she was the daughter of Hobert Hightower, you made her tell you stories of Daeron, as you were unable to see him. You fondly smiled when thinking of him, your dragon knight
>Olivya was from the stormlands, but she had been raised in King's Landing, as her uncle was serving in court, and she was brought to keep company to princess Helaena
>You told them of Pentos, then of Dragonstone, you told them of your little brothers, so small and cute, you also told them about dragons, you told them about your home, in all its meaning
>Three days after the measuring, the wedding gown was ready, you were amazed, and wondered how many people had been working in full speed in order to complete such an intricate piece in so little time. There was pearls and little gems embroided in the translucent sleeves, a green dress, a beautiful Hightower green dress
>Celesse spoke highly of your soon-to-be husband, telling tales of his skill with the sword and his intelligence
>Olivya told you you would enjoy married life, that the prince was a fine suitor with "admirable manners"
>You remained silent, luckily, your saddened face was covered by a white veil
>What you saw could hardly be called a ceremony, there was Alicent, Aemond and a septon. You slowly walked towards the altar, and recited the vows you had learned when fantasizing as a little girl, none of your fantasies happened this way
>Like always, Aemond was unreadable, and you did not care to try to read him anymore
>There was no feast, no celebration, nothing remotely similar to the wedding ceremony of a prince
>Like everything around the castle, it was rushed, poorly done and with second intentions behind it
>You struggled to look at Alicent, she was dear to you once, but now you debate whether should you trust her
>During the dreaded wedding night, you expected Aemond to humiliate you, to take you by force and call you names, to degrade you
>Anxiety pooled in your stomach, and your eyes burned as you tried to hold tears in
>But instead, he kissed your hand and laid next to you, not even touching you
>You must disgust him, he was forced to marry you, and he has no interest in you, you thought you found yourself in the position of Rhea Royce
>But you could speak plainly to Aemond, you always had
>"An unconsummated marriage can be easily annulled" you pointed out
>"You don't sound at all aroused with the idea, you appear hardly seductive" Aemond replied
>Aemond sat down on the bed, you copied him
>"I am not Aegon, I found screams for help less than enticing. Besides, you would never love me if I raped you" he stated as if he was talking about his day
>"Who says I love you now?" Maybe you should have not been so bold, but you were
>"We are married, you'll learn to do it eventually"
>"As humble as ever. Then let me ask why I should I love you, and you are free not to"
>"I love you, Y/N" you could feel the scorching heat coming from his eye, the sapphire shone in the candlelight. You were speechless, it would have been hard to believe if he wasn't gazing at you so intensely, he carefully took your hand in his
>"You have not acted as such" was the only thing you thought to answer
>"I am not Daeron" your eyes widen in shame. It is not unfaithfulness, yet shame makes you feel as if it is "But again, you have not treated me like you treated Daeron, have you?" He knew what he was doing to you
>"He never called me a bastard"
>Despite the topics of conversation, you both remained calmed, vulnerable in the cocoon of the sheets, your hand was still intertwined with his
>"Neither have I" he squeezed your hand a little
>"But you continue to humiliate Jace, Luke and Joffrey for it"
>"And I paid with my eye. And with you" you look at him confused after he says that, so he continues "After I bonded with Vhagar, you pushed me away, you never forgave me for it"
>"You never asked for forgiveness"
>"And I will not, not for what I did, but perhaps the way I did it"
>You and your husband talked for what it felt like days, for what it felt like years of lost time
>By the hour of the nightingale, you felt like you married one man and now lay with another. Despite his hardened exterior, you now smile at Aemond the way you did once when you were children
>"We still have time to make this wedding night exciting, my lady wife" he smiled mischievously, you looked at him with slight distrust, hoping he was not expecting sex after all that heartfelt talk "would do me the honor of flying with me?" You smiled
>"Dagahrion is not here"
>"There's plenty of room in Vhagar, I ride the largest dragon in the world"
>"You clearly have not seen mine lately" you teased
>"I suppose we'll have to clear that matter once he returns"
>You dressed up and sneaked into the dragonpit, this kind of mischief made you think of happier days, made you forget about the mess
>You missed Vhagar, she used to be Laena's, and she remembered you
>You rode with Aemond until sunrise, in that moment it was just the three of you. No marriage, no usurpation, no conflicts, nothing but the wind in your faces
>Until you had to come back, and you found the preparations for Aegon's coronation being set in place
>"This is outrageous, disgraceful, illicit! This is simply- this is bullshit, Aemond!" You shouted to him once alone "Aegon will be the worst king since Maegor and you know that"
>"I am not the one who sat him on that throne, don't you shout at me for it"
>"It's true, but you are not doing anything to stop it, Rhaenyra should be crowned"
>"Of, course, then Jacaerys Strong can become protector of the realm" he snickered sarcastically
>"May his father be Ser Harwin, Laenor or the damn mushroom, we are sure he is of Rhaenyra and that is what matters"
>"If he was born of Rhaenyra's husband then it truly would not matter if his sire is mushroom or whoever may he be, he is a bastard"
>"So am I! Appoint me leader of the bastard council If you want, because I will defend his claim to the throne, Rhaenyra is the heir and you and I know Aegon is a depraved drunk"
>"Bastard or not, you are my wife, and I will not argue anymore, you are mine now. And when you are called, I want you pretty and smiling when witnessing his coronation, because your husband says so" you had not even realized when he had caged you against the wall, his eyes burning with rage. No trace left of the man you spent last night with
>"Yes, my prince" was all you said. He nodded, kissed your forehead and left the room
>Your father used to call the court "the nest of vipers" and now you understand, the only way to survive was playing their game
>You called in for Olivya and Celesse. Told them to dress you and arrange you to attend Aegon's coronation
>You were pleasant, smiling when you had to, staying right at your husband's side, one may think of you as tame
>You even let Aemond fancy himself your hero, standing before you when Meleys interrumpted the ceremony
>Rhaenys looked at you, you knew she could not steal you away from this, so in her eyes, you imagined her apology
>You decided you will come back to your family, and so, after Aegon's coronation, you told Alicent you needed to go to the Sept, being so throughly shaken. As Aemond said you needed to be guarded all day long, you asked for Daeron to accompany you. Aemond would have never allowed it, but Aemond was not there, he was with the small council talking about recruiting the loyalty of different houses
>Once in the Sept, after praying, you looked at Daeron, it pained you to ask
>"Do you love me, Daeron?"
>"You are married to my brother, my lady"
>"We know what happened. And I did not ask you that"
>"It is improper for us to talk this way"
>You felt rejected, but once again asked "Do you love me, Daeron?"
>"I do" he bashfully responded
>"Enough to run away with me?"
>"Don't make me choose between honor and love"
>"I fear I have to"
>"Enough to run away with you"
>"Then meet me at the dragonpit at the hour of the bat"
>"Y/N, please-"
>"I will run regardless, but I would rather you are with me"
>You rose from your knees looking at him
>He came closer, your lips were near, but not touching, you could feel his breath
>"Kiss me once we're far away, do whatever you desire then" you say before leaving the Sept
>You decided to wait in the library until it was time to go, on your way, ser Criston asked if he could scort you there, you were reluctant, but skillfully lied and said it would be a pleasure
>"My lady, may I speak plainly to you?"
>"You have my permission"
>"I saw you asked for prince Daeron to accompany you in your prayers. Please don't look for him, he loves you, my lady" he made a melancholic pause, and again, his hand ghosted over your shoulder, his face close to yours "And noble ladies only run away with the knights in tales and songs"
>"I understand"
>Ser Criston's words left you with a strange feeling, he seemed sincere, did he know something you did not? Maybe you should wait before running, maybe you should find a better way to do it
>But you remained firm, and slipped out of bed once Aemond was asleep
>You went to the dragonpit, singing to the dragons, and hoping for Dagahrion to come back, if not, you'd have to leave on Tessarion
>You heard steps, thinking it was the dragonkeepers, you hid
>"Riñaaa~" you heard Aemond's voice, and you feared. You don't know if he would be capable of doing you harm, but you'd rather keep wondering
>His voice kept chasing you, in a mocking tone
>Until he finally found you
>You were a the center, and you felt the gazes of the dragons, but by far the fiercest one was Aemond's
>He pressed you against the wall, his sword unsheathed
>His body was pressed against yours, you felt him practically vibrating with wrath
>"I have wanted you for years, yet I held back, I was patient and devoted, and you run away at the first chance you get" he spat
>"I guess we had a rocky two-day marriage" if you were dying, you were doing it with your head high
>"I should have broke you, but I was a fool" it was all tension, you did not know if he would snap, or when would he, and kill you or gravely injure you
>He grabbed your face with his sword still pressing and threatening to break your skin
>He kissed you roughly, like he wanted to mark you as well as harm you, like he was tasting both heaven and steel
>When you were recovering your breath, you spoke "will you slay me?"
>"I will take you back and treat you like the backstabbing bastard cunt you are, the way I should always have" you knew this was probably the last time you will be like this, unbroken, whole
>You missed him back, tasting all the poison inside him, it was messy, rough, teeth crashing, you took him like he was your last breath. You were just saving courage
>All that could be heard was your labored breathing, Aemond's sword never moving. You felt an ache in your chest, you were scared. You wished for the mother, the celestial mother, the one that never left you, unlike every other woman you had though of as a mother. You wished for your father, although violent and rude, unpredictable and sour, he loved you with his whole heart, body and soul
>Maybe you were just going to make a fool of yourself, you hoped so, that Aemond would just laugh at you
>You took a breath of the second-hand air, smoky and anything but clean, and when your lungs were full, you screamed so loud your throat felt raspy
>"Dracarys!"
>Dragons obey their masters, and Dagahrion was not here, so it would work, supposedly
>The last thing you saw was the startled face of your husband when all the dragons around you spat scorching hot fire and burned both bodies
>Less than an hour later, prince Daeron found your remains. Some dragonkeepers said your voice commanded all the dragons to attack, others say that it was impossible, that it must have been Vhagar trying to kill you by Aemond's command, accidentally getting caught in-between
>The death of lady Y/N Targaryen, daughter of prince Daemon Targaryen, [allegedly] at hands of her own husband, Aemond Targaryen made the dance of dragons a conflict of fire and blood
hello! i wanted to ask you if you could do a masterlist for “dragons jaw”!! ive been really interested but i dont know which part is the first ecc. have a nice day!!!
I really like making detailed masterlists, but those take too long 😢 so I'll use this ask as a temporary masterlist for it.
Dragon Jaws
Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.
Chapter I: The princess of flea bottom
Chapter II: The hatchling, the mother and the eye
Chapter III: Ties of blood and tides of mourn
Chapter IV: What are you scared of?
Chapter V: The maiden and the madman
Alternate endings
Blackfyre: You, the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, grew up with a very devoted extended family. But after the dance of dragons begins, you know exactly on what side you belong.
Chapter I: The Sword
Chapter II: Winter is coming
Chapter III: If it comes to War
Extras
Drabbles of non-canon events in the story, like special scenes.
Baela x Blackfyre!reader: Glass Table Girls [smut]
Plot: Baela needs some stress relieving before the battle, and who's best than her sweet older sister?
Cw: lovesick!Baela Targaryen x reader, top!Baela x sub!reader, could be Blackfyre!reader but this is not really canon so who cares, smut, fingering, grinding, your usual unhinged medieval sexuality, incest, targcest could be read as internalized homophobia but not really, dirty talk, virginity loss, Baela's POV at first, then reader's POV
Notes: This is not really canon, or important in the Dragon Jaws/Blackfyre series, it's just a little treat
Baela and Y/N were in a tent after a session with the generals of the black army, they discussed the strategy for combat tomorrow. It was late, probably later than it was prudent, after all, no warrior with half a brain would go into war without proper rest; but it was not easy to fall asleep with so much in mind.
The sisters shared a tent, both as a security measure, and one of emotional need. They had spent their whole lives together, missing each other terribly when apart. They would exchange letters and travel on dragonback into the arms of one another, though the tent was missing Rhaena, their other sister, they accepted this gracefully, as it was to keep her safe.
They slept on a big bed (as much as it could be called a bed), usually ending up tangled in the other's embrace. For Baela, it was hard. She was in love with her sister, she desired her. It had evolved throughout the years, but she was sure she loved her sisters from the moment she was able to love. During puberty this feeling grew, it enveloped her, and now, as an adult, it was irresistible. For one, she was grateful she was born a woman, she could shower and dress with her without any shame, stare at her bosom, her perky nipples, her hips, her back, so soft and ready to be marked. She remembered this time during her younger years, where with the excuse of curiosity, she asked her older sister about her developing body, Baela standing naked before her, with her only in her undergarments, both getting ready for bed after swimming on the sea.
"I just can't know if they will get like yours, can you look at me?" She timidly asked. Y/N just caressed her curly hair, and said "It's normal, they look normal. They just might be small, that's lovely too" she said, innocent to the hormone-filled train of thought Baela was conjuring. Y/N topped it off with words that would be repeated over and over in Baela's head for years to come: "You can't tell anyone this, but you and Rhaena are the most beautiful Targaryens to have ever lived" they laughed and Baela felt butterflies erupt in response to her gentleness.
And now, Baela can't sleep thinking about that, she wants her, if not now, when? When will they ever find a better place and time to have each other? Probably many more, Baela thinks, however, what matters is that after years of simmering, her lust has come to a boil.
"Y/N" she calls
"Ahem?" She responds, sleep filled voice
"Have you thought about the end of the war?" She asks, snuggling her body close to hers, Baela is hugging her from behind, the bed feels warm
"I guess we all have"
"I'm fighting like a man" Baela stated "But once the war ends, I won't have the power of a man"
"I think we all want the power of a lord. Lord Baelon, how does that sound? I think it has a nice ring to it" said the oldest "How about me? How would my name sound as a lord?"
"Hmm... I'd like you to remain a lady" Y/N made a curious noise at Baela's words, and then noticed her hand going lower, from the side of her chest, to her waist. "That way... You would be lord Baelon's wife, keep the blood of the dragon pure" her hand hands reached for the buttons in her nightgown. "I would share you with Rhaena" she stopped to think of a fitting name for her sister "Lord Rhaegar, that would be nice... But she can be a lady too, what matters is that I'll have both of you"
Y/N aids Baela with the unbuttoning of her blouse, guiding her hand to her bare skin "I'm not liking it too much, you are cocky, I would like to marry a gentle lord" she says that, but she's undressing for Baela. "Remain a lady, for me, sister, I do not need more"
"I do" Baela says, flipping you on your back, looking deeply into your eyes from above, her hair tickles your shoulders as they fall like a cascade
She closes the distance and kisses you like a starved animal, like a dragon. She's fire, so are you. You devour each other, you grab her curls to trap her, she moans when she feels your nails massage her scalp. You break the kiss to gasp for air, Bae looks dizzy and lovestruck, all of her bold attitude is now gone.
Her hands touch your sides softly, and you nod so she can go ahead. Her palms are soft, but there's an undeniable roughness thanks to the dragon reins she holds onto.
Baela kisses your neck, by this point, your torso is bare, you get goosebumps from the cold air around you. She kisses all the way down to your navel, your underpants are tied with baby blue ribbons, and Baela softly tugs them down.
"It's not enough" she whispers in your ear as she exposes your cunt
You softly sigh as her slender fingers play with your folds, gathering the slick and rubbing your clit with it. She keeps kissing you, and teasing your hole with her finger, not quite fucking you with it. You enjoy it until you don't, and start shamelessly grinding against her, you get a little louder, whining "Lady Baela" and biting your lip in hopes of seducing her. She can't resist, and slowly inserts only her ring finger, slowly pumping in and out of you.
Soon the pace quickens, but you both agree is not enough, and Baela is shivering with the desire to be touched too. Mid-making out, she asks you to sit up.
"I have an idea, just-" she undresses too, with your eager help she lays down, resting her head on the pillow, now naked. She motions you to sit on top of her. You slowly lower yourself with Baela guiding your hips to where she wants them to be, both of you giggle with the tender awkwardness of both your cluelessness.
Your pulsing cunt comes to grind on top of her, you experimentally move, and are rewarded with a a breathy moan from Baela. You build your pace, wiggling your hips and riding her pussy, you start slow, feeling her clit and folds rub with yours, at first it's too intense, and your eyes get wet with tears from pleasure. But then it's not enough, and you ride her like it's the last thing you'll do, it gets difficult to hide your moans, but you think anyone would know what's happening, based on the wet clapping sounds of skin of skin.
It gets slippery with slick, and your hips get tired, but Baela's voice demanding more is just too intoxicating. You come and collapse on top of her, but she's still rolling her hips and sucking on your neck, you plead for mercy, but she's as ruthless in bed as in the battlefield, so after you momentarily stop, she bites you. "Did I say you could stop?" You are in fact tired, but just listening to her commands has you clenching, so your lower body gets a mind of its own and keeps moving to satisfy your sister. You know that you would probably see the sun arise before Baela had her fill of you.
...
"Y/N" she calls, this time she doesn't wait for an answer, as she knows you're awake "You will not marry anyone, you'll wait for me"
You get a little sad, you know that you can never marry Baela, and don't know exactly what she means "Yet you will marry Jace" you say, maybe a little too hurt
"I will" Baela makes you look at her in the eyes, as she promises you this "But I will make him take you as a wife too, you will not marry until that happens" she's tender, but you are aware she's being dead serious. Jacaerys taking a second wife? A bastard one at that? It sounds too fantastic, and you would like to live in that fantasy, but your mind will not let you.
"Trust me, Y/N."
"I don't think many would accept it"
"Then I suppose Moondancer will have grow fat from too many nobles"
i love when you talk about the readers legacy/history it really shows your dedication to everything you write 💗
I want to ask how is reader remembered? do greens and blacks have different views on her? Or is she blamed for the dance since she technically cheated on Aemond and tried to run + being a bastard and a woman
You're so sweet 😭😭 sometimes I'm kid of scared I go overboard but it's really nice that you appreciate it 💜
Omg I love this question ‼️‼️‼️
Reader overall could have it worse as far as historic legacy goes. Though of course Alicent and Otto don't want the bad press on Aemond, it is kind of inevitable. Otto tries to spin it around as "see? Daemon and Rhaenyra raise unstable, easily triggered children. Poor little reader, she was probably abused by those horrible monsters, now imagine if they sat on the iron throne" they also try to reframe her death as accident caused by a senile Vhagar, but absolutely no one buys that.
By the blacks, she's seen as a strong tempered girl who was held captive by an obsessive prince and tried to go back to their family by any means possible. This would be pretty accurate if they did not downplay or straight up deny that reader had a strong bond with Alicent, Helaena and Daeron. Some say that Daemon burned all letters that could prove there was ever a bond between Daeron and his daughter, this is a rumor, as there is no evidence that Daemon ever targeted letters specifically when attacking the greens, and they could have been lost to a number of incidents.
Since Aemond got the wort part, people don't usually read the story as Y/N cheating on him as much as they think of Daeron and Y/N being cruelly separated by Aemond's whim
The most popular versions of the story usually revolves around Daeron and reader's romance, but for a number of years, singing a song with those contents would mean you would be fired from court (is not a favorite amongst the blacks)
The greens paint reader as being more defenseless, and Aemond sadly succumbing to Targaryen madness, but they take her presence at Aegon's coronation as a sign of her supporting his claim over Rhaenyra's
Reader is often called "the fist horn" or "the first fire" because it was her death that truly began the bloodshed amongst the factions
Since reader could be considered devout (thanks Alicent) she is considered a "saint" of sorts, you know, a person with a strong faith whose life is studied by religious scholars for several reasons (most of them involve some sort of "Mary Magdalene" rhetoric about the reader being born unholy but then turning to the faith and being "saved") one supreme septon said "Even the stranger coddled her softly before taking her away"
Bonus: as a child, Sansa didn't really like this story, Daeron was a knight, yet she couldn't save her beloved, and then the war came. She found this too depressing and asked for her septa to tell her a different story. But after finding herself in a similar situation, this story becomes an important part of her development, as she grows, she thinks she could understand you better than anyone (she's a reader kinnie, basically)
