As you prepared for your wedding, the anticipation bubbled within you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. Today was the day you would join your beloved Aegon in matrimony, cementing your eternal bond with the man who held your heart. But it wasn't just Aegon you would be marrying—Rhaenys and Visenya would stand beside you, their presence a reminder of the unconventional path your love had taken.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your reflection adorned in finery fit for a Targaryen bride. The weight of the occasion settled upon your shoulders, the gravity of the moment not lost on you. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with promises of love and unity, but also fraught with uncertainty and scrutiny.
Your mother stood behind you, arranging the intricate strands of your necklace with practiced hands. Her expression reflected a mixture of pride and concern, her maternal instincts tugging at her heartstrings. "I hope the four of you know what you are doing," she murmured, her voice laced with worry. "We are Targaryens, but even this is a little bit too much for us."
You met her gaze in the mirror, seeing the flicker of apprehension in her eyes. The weight of tradition and expectation bore down upon your family, threatening to overshadow the joy of the occasion. When Aegon had revealed his plans to marry all three sisters, your parents had been hesitant, their reservations echoing in the hushed whispers that circulated through the halls of Dragonstone.
They understood the implications of such an unorthodox union—the tongues that would wag, the alliances that would falter, the legacy of House Targaryen called into question. Anger simmered beneath their facade of acceptance, resentment bubbling to the surface as they grappled with the consequences of Aegon's decision.
Your parents had envisioned strategic marriages for you and Rhaenys, alliances forged through political maneuvering and dynastic alliances. But Aegon's declaration shattered those carefully laid plans, leaving them with a sense of loss and uncertainty.
Yet, despite their misgivings, there was a glimmer of understanding in your mother's eyes—a recognition of the depth of your love for Aegon, of the unbreakable bond that tied you to your sisters. In the end, familial loyalty triumphed over convention, and your parents stood by your side as you prepared to embark on this unconventional journey together.
As you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that your love for Aegon and your sisters would carry you through the storm, guiding you towards a future filled with hope and possibility. "I know, mother, but I love him, I love them, and I know that they love me. I absolutely know that this is not the future you had planned for me, but I am absolutely certain that the four of us will be happy," you spoke with conviction, your voice unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty lingering in the air.
Your mother regarded you with a mixture of pride and resignation, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "I know, darling," she replied, her tone softening with understanding. "You are also Aegon's favorite, hell, you are also your sisters' favorite. I know your marriage will be one filled with love and adoration. At least you will be surrounded by love and adoration," she added, her words infused with a hint of teasing.
With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, your mother bid you farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she made her way to check on your sisters. Left alone in the quiet of your chamber, you took a moment to reflect on the journey that had led you to this moment, the memories of laughter and tears shared with Aegon and your sisters flooding your mind.
As you finished adjusting your hair and tiara, a sense of calm settled over you, a quiet confidence bolstered by the love that bound you to your family. Just as you were about to leave for the ceremony, the door to your chamber creaked open, and Rhaenys entered, resplendent in her bridal attire.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her beauty rivaling that of the stars themselves. "Oh, (Y/N), sweet sister, you look absolutely breathtaking," Rhaenys exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration as she approached you.
Returning her smile, you reached out to take her hand, the bond between you unspoken yet palpable. "And you, Rhaenys, you are the picture of elegance and grace," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "Today is a day for celebration, a day for love to shine bright."
Rhaenys squeezed your hand gently, her gaze filled with warmth. "Indeed it is, my dear sister," she murmured, her words a whispered promise of the joy that awaited you both. With one final glance in the mirror, you linked arms with Rhaenys, ready to take your first steps towards a future filled with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bond of marriage.
Your father's presence at the entrance of the meeting hall brought a sense of solemnity to the occasion, his dignified demeanor a testament to the gravity of the moment. As he extended his hands to both you and Rhaenys, his words carried the weight of a father's blessing and protection. "My darling daughters, you look lovely, the three of you," he remarked, his voice tinged with pride. "I hope that Aegon treats you right, I will make sure of it."
With a gentle kiss on each of your foreheads, your father's reassurance provided a sense of comfort amidst the swirling emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Visenya, ever the stalwart presence, took his right hand, her expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of determination. You clasped his left hand tightly, drawing strength from the unwavering support of your family, while Rhaenys mirrored your actions on the other side.
As the doors to the hall swung open, revealing Aegon standing at the end of the aisle, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins. His presence, framed by the soft glow of torchlight, exuded a quiet strength and determination, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. Beside him stood a traditional Targaryen priest, a figure of solemn authority presiding over the union that would forever alter the course of your lives.
Aegon's smile, radiant and full of genuine affection, melted away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only the certainty of your love for one another. In that moment, as he gazed upon you with a mixture of adoration and reverence, you knew that this was where you were meant to be—by his side, bound together by the ties of love and destiny.
His glance flickered briefly to Rhaenys, his smile widening as he beheld the sight of his two beloved sisters, their beauty illuminated by the flickering torchlight. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a moment of pure joy and happiness amidst the tumult of the world outside.
As you began the slow procession down the aisle, each step bringing you closer to your shared future with Aegon, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. You could see your four dragons flying in the distance through the windows. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever trials you would face, you knew that together, as a family, you would overcome them all. And as you reached the end of the aisle, where Aegon stood waiting to claim you as his bride.
“Hi, sunfire.” He gave you a quick kiss in the cheeck, then gave one to your other two sisters.
The priest began the ceremony, “Īlon derēbagon kesīr naejot presence se union rȳ bisa izula dubys, bounded already ondoso ānogar, aderī naejot sagon elēnar ondoso iā kivio, iā kivio hen jorrāelagon, pazavorve se eternal union (We gather here to presence the union between this four sibling, bounded already by blood, soon to be tide by a promise, a promise of love, loyalty and eternal union.)”He looked directly at Aegon, “Gaomagon ao aegon kivigon naejot mīsagon, naejot cherish, naejot sagon pazavor se naejot jorrāelagon, Visenya, Rhaenys se (Y/N)? (Do you Aegon swear to protect, to cherish, to be loyal and to love, Visenya, Rhaenys and (Y/N)?”
“Gaoman (I do.)” Aegon said solemnly. “Nyke kivio naejot jorrāelagon ao se naejot cherish se hāre hen ao, naejot mīsagon ao se naejot tepagon ao everything ao could mirre lēda syt. Naejot tepagon ao ñuha rudhy, se ñuha future hae emagon nyke given ao ñuha. (I promise to love you and to cherish the three of you, to protect you and to give you everything you could ever with for. To give you my present, and my future as have I given you my past.)” You could not contain your tears of joy.
The priest then looked at you and your sisters. “Do se hāre hen ao mazōregon aegon se each tolie hae valzȳrys se ābrazȳrys. Naejot share iā ābrar hēnkirī hae equals, se naejot jorrāelagon each tolie se daor mērī siblings yn jorrāelagon? (Do the three of you accept Aegon and each other as husband and wife. To share a life together as equals, and to love each other and not only siblings but lovers?)”
The three of you answer at the same time, “Gaoman (I do)”.
“Sīr sir tolī se jaes uēpys hen valeria nyke pronounce ao valzȳrys se wives, kostā vūjigon each tolie. (So now after the old gods of Valeria I pronounce you husband and wives, you may kiss each other.)”
Aegon kissed Visenya first, a short and sweet kiss, then he kissed Rhaenys, he took his time kissing her, it was a deeper and more sensual kiss, lastly he kissed you, it was a kiss filled with love and adoration, filled with promise and devotion. After the kiss he murmured in your hear, “My sweet sister, my sunfire, I will love you for eternity.”
Now you sheared a kiss with Visenya, it was also short as the one she shared with Aegon, but she flashed you a smile. The kiss you shared with Rhaenys was a playful and lovely, you had share many kisses with both Aegon and Rhaenys, behind closed doors, sneaking on the hallways of Dragonstone, during late nights spent together in secret, exploring each others bodies, some times the three of you, some times you and Rhaenys together, but mostly you and Aegon. But this kisses, this kisses between the four of you meant a new beginning. The dragon had four heads now.
I'm making smth that's not Hunger games its hotd(house of the dragon) its a lucerys velaryon headcannons but your his sister and its just platonic with Rhaenyra, jacerys and others ofc but mainly just lucerys and your relationship but it's platonic
Hello, I must say that I am a fanfic reader on Tumblr because there is a lot of activity. Anyway, I thought of this concept for a story but I know I won't develop it. However, I like it, so I want to share it for anyone who might want to use it. I didn't make it as a direct request to a specific writer because if someone is going to develop it, I would like it to be because they liked it and not because it was requested. So here is the plot. If you decide to develop it, please tag me—I would love to read it. (You can also take just parts you like to create short scenarios or whatever.)
My idea is about a female OC or reader in House of the Dragons (I will use Y/n for convenience). Y/n would be the cousin of Viserys and Daemon (2 years younger than Rhaenyra), the daughter of Princess Gael Targaryen (the youngest daughter of Jaehaerys I Targaryen). Her mother would take her own life shortly after giving birth to her but not before sending her with a septa to King's Landing. The kings spent time with her until they died. Viserys was crowned king when she was 4 years old and claimed her as his daughter since he didn’t think there was anyone suitable to send her to.
Y/n grew up to be a great dragon rider and fighter, loyal to her family. Her dragon would be the fastest known. To compare, a normal dragon would be like a thrown stone, and Y/n’s dragon would be like an arrow shot by the best archer. She would be known as the “Ice Dragon” due to her cold demeanor, being Gael’s daughter (“daughter of winter”), and her resistance to heat being below average, which was ironic to many (I would like to pair Cregan Stark with Y/n).
Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Y/n would have been equally good friends. When Alicent began to resent Rhaenyra, Y/n would side with her niece (although she was 2 years older, she couldn’t see Rhaenyra as her sister). Y/n would be a magnificent aunt, admired by the children of Viserys, Daemon, and Rhaenyra, especially Aemond, who would fall in love with her in his childhood for being strong, intelligent, elegant, and kind. She would defend him from teasing about not having a dragon, reprimanding the others but not too harshly, saying things like, “Please, Aegon, you wet your bed today. You have no right to laugh.” She would also encourage Aemond by telling him that she knew he could one day claim a powerful dragon, which would motivate Aemond to claim Vhagar after learning that he mocked Rhaenyra’s children and called them bastards (which she also was) and everything that happens when he loses his eye. Y/n takes Rhaenyra and her children’s side when Alicent tries to attack Lucerys, she takes him in her arms, willing to defend him from her, whom Y/n has since called “Alicent the Mad” and “the green madwoman.”
She was present at Rhaenyra and Daemon’s wedding. She decides to leave with Daemon and Rhaenyra. When Aemond finds out that Y/n decided to “leave,” he becomes angry and also starts to resent all “the Blacks.” Y/n was walking with Lucerys and Jacaerys when they see Aemond again. He is paralyzed when he sees her; she acts as if nothing happened, not harboring any particular resentment towards him. But with just a look, she can tell he has changed a lot… for the worse. He no longer looks like the lovely nephew who needed her affection; he seems like a madman ready to attack at any moment. Nevertheless, she doesn’t let herself be intimidated.
Aemond greets her, “Y/n… it’s good to see you again.” Y/n feels displeasure at his lack of manners, “Aren’t you going to greet Lucerys and Jacaerys? It’s not very polite of you… although it doesn’t surprise me; after all, your mother didn’t bother to receive us properly. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I suppose.”
When the audience takes place to discuss Lucerys’ right to succeed, Y/n doesn’t even blink when she sees Daemon cut a man’s head in two. Something Aemond notices is that Y/n looks at Daemon with pride. During dinner, Viserys asks Y/n to show an ancient Valyrian dance. She is embarrassed but can’t say no, so she lifts almost all the young people (except Aegon and Aemond), takes Daemon’s hand, and gets him to stand to teach them the dance. When they seem to understand, she lets Daemon dance with one of her daughters, forming complete pairs. Aemond would stare at her, thinking of asking her to dance, but Aegon, who was closer, would do it first. She would give him a quick, not very happy look (as he was looking at her very morbidly) and decline, “Actually, I’d like to talk with my father a bit if you don’t mind, brother Aegon.” (She didn’t like calling him her “brother” but it was what she gained by being claimed as Viserys’ daughter.)
In the conversation, Viserys would ask if she’s still not engaged, saying he sometimes doesn’t remember many things. Y/n would smile and say, “I’m still young.” He would respond, “It would have been ideal to get engaged when Rhaenyra did.” She would watch her nephews dance intently, “Maybe it’s not my destiny to marry or have children…. Although my mother was born when her mother was 44, I’m still 28, so… who knows.”
Aemond’s wordplay about his nephews being “strong” didn’t amuse her at all. Before leaving with Daemon, he would comment, “I thought you would grow up to be better than this, a cowardly wordplay is not worthy of a prince.” Lucerys’ death would devastate her. She would go from feeling displeasure towards the Hightowers to feeling true hatred towards them. She wouldn’t agree with Jaehaerys’ death but wouldn’t hate him either. Part of her would feel that “they” deserved that suffering and would feel like a monster for feeling that way, but she no longer saw those people as her family.
In the Battle of the Pool of Swords, Y/n would accompany Rhaenys. Seeing Vhagar, Y/n would tell her they need to leave, initiating a swift flight without noticing that Rhaenys was heading straight to confront the great dragon. Y/n would fly back, shouting for her to stop while being close enough to hear Aemond giving the order “Dracarys,” she would shout desperately but notice that Fire Sun was in the way. “Aegon was the usurper, the culprit of this,” without thinking much, she approached the scene shouting her own “Dracarys.” She couldn’t stay long enough to ensure Aegon’s death but knew something: if she hadn’t killed that boy, he wouldn’t experience living without pain again. She took flight towards the clouds to hide from Aemond… Oh Aemond, if she detested Aegon, what she felt for Aemond was indescribable. She took the bow and arrow tied to her dragon’s saddle, binding one of her feet. When Aemond came to look for her, she would be standing on her dragon pointing directly at Aemond’s head. He would feel the piercing gaze, look at her pointing with such seriousness, giving Vhagar the order to ascend. Y/n would release the arrow upon noticing, but it would end up in one of Vhagar’s eyes. She would let out an angry “tss” before sitting back on her dragon, ordering it to fly as fast as possible. Aemond would shout her name while trying to calm his dragon, but it clearly wouldn’t stop for him. When Vhagar managed to calm down, Aemond would continue searching for Y/n among the clouds but there would be no sign of her, making him feel frustrated and… sad. His brother might be dead, but he didn’t care. It bothered him that Y/n was there and saw him kill Rhaenys. Every time he tried to be worthy, gaining her favor became more difficult. The only good thing is that without Aegon, he would have to be the King.
The second season of the series is a bit weak, so I don’t have anything specific from the episodes, but according to the book, I imagine during the confrontation at the Eye of the Gods, Daemon would try to distract Aemond. He would start mocking Aemond’s relationship with Alys, as Aemond kept bringing up that Lucerys and Jacaerys were Strong bastards and that he himself ended up involved with a Strong bastard. Knowing Aemond’s weakness for Y/n, Daemon would say, “If Y/n were here, she’d say you’re pathetic.” Aemond would practically growl in response, making Daemon smile and say things like Y/n would be his next wife, that he was so worried about her since he hadn’t had children, that he would always keep her pregnant, “I’ll fuck her every day. As soon as I have one of my children, I’ll put the next one inside her. She’ll stop being known as the Ice Dragon and will start being known as the eternally pregnant Y/n Targaryen.” (It sounds crude and disgusting, but the intention was to anger Aemond.)
Aemond would be enraged; in the end, this would make him more impulsive and less calculative, leading to his death. Y/n arrives at the Eye of the Gods to see Caraxes agonizing on the shore. There were also many remains of Vhagar. She would call Daemon several times, but not seeing any signs of life, she would sit beside Caraxes, crying silently and petting him until he died. After this, she would take care of Aegon the Third (he wouldn’t have been taken as a hostage here). Once Aegon the Second was poisoned, she went to claim the throne for her nephew. She was reluctantly received, and since they were the last Targaryens, they were treated rudely. Y/n endured the mistreatment, thinking her priority was to take care of Aegon and that she couldn’t get rid of everyone with her dragon since she would need allies and wasn’t sure who they were. This continued until Cregan Stark arrived. It was the first time Y/n saw him, but it was the first time in a long while that she felt she could trust an adult. She suggested to little Aegon to appoint him as Hand of the King. Cregan arrested anyone he found untrustworthy or suspicious left and right. He was a tough man, and his words could be even harsher, but he was honorable and reliable. Having Cregan at the King’s Landing made Y/n feel safe in a way she hadn’t since Viserys’ first wife was still alive. She really admired Cregan, who didn’t even dare to sit on the Iron Throne.
Y/n would convince Cregan not to sentence the sea serpent. She understood why Cregan felt it deserved a sentence, but she saw him only as a poor cowardly man. Besides, Aegon saw him as family, and certainly, there wasn’t much family left for little Aegon (this would be very similar to what Champiñón says in the book):
“Why should I ignore his faults?” (faults of Corlys)
“The best for Aegon and the realm is that he has a good relationship with his stepsisters.”
“The best for the realm is that the traitors die.”
“He’s a cowardly snake, acted in a moment of uncertainty for the realm. When Aegon III is on the throne, he won’t dare to do the same to Aegon II. The prince needs to preserve what little family he has left. He’s just a child.”
“An the sea serpent dishonored his ascension to the throne.”
“If you kill him, Aegon’s stepsisters will rebel against him. He doesn’t need to go through that. Innocent people shouldn’t die anymore.”
“There are worse ways to die princess.”
At this point, Y/n would feel desperate, and frustrated with the man’s level of honorability towards her, so her last argument would be more of a desperate attempt, hoping Cregan could take pity on her nephew:
“Then do it for me, for being the queen’s sister to whom you swore loyalty, for being the one who saved and took care of the prince you serve, do this for me, and never, ever, will I ask you for anything else. Just show me that you can be as kind as you are fierce, and I will grant you anything you ask for and is within my power to give you.”
Cregan would remain silent for a moment, making Y/n’s hope grow.
“What if I ask for your purity?” Y/n would open her eyes in surprise, feeling a bit embarrassed (since she didn’t actually dislike his request). She would smile with amusement, “I can’t give you what I don’t possess, my lord. I lost it the first time I rode my dragon at 11 years old. As you know, it’s a fast dragon, and it's size. I think those were the reasons I lost what many men yearn to take from ladies.” She said with a slight smile, although she had shared a bed with some men, she wasn’t lying. Her hymen had broken accidentally the first time she rode her dragon. Cregan would find her statement funny, “Some would say you wasted what rightfully belonged to your future husband,” he would say with a smile, to which Y/n would openly laugh, “Some are idiots, and [dragon’s name] is a good dragon, much better than many husbands.” Cregan would laugh openly, “I’ll try not to forget it. Alright, I’ll grant your request.”
Y/n would be surprised, even having forgotten she was asking for something. “I appreciate it, my lord. What would you like in return?” she asked, hoping she’d ask for the most logical thing for her: resources for Winterfell in the winter season. “All I want is you, all of you, forever. I want your hand in marriage.”
Y/n would feel her body freeze and then warm up in a way that seemed absurd to her, yet she would manage to respond, “A hand for a head?” she would ask with amusement, hiding her nervousness. “Alright,” she would answer without further ado, hoping that in the end, Lord Stark would back out because how would he expect a dragon (both his dragon and herself) to survive in the cold Winterfell?
On the day of the executions, Y/n watched as her fiance’ (she did not yet believe in the validity of such a commitment) honored the wishes of the accused to join the Night's Watch. He watched as, with a single precise movement, he cut off Gyles Belgrave's head, noting the ease with which he did so, which only proved his strength. However, Y/n would not stand still when it came to Larys Strong, whom she saw as one of the main instigators of the Greens. When Larys demanded that his crippled foot be cut off so that he would not continue to drag it after he was dead, Y/n spoke loudly, clearly and without hesitation:
“You have quite the gall to dare request any kind of favor, Larys. You were one of the main instigators in this war, conspired to murder your own father and brother, and dedicated yourself to manipulating the kings you supposedly served for your convenience. You deserve no compassion, nor do you deserve to die in such an honorable manner as Lord Cregan could give you. You condemned your father and brother to the flames, and now that same will be your condemnation.”
Y/n would call her dragon, who was watching everything from atop a tower. Everyone would know what she planned to do next. Larys would beg for mercy, but Y/n wouldn’t listen. Now she was the firm and unyielding hand. She would order to remove Larys from the accused who had joined the Night’s Watch, making her dragon understand the rider’s objective.
“Dracarys,” she would order firmly, watching without any kind of pity as the last member of House Strong burned to death.
Y/n would confess to Cregan that she had already shared a bed with a couple of men in her past during a walk around the castle. She would do this after Cregan started talking about their marriage and how they needed to prepare to go north. Y/n would say she hoped not to offend him but hoped he would retract his proposal since she wasn’t pure not only because of her dragon but also because of the men she had been with. Additionally, she would remind him that she couldn’t leave her dragon to go to Winterfell and that maintaining the dragon required many resources that Winterfell couldn’t afford to waste. Cregan would tell her that he didn’t care if she had been with men before. He would say it would be hypocritical to demand purity when he had a son waiting for his return. Y/n would be surprised by how easily he accepted it, “I’m surprised by how easily you accept my past, my lord, and I’m flattered that you don’t retract after knowing it. But still, my nephew needs me, and I can’t separate from my dragon. Dragons aren’t made to live in Winterfell.”
“Then we will create a place where he can rest. the basement will be warm enough for him to feel comfortable. he will be able to come and go as he pleases. If necessary, I will make an agreement with the king to obtain the necessary resources for your dragon. If you really want to accept my proposal, I will make the necessary changes for our marriage'.”
Y/n would be left speechless, thinking that she still had to take care of Aegon and how difficult it would be to adapt to the cold. After all, although she wasn’t very tolerant of heat, she couldn’t easily withstand Winterfell’s harsh winters. But despite all the doubts, she accepted. She couldn’t refuse a marriage proposal from a man like Cregan Stark just because of a few doubts.
After the wedding between Cregan and Y/n, many lords began to make agreements and do business with Winterfell since they had the most powerful asset to offer: an alliance with a house owning one of the last dragons.
Over time, Y/n’s dragon would be the last dragon in Westeros. Her children didn’t try to hatch dragons for Cregan asked them not to because having more than one dragon could be problematic for their feeding. Y/n’s dragon was passed down to her children and their children until it died of old age. Not only was it the last dragon, but it was also the only dragon that belonged to the North. The dragon’s skull would rest in the catacombs right behind Y/n’s tomb and statue, which was located beside Cregan’s tomb. Y/n’s children, as well as their descendants who could claim their dragon, learned High Valyrian but stopped being educated in the language after the last dragon died. Y/n was responsible for teaching them, but after her death, her eldest descendants took over. Y/n’s children would have Cregan’s hair and Y/n’s violet eyes, but their grandchildren were not born with visible Valyrian traits. The time when Winterfell had a dragon was the most prosperous in its history. Even when the dragon could no longer fly well due to old age, it remained imposing, and no one dared to challenge the Starks.
I hope you liked this plot/summary I must say that I'm also a writer, but only on quotev, I'm new to writing on Tumblr in fact this is my first post hehe. Actually, I don't know if I'll post my stories here because I don't know how to organize Tumblr master list and all that but I wanted to share this idea. I apologize if some parts are not understandable; my first language is not English.
House of the Dragon: Daemon/Rhaenyra x Niece/Sister! Reader- Anatomy Lesson P.1
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Warnings: Incest, Power Imbalance, Coercion, Dirty Talk, Light Petting
You clasped your hands together in an attempt to hide your nervousness from your dear uncle Daemon. It wasn’t terribly unusual for him to assist you in your studies, something that he has rarely done with his own blood, though he has often said he ‘rather not waste his time with ones uninteresting in his efforts of teaching’. Uncle seemed pleased with your strive to learn both the history and the language of both your house and of the old days and ways. “A much better effort than my wife’s own children have displayed as of late…” It always filled you with a prideful warmth to hear your uncle’s praises, even if it was at the dismissal of your nephews and even to your own sister, his wife.
And it certainly scorned her at times…
It wasn’t terribly unusual for you to find yourself in your sister, Rhaenyra, and uncle Daemon’s chambers from time to time. Typically, you are there with your sister, speaking together as you once would when you both were younger and she was not so overburdened with her duties as heir to the Iron Throne and as wife and mother, though other times you are there assisting her with the children, a task you have grown to love in spite of your uncertainty and anxiety for it in the beginning. You are even accustomed to the birthing process, having been at your sister’s side for nearly all the births of her children, save for her eldest, Jacaerys. The births were always a terrifying time for both you and Rhaenyra, but she always managed to hold a strength about her that always left you awestruck.
Would you be capable of this, someday…?
Only having your uncle present in his and his wife’s bedchambers was… Unusual. You have found yourself in his study often, as that was where he often taught you the material that you studied so you both could be free of unwanted interruptions. Days ago, however, your uncle declared there was to be a special lesson taught to you. One of great importance, something that would benefit and aid you for the entirety of your life. It was so strange… Uncle said it with his usual air of casualness, as though it was of no great deal to him, but you couldn’t help the way that butterflies invaded your stomach or stop your teeth from worrying your lips as his gaze lingered on your for just a fleeting moment longer than it usually did. Perhaps you imagined it, as you are a skittish, ditzy thing, as your sister often reminds you, but you couldn’t hide the flush on your cheeks or the fidgeting of your fingers or the blunt of your teeth against the peeling skin of your lower lip.
“Stop that, dear niece. It is unbecoming of a budding young woman to have such habits.” You immediately dropped your hands and released the hold of your teeth against your lips. Colour tinged your cheeks as you focused on the floor in front of your uncle’s feet. He stepped forward and took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up until your eyes reluctantly met his.
“Now, now… There is no need for that…” Your uncle’s thumb gently caressed your chin as he scanned your face with his intense gaze. You could never tell what he was thinking… Was he disappointed in you? He removed his fingers from your chin and gently smoothed down your hair. You can’t hold his eyes any longer and you look away, nervous and ashamed.
“Go ahead and take a seat, sweeting. We shall begin the lesson shortly.” Uncle Daemon gestured towards a chair that had been positioned near the front of your sister and uncle’s bed. Curious… You furrowed your brows but said nothing, taking a seat as he directed of you. What sort of lesson will he be teaching? You place your hands in your lap and interlace your fingers as a means to deter your urge to pick at your lips or worry the fabric of your dress. Really, what need do you have of worrying?
This is your uncle Daemon! He has always conducted himself with integrity and grace…
“U-Uncle…?” Your voice is small and uncertain, wavering in pitch and tone as he walks behind your line of sight. He stops directly behind you, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.
“What lesson am I to learn t-this evening?” Uncle Daemon’s thumb caressed your partially exposed shoulder as his fingers massaged and kneaded against your flesh. It was likely accidental, but his fingertips grazed against the side of your breast, causing you to shy away from his touch ever so slightly. He chuckled softly as he squeezed your shoulder.
“You will be learning something very important…” Your uncle leaned down so that he could whisper into your ear. His hot breath made you ticklish and you wiggled and shifted in your seat.
“...for the future of our house and our future family.”
You sat upright, now fully attentive and keen on the lesson at hand. Something this important?! Why didn’t your uncle tell you this sooner?! You would have been more prepared! …if you even knew what the lesson at hand was. The shift in your posture didn’t go unnoticed, and it greatly pleased your uncle Daemon. He kissed you on the temple, his hand slowly leaving your shoulder as he walked to your left. His silent praise left you feeling a little giddy and invigorated, ready for whatever was to come. No matter how difficult the subject matter, you were prepared to study and understand it to the fullest extent!
“This is a rather… unorthodox lesson, little niece, so prepare yourself.” Your uncle went about unbuttoning his cufflinks and began to roll his sleeves up his forearm. You furrowed your brows but said nothing, curiosity burning hot inside of you as you watched him look towards the partition that provided your sister with the barest of modesty when it came to her morning and evening dressings. He made a ‘come’ gesture with his hand and to your surprise, your sister, Rhaenyra, walked out from behind the wooden and metal panels that separated the room into a quarter. You blinked in surprise.
“S-Sister…?” Rhaenyra walked out in only her evening robe, it tied loosely about her torso in a way that made you look away, flustered. The fabric was so sheer, so thin, that nothing of your sister’s frame was left to the imagination. She flashed you a warm smile, as though she wasn’t partially and immodestly dressed before her little sister and her husband, in her bed chambers.
“Hello, darling sister.” Her tone was as flat and unwavering as always. You couldn’t guess what was about to happen, even as your sister placed a kiss to your uncle, her husband’s, lips. It was chaste, as were all the kisses tha Rhaenyra shared with her husband, though it lingered for a moment longer than it typically did and it had you looking away.
It was wrong of you to stare…
“Shall we, then?” Rhaenyra asked uncle Daemon. He wasn’t facing you, but you saw him nod and your sister… got on top of the bed? You watched, confused. You nearly opened your mouth to ask what she was doing, what they both were doing, and how this pertained to the lesson you were to learn this evening, but you held your tongue, knowing well that it was ill advised to question your sister and your uncle. Daemon turned and walked in front of you so that he stood between you and your sister.
“My dear wife, your sister, will be assisting us in this evening’s lesson.” You began to pick at your lower lip with your teeth once more. You nodded, watching your uncle as he stroked your sister’s pale shin. It still felt… wrong for her to be so unclothed in both of your presences but you said nothing.
Whatever lesson this is, it is important indeed if it requires your sister’s aid…
“Rhaenyra, darling, if you would…?” Daemon gestured to your sister, who smiled coyly as she began to untie the sash of her thin evening robe. Your eyes widened as her robe fell open, revealing her bare, naked body to both you and your uncle. Your sister’s violet eyes met your own and you had no choice but to look away, shocked and horrified and unwholly sure that this was truly happening before you. Your sister laughed a little, as did your uncle Daemon.
“Come, little sister! Have you not seen my body as it is now, just as I have seen yours? This is nothing to feel shame for!” Rhaenyra’s posture was relaxed and lazy, a stark contrast to how you were rigid and unable to maintain any sort of eye contact. You couldn’t even look in her or your uncle’s direction…
“That’s right, little niece.” Daemon agreed as he walked towards you. Your face was beet red and you wondered if you would faint or have some sort of fit, your head throbbed so terribly and your body feeling so weak. He placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down towards your ear.
“This is all for a greater end, I assure you.” You didn’t meet his intense gaze until his fingers hooked underneath your chin and forced your eyes to meet his.
“This will serve the greater purpose of our family. It will be relatively painless and quick as lightning, I promise you this.” You swallowed thickly. For the greater purpose of the family… You nodded, taking in a deep breath through your nose as he smiled at you.
“Good girl.” He stroked your chin with his thumb and left you, his fingers lingering on your skin once again, making you feel ticklish and shy. You were still hesitant to see your sister in such a state of undress… but your uncle assured you this was important and neither he or Rhaenyra have ever done wrong by you…
You shift in your seat, straightening up as you shyly make eye contact with your sister. Her face seemed to soften a little as you looked back at her, and it helped put you at ease in a way. She is right… This isn’t the first time you have seen her bare. Be it bathing together or dressing one another or even assisting her in her births, it wasn’t always a shameful thing… so you relaxed your tense shoulders a little and smiled back at her. Daemon seemed pleased that you were attentive now, so he tapped Rhaenyra on the ankle and said-
“Open them, lovely.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest as your sister obeyed his command. She slowly brought her knees up and parted her legs, until she was immodestly spread open to the point you could see everything that was meant only for herself and her husband, your uncle. You immediately looked away, uncertain if this was somehow right or if there was a misunderstanding. But as your eyes flicked towards your uncle’s impassive stare, you felt a knot form in your stomach and you found yourself reluctantly looking back towards your sister’s shocking display.
“You need to pay close attention, dear little sweeting. The discomfort you feel now will be worth the knowledge that you garner from this lesson.” He leaned down so that he was face-to-face with you. You nod, a little uncertain, but you knew better than to test him again, so you forced all your shame and embarrassment down and focused on remaining impartial and attentive for whatever lesson this was supposed to be. Daemon straightened up and turned to face Rhaenyra.
“We will begin, then.”
Rhaenyra scooted down towards the foot of the bed, until her rear was just at the edge and you had a too clear view of her womanly parts. You swallowed thickly and tried to focus on anything other than the throbbing in your temples or the way your stomach twists into knots at such an immoral sight. Your uncle placed a hand on Rhaenyra’s milky white thigh and stroked it lovingly.
“Do you know what this is, dear niece?” He looked at your sister with a flat expression, as though he were slightly bored with the presentation of her nude body. You wet your dry lips with your sticky tongue.
“W-What, exactly, uncle…?” You feared you knew the answer he was seeking. He looked down at your sister’s womanhood, pale and pink and surrounded by a forest of silver white hair. He placed a hand just above it, not quite on her navel but also not on her pelvis bone.
“This, darling. You know what it is, no need to play coy.” You blinked owlishly. You hesitated a few times, looking between your sister and your uncle, both of which seemed eager to hear how you would answer this question. The corner of your mouth twitches as you debate on how to respond to such a question.
“I-It’s… um, i-it’s s-sister’s… parts.” You felt as though you would be faint from your shame. Your sister scoffed under her breath, shaking her head with a smile as your uncle sighed and clicked his tongue.
“Try again. What is this?” His hand shifted and his thumb stroked a line from the topmost button of your sister’s most private area all the way down its length then back up again. You looked away, flustered, only to be scolded by your sister.
“Sister! Do not look away! Your lord uncle asked you a question!” You reluctantly looked back at your uncle, who was staring intently at you as he lazily touched that place on your sister. You couldn’t bear to look down there but looking at him wasn’t much better… so you fixed your gaze onto one of the buttons of his collar.
“Your sister is right, little sweeting…” He tutted softly. His tone hasn’t changed in the slightest but it was enough to make you wither and wilt.
“What is this? Do you know? Have you learned nothing from aiding your sister in her trials as a woman, wife and mother?” You straightened up, bristling slightly.
“Y-Yes! Yes I k-know! I-It’s just…” You felt queasy but swallowed and ignored it. “I-It’s- That is her… w-womanhood…?” You lost all your confidence as you answered. Daemon sighed, and Rhaenyra clicked her tongue.
“Oh you sweet little thing…” She cooed as her fingertips lazily ghosted down her sides. Daemon’s thumb halted its movements and he motioned for you to come closer. You did, albeit slowly and with hesitant, uncertain steps. Your uncle kneeled at the foot of his and your sister’s bed and he motioned you to follow, which you did with a funny look on your face.
You didn’t like to be so close to Rhaenyra’s womanly parts, but you wouldn’t dare to voice your discomfort. Daemon looked you in the eyes as he tilted his head towards your sister, and you shyly followed its direction. You’ve never seen… this so up close… You didn’t know what to think of it. It was… shameful. Dirty… N-Not that your sister is dirty! It’s not her, it’s just… that. It looked strange and you could scarcely believe that was between your own legs! Daemon’s thumb traced the outskirts of your sister’s mound and pulled at one of its sides, so that even more of her was on display. You haven’t gotten used to such a display and you don’t think you ever will… You struggle not to look away while under both his and your sister’s scrutiny.
“This, little niece, is your sister’s cunt.” The tip of his thumb dips into Rhaenyra’s fold and she hums softly to herself. You feel your ears heat up upon hearing such a vulgar word being used to describe any part of your sister, even if it was a shameful and dirty part of her. You ball the fabric of your dress’s skirt into your fists as a strange warmth spreads through your belly.
“Do you know what it’s for?” Uncle Daemon hummed as he worked his thumb deeper inside of your sister’s… place. You couldn’t bear the thought of acknowledging what was happening before your very eyes, but you couldn’t ignore the hazy look on your sister’s face and the eagerness of your uncle’s expression the more flustered and uncomfortable you became. You nodded, swallowing thickly. You knew what that area was for, as did all young women and girls even before they take a husband and are bedded by them. It’s for… for…
“F-For… b-babies… a-and the husband!” You quickly added. Perhaps you’ve made a fool of yourself before them, but the upward pull of your uncle’s lips told you otherwise.
“Yes! That is correct! You have been paying attention…” It was strange to get praise for knowing something so… based, but you couldn’t help but to soak up the praise. You looked up at your sister, who smiled as she bit her lower lip.
“But do you know everything that this little cunt is used for?” Your face faltered upon hearing that word again, but you said nothing and simply shook your head. While you knew of child birth, you knew nothing when it came to bedding and exactly how those children came to be. Was this what they intended on teaching you…? You weren’t sure how you felt about this… but a part of you was grateful they were preparing you for your future duties as a wife.
After all… this is for the greater purpose of the family, right?
“There is something that is often mistaken when it comes to a woman’s duties as a wife.” Daemon’s eyes never left your face as you watched him hook his thumb deep inside of your sister’s… Oh my… Where is it going…?! Your eyes were wide and your face flushed. Your lips were slightly parted and your tongue was somewhere between licking your lips and hanging limply in your mouth.
How cute you could be…
“A woman can experience pleasure just as well as a man can…” He rubbed his thumb in circles and Rhaenyra’s eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head back. A soft groan escapes her lips, a sound that has you taken aback and feeling as though you are witnessing something you shouldn’t… though you couldn’t take your eyes off of your uncle’s movements between your sister’s legs.
“...given you know exactly where to touch and how to touch it…” With a wet squish, he pulls his thumb away from you sister and to your surprise, there is a shine where some kind of wetness clung to his digit. What… was that? Was she okay? As you were inspecting his thumb, he brought it to his mouth and popped it into his mouth, a gesture that had you bringing a hand to your mouth as you gasped in shock, but he seemed rather pleased with… whatever he was tasting. You could smell… something, though you couldn’t place what it was for the life of you. Something musky and dirty and… and-
“Come, let me show you…” Your attention snaps back to your uncle, who held his hand out for you to take. You blink rapidly, tripping over your tongue as you were already thinking of excuses as to why you could never do such a thing!
“I-I couldn’t-! I-”
“It’s alright, little sister. You can touch me.” You nearly choked on your own tongue.
“R-Rhaenyra?!” Your voice squeaked a little. You couldn’t believe it! I-It’s not okay for you to do such a thing to your sister, right?! …right? You can’t. You can’t… But your uncle is taking your hovering hand and your sister is reaching down to stroke you on the head.
“It’s only me. Me and you… Don’t worry of your uncle, my husband. I assure you he mind not, isn’t that right?” Daemon chuckled a little to himself as he squeezed your small hand in his much larger one.
“That’s right… I certainly don’t mind if you go touching my niece-wife’s little cunny, sweeting.” Oh… It was too embarrassing…! How can they say such things and not- and not feel as though they would faint! Or cry… Your eyes were wet from the shame you felt but you no longer tried to stop your uncle from placing your hand on top of your sister’s small waist.
“Have you ever done something like this before?” Your sister’s question took you off guard. W-What?! N-No! Perhaps your panicked expression answered for you, because she laughed softly and placed her hand on top of your own.
“It’s alright, dear sister… There is no shame if you have or have not done such a thing… I was nearly your age before I learned of these things…” Her eyes drifted over to Daemon’s and you could swear you saw him smirk from the corner of your eye. You are solely focused on your sister though and you nod, still not wholly alright with what was asked of you but having her comfort you was a relief.
“We will teach you all you will need to know… and you can use my body as practice… For now…” There was an unspoken suggestion that made you cringe. Or did you shiver, instead? You swallowed and nodded, your eyes drifting down to your sister’s most precious place.
“It’s… This is okay? A-Are you sure? I-I always thought that-” Rhaenyra shushed you. She squeezed your hand tightly.
“Have I ever lied to you?” You furrowed your brows.
“No…” She smiled again.
“Have I only ever had your best interest at heart?” You nod, squeezing her hand in return.
“Of course…”
“I want what is best for you. We both do…” As if on cue, your uncle placed his hand on your shoulder. Some of the unease that you felt faded a little and was replaced by something much warmer and lighter.
Yes, of course they want what is best for you and the family… It’s like your uncle said earlier: it is a moment of discomfort for the greater good. And if your sister and your uncle are truly certain this is necessary… then you suppose you can bear with this lesson they are so eager to teach you… After all… Your sister has put her body on display for your benefit. You can’t allow her to believe that you are ungrateful for what she has done for you! So you bury down deep how wrong this all feels and focus on learning well what they aim to teach you. You wouldn’t want to put either of them through this embarrassment again… Or yourself, for that matter.
The Silent Queen (Aegon I Targaryen x Targaryen! Reader)
Anon: Could you do a Aegon I x reader, where she is the youngest Targaryen and his third and beloved wife, being also the most calm and rational of the siblings, the only one besides Aegon able to mount Balerion (but she also has her own Dragon), and she give him two children, twins?
Admin: I will try my best to get most of these things right and what you wanted! I might change that instead of her being able to ride Balerion (because only a dragon can have one dragon rider and will not let any others ride them until their rider’s death) I will say that Balerion prefers her more out of the other two sisters, and would allow her to be close or to feed. But thank you for the request!
You knew since you were young that family mattered, that they mattered more than coin or power. Family was your strength; a strength that tied you all together.
You knew that you and your older siblings, your flesh and blood, were set for destiny since the moment you all took your first breathes into this bleak small world, but as you grew, you realised this world was much bigger.
You grew up your entire life on the small island of Dragonstone, the youngest daughter to Lord Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velaryon; the youngest child who was born in the harshest winter, leaving you frail and smaller.
Although small and premature, you survived, with the fires within burning brighter and hotter than a thousand suns and hotter than dragon fire. You were deemed to be a survivor. Like those before you, your parents laid a dragon egg at the end of your crib: a golden flamed egg that shone like fiery coppers.
Similar to the fire within in yourself, the egg hatched, releasing the music of dragons into the air.
You had your siblings there surrounding you in your childhood. At least a year younger than your second sister Rhaenys, you had the best relationship with her and your brother Aegon.
Rhaenys was the most beautiful and impulsive, and you were always jealous of her looks even from youth and eyes she got the lustful eyes of many lords and their songs. You always prayed every night that you would grow to become a full woman with looks as desirable as Rhaenys. To you, you just seemed so… plain.
You and your siblings were all different in many ways, especially compared against you. Unlike Visenya who enjoyed fighting beside Aegon in training and Rhaenys enjoying music and dancing (and as much as she enjoyed flying with Meraxes, she spent the most time on her dragon compared to you three), you were more book smart: relaxed to a candle and book at night, reading on your knowledge and history of the continent close to you that you eventually learnt was called Westeros. There was no doubt you were called by those the more quieter of the bunch.
Visenya, your first sister and oldest, was the most stern, and frightened you most, and you always spent going back to Aegon for help when she was being mean. Rhaenys was the one who you spent with and enjoyed playing with.
’She’s too skinny and weak. The runt of the Targaryens.’ Visenya said one day, watching with cold eyes glaring your way. ‘She won’t always have you running to help.’
‘She’s my sister.’ Aegon always stood up for you, no matter the reason. ‘And I won’t stand to watch those of my blood torment her.’
That day forward, you looked up to your brother even more, promising him and yourself that no matter what, you would make it up to him.
Rhaenys was kinder: a teaser but she was never as mean to you as Visenya was. She was the one who always dared you to dragon races all around Dragonstone with your dragon Daelyx. He was a shimmery golden-fiery orange dragon with wings an orange-red that blinded those on the ground due to them catching the sun.
No matter how many times you raced, she always won.
When you were with Aegon, you always spent time telling him of what you learnt in your books, reading to him by the fires in the evenings with him listening intently.
You knew that when he was of age, he was to marry Visenya for duty, and deep down, there was a spark of jealously that raged in you. You loved Aegon, sadly more than a brother.
You were only one-and-ten when your father arranged a marriage proposal to your mother’s nieces’ son, a Valeryon that was a few years younger than you and with no interest to him at all.
You protested and complained, much to your dismay, but it seemed you were to be married to one of your closest relatives. When your father had died, Aegon came to rule the island of Dragonstone, and after first being married to Visenya, he shocked those by also marrying Rhaenys.
This shocked you even more: how dare Aegon marry both your older sisters but not you? What was wrong with you to not let him marry you? You were still young, but now, thanks to your luck, you begun to mature into a much more beautiful woman like Rhaenys.
Your hair was long just like your sisters: silver-blonde which you wore down curled with two singular braids tied together in the back. Your eyes were large and lavender; lighter in colour compared to the more common darker Valyrian purple eyes. You grew to be tall, fair and slender: around the same height as Rhaenys.
You caught the eyes of many men by the time you were nine-and-ten years old, bringing many men of your banners and those of the closest Valyrian roots were wanting your hand in marriage. But sadly to them, you still had eyes for one.
When Aegon was setting his eyes beyond taking over Westeros, you were there to be by his side mainly, telling him of the history of the seven separate kingdoms and who ruled them. You became soon someone he asked for advice from, more so then his warrior sister Visenya.
When Rhaenys noticed how close you were trying to get to with Aegon, she simply joked, smiling with a knowing look, but said nothing. You knew deep down she knew your plan.
If he was to become the King to all seven kingdoms, it meant that your sister would be queens, and you, would become a simple princess to Dragonstone or the ruins of someone’s lands. You were not destined to be some lady’s lord; to raise sons wouldn’t carry the blood of the dragon.
No, you were going to be the Queen, ruling beside your sisters and your King, and you were going to be Aegon’s wife.
When things begun to dwell and your hopes of marrying Aegon begun to fall with the months passing, you were surprised with the news from your brother when he announced to those close to him of your marriage.
To yours and everyone else’s surprise (save for Rhaenys), you were to marry Aegon after his conquest of Westeros had succeeded and he was King.
You couldn’t of been happier, and although it was not uncommon in Valyrian traditions for polygamy, you still pulled away your older brother to the side, questioning the decision.
He simply smiled. “If I am to be King, why can’t I make all my sisters my Queens?”
And so, the Conquest for Westeros went underway, and you were stationed with planning and strategizing with those like Orys and naval ships from House Valeryon.
Your golden flame dragon Daelyx was smaller than Meraxes but was quick in flight and spat out flames as bright as his wings. Flames so hot it could set alit an entire formation, horses and men combined.
You were found in the courtyard before your brother Aegon was set on course to Harrenhal to meet the Kraken King Harren the Black. Aegon found you situated feeding all four dragons, something he found most odd was that his own Black Dread, Balerion, allowed you to feed and stroke him.
He had a peculiar closeness to you, one that he didn’t have with their other sisters.
’He always seems to like you best.’ He startled you as you held your hand over Balerion’s snout hot under your touch. Dragons were fire made flesh like you and your family your father told you once.
’He always growled at Vis, huffed at Rhaenys, but did none of those with you.’ He walked over to both of you, stroking his dragon’s snout in thought.
’He seems to prefer me best, it seems.’ You smiled up to him, ‘They are smarter than to those of other men believe.’
He looked to you, a generous laugh came from him. ‘That is very true.’
You faced him properly, Balerion’s wings stretching in wait of his next flight. ‘Be careful brother, we may have won some of this land, but Harrenhal is mere indestructible.’
‘Not against dragon’s flame.’ He countered. ‘Travel safely when you go to take Storm’s End. Please little sister, you know I couldn’t bare to lose one of you.’
You hugged him tightly as he hugged you back, promises made between you two in promise of both of your returns. ‘Make sure Balerion gets some time to spread his wings, before you send him into chaos.’
‘The same with Daelyx. And make sure Orys doesn’t do anything reckless. You know how fierce he can be when it comes to war.’
The nights were perilous and long, but you managed to bind the bleeding wounds of Westeros into six kingdoms instead of the seven. Dorne was stubborn and tougher than the Targaryens believed they would be, but nonetheless, Aegon became King, and in his celebration, erected a large fort named after him.
A week after, Aegon was declared as King; First of His Name. You remember how becoming and handsome he looked, wearing a crown of seven rubies in his crown. He looked more like a God than man. And following his coronation, your wedding was held.
You were in a shimmery red dress with deep dark red rubies that matched his in his crown encrusted in your bodice: your dress one of the finest with such fine details, your hair long and flowing with your own crown put on your head.
A Queen I have become. You smiled as the High Septon and hall of men lords and ladies clapped. Long may we reign. It wasn’t long before the smallfolk gathering in the city begun giving you the nickname The Quiet or The Beloved Queen.
Whilst there were many rebellions and conquests underway during the early reign of Aegon, you were sure to try and give him many heirs. Strong sons for if Rhaenys or Visenya couldn’t.
Rhaenys had given birth to his first son, Aenys in 7 AC: a small fragile thing, but an heir. You were happy for your dear sister, and held the boy like he was your own.
You tried and tried with Aegon until finally you fell pregnant and the realm rejoiced, and you gave birth on Dragonstone in 9 AC to twins; a healthy boy and girl of silver-blond hair, lilac eyes and plumped fair skin.
You named the children accordingly to Valyrian traditions: the boy was called Daemion after your grandsire who died before you were born, but heard gallant tales of in your youth. The girl was called Daenella or as Aegon and you had come up with the creative nickname ‘Nellie’.
You thought you couldn’t be any happier, until your happiness slapped you back in the face when what happened a year later, pushed you into a state of despair.
Rhaenys was killed when Meraxes was shot out from the sky with a bolt to the eye thanks to the Dornish. That was when you believed the dragon within you had awoken, the same with your remaining siblings as you reigned fire below on their castles and lands.
Mourning took you and Aegon to the worst, you especially more, seen more in black than any other colour for the rest of your life. Your beloved sister, plucked from your eyes, leaving you with the eldest you hated even more.
As Daemion and Nellie grew, you forced them to spend as little time with their aunt, making sure they were with you or Aegon but never alone or away from guards to watch over them. They were also with Aenys a lot, playing and spending time together when you were busy to do so.
They had called you the Quiet Queen; the Beloved, but never the Queen who mourned.
------ A bit of an abrupt ending, but I’ve been trying to work on this for ages. This isn’t my best work, so I do apologise.
Pairing: Aegon the Conqueror x Visenya x Rhaenys x Reader
Warning: inc*st, smut, polyamory, fluff, angst, war, dragons, eventually child birth. +18!
SUMMARY: Aegon married his three sisters, each of them for different reasons, Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, (y/n), he married her out of love, pure love.
