King Gendry x Targaryen!reader
Hi ☺️ I‘d like to request an imagine similar to the Gendry x Rhaenys Targaryen reader. One where Gendry is the son of Cersei & Robert Baratheon & the heir to the iron throne. But when Rhaenys & Dany come to Westeros to claim their birth right they fall in love and secretly get married while they are at war. Cersei and Dany both feel betrayed but in the end they rule Westeros together as king and queen?!
You climbed onto the back of the Rheagal and looked over to your sister. “Are you sure I can’t make an entrance with Jon and the others?”
“We need to show our power, sister. What better way to do so than riding on the backs of our dragons?” You saw her point and took to the skies, making your way to the ring that had housed the last of the dragons when your ancestors had sat on the Iron Throne.
Rheagal and Drogon landed on the ruins of the building and you and Daenerys got off the dragons and walked to the seats that were open for you both. You saw the Queen Regent right away, her golden Lannister hair and sour look gave her away. Then you looked over to her son, the one they called King Gendry Baratheon. You were not prepared to see the handsome face that looked back at you, especially after what you heard about the false King, Robert.
“King Gendry,” Tyrion spoke to his nephew, “allow me to introduce you to Queen Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen and her sister, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.” Your eyes stayed on the King, and his mostly on yours, as the Queen Regent took over conversation with your sister. Cersei denied your side’s claims that the Dead were coming for the living. Her words were spat at your sister and hearing her tone sharpen you had enough and set your gaze on the Lioness. “You want to deny my sister’s and our council’s claims so badly that you’d risk the lives of your people?”
“I know the people have nothing to worry about since you’re saying such things to get us to lesson our forces against yours.”
“How about we present our proof then,” you said matter-of-factly.
“We will not waste time on such charades.”
“Actually, Mother, I’d like to see what the Princess has to offer,” Gendry finally spoke up. Though he had never told anyone, being King was something he’d never been passionate about. He didn’t want to rule over people just to rule like his Father and young brother had strived to do. He wanted to do what was best for his people, but having a Lannister as his Mother proved to be a challenge. She frequently went behind his back to get things done before he had a say in the matter.
You called for Sandor and watched him carry the crate in. Once the White Walker was free it was clear you had their attention. Jon spoke now and told them that there were only two ways to kill them.
“Gendry, my Dear,” Cersei looked over to him. “May we have a moment to discuss this?”
“I don’t believe there is anything to discuss Mother. Why fight our living brothers while the Dead seek to destroy us all? We shall halt our assault against your forces and instead send them to the North to fight with your men against the Dead.”
“You are making a mistake,” she seethed.
“I am making a choice and my choice is final.” That shut her up and she stood up quickly, stomping out of the center.
The meeting dispersed and everyone began to talk amongst themselves. You walked to Rheagal while your sister spoke with Jon and pet the large beast’s head. You heard someone clear their throat and looked back to see Gendry. “Your Grace.”
“Your Grace? I expected a less warm welcome,” he smirked before looking back at the dragon and growing somber.
“Your father was the false King, I respect your notion that you believe it’s yours. Although I do believe it belongs to my sister. You can come near him if you’d like.”
“I don’t think he likes me.”
“He doesn’t like anyone but my sister and I...and sometimes Jon. Come, he won’t hurt you unless I tell him to.” He stepped near the dragon hesitantly.
“His name is Rheagal, after my brother; much like my own name.”
“I’m sorry about what my Father did to you.” You were shocked. “He did what he did out of love, though I can’t relate I can try and understand. Although it wasn’t right I know he wasn’t thinking straight, he was thinking out of love. I never wanted this war either, but my Mother doesn’t give power up easily. I try and keep her in check as best as I can but Lions are always on the prow.”
“If you don’t want the war then why not call it off?” You asked sincerely, not thinking of personal gain. “I’m hoping that this is a step in that direction. After we kill the Dead your sister and I can work something out that allows for a quick and peaceful transition.”
“You’d step down from the throne?”
“If that’s what it takes to keep my people safe, then yes. But I want to know her better first. I won’t give the throne over unless I’m sure she’ll be good for the people.”
You looked at the war board as Jon went over the plans for the war that was to come. You looked over to Gendry who looked intensely at the board. The more and more that Tormond spoke of the legion of the dead that were on their way, the more you began to realize that your efforts might not be good enough.
You looked up to your sister and looked at the tension in her shoulders and the ice in her eyes, something you hadn’t seen since your brother was alive. She had been acting different since you all had arrived North. You both were, but yours stemmed from the fact that you were falling in love….that you were in love….with Gendry Baratheon.
She was quickly become someone you didn’t recognize though and you worried that her path was beginning to follow that of your Fathers. “Y/N,” she called you out suddenly and you were snapped out of your head. “With the war that’s coming I want you out of Winterfell.”
“Your Grace, that’s unnecessary. I wish to stand with our people.”
“It is necessary. You are the heir to our name. I will not risk you falling to the army of the Dead. I want you safe and protected. You’ll ride South on Rhaegal until night begins to fall then you and Tyrion, who will be going with you, will seek shelter and head for King’s Landing; Rhaegal will fly back to Winterfell for battle.”
“Your Grace,” King Baratheon spoke up. “Sending Rhaenys to the capital would be unwise with my Mother acting on my part. She will not hesitate to lock her away. Let me accompany her.”
“What of your troops?” Jon asked.
“They are under your command, Jon Snow.”
You watched from the ground as Rhaegal flew back to the North. “This will either be the first night of our freedom or the last night of our lives,” you told Gendry.
“No matter what the night brings for us, Rhaenys, there is one thing that I believe we should do.”
“Gendry, marriage is a lifetime together. If we win tonight do you really want to be married to a Targaryen?”
“Whether your last name be Targaryen, Stark, Tully, I wish to marry you.
Your sister and his mother were furious about the union. Your sister refused to write you back and Ceresi barely left her room unless it was to torment Gendry and challenge his authority. When you received a crow from Winterfell you were taken aback. Sansa had written you, telling you of Jon’s true identity and letting you know that your sister was quickly turning away from the good that was inside her. Then a letter was snuck to you from Varys.
It took many letters before she agreed to meet you back inside the Dragon pit. Drogon perched atop the ruins and you watched as your sister, Jon, and their trusted council made their way in. She looked at you with a scowl. “Why have you called us here, Rhaenys?” The tone she used caught you off guard.
“I want a truce, sister.”
“A truce?” She laughed. “You speak like we are at war.”
“Not yet.” She cocked her head at you. “I’ve heard more than whispers that you plan on burning the city, shall it not be handed to you on a platter.”
“I’m here to take back what belongs to our family.”
“And you have. I sit on the throne as a Queen, our family is back where it was for hundreds of years. I have found love that I never thought possible and can continue our lineage. We have defeated the dead and can make Westeros a better place for our people.”
“You think anything will change with a Baratheon murderer sitting on the Iron Throne?”
“You will watch yourself when you speak about my husband. He is a good man, and a great King. We have sent his Mother to Casterly Rock, she will no longer have a hold on the people. You wanted us on the Throne, here we are. You want peace with the people, you can act as Lady of Dragonstone and as a member of our council. We can make Westeros better together.”
Fire blazed in her eyes. “You and I are meant to sit on the throne, not you and a meek stag! You will hand over the kingdom to me or I will set this pit afire and then do so to the Red Keep.” Threatening you, your husband, and the people showed you exactly who she was and you stood with a newfound fire and purpose.
“Command your dragon to light me aflame and you will see me imerge. You have forgotten sister, fire cannot kill a dragon. It only makes them stronger. Threatening to kill your own kin and the people you wish to protect…” you shook your head. “You are turning into our Father and Viserys. Your coin has finally landed and there is nothing I can do to help you. You will get on your dragons, you will load your men onto ships, and you will sail away; perhaps go back to Valeriya. You will leave this Kingdom alone, as you do not deserve it anymore.”
“You forget that I am a dragon just as much as you are. You forget that Drogon has my blood in his veins also. You forget that I helped you free the men that have fought for you...for us. When they see who you’ve become who do you think they will follow? Their Mad Queen or the Queen that has already begun bringing peace to Westeros?” You could see the anger grow in her eyes as she realized you were right. “What will it be? Peace or war?”
