#targaryen

[bellawellajones]

My beloved OC Rhaella Targaryen and Lyonel Baratheon, She's a big fan of storms End. She stayed there for a time as a girl, serving as the ward of Lyonel's mother.

Little Rhaella.

[aelarasimsx]

tried making alicent x

[cinthyamdg999]

Hice este art de Brynden Cuervo de sangre y Aegor Acero amargo, pero ahora que lo pienso también podría ser Robert y Rhaegal.

[houseofdreamer]

King. (2)

His words hung in the air, like always. If it wasn't a question, there was no need to reply.

And just like every night, she was right there in his bed. Lying face down, her gorgeous dress scattered on the floor a few feet away, with him behind her. His warm hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and backside, forcing his fully erect member inside his wife, which he had already slicked with his fingers. Feeling his testicles hitting against her, the room filled with obscene sounds.

He was right.

She was lucky.

He actually had the decency to dry himself off a bit, but she would never be lucky enough for him to just get dressed quietly and go straight to sleep. The little queen let out tiny whimpers into the sheets, feeling her king fill up a place that, at one point, had been completely pure and untouched.

A place that belonged to him now, just like the rest of her body.

He kept going, picking up his pace, until he finally spilled his load inside her. He collapsed onto her back, giving in to the feeling of physical release. His heavy breathing hit the hollow of her shoulder and neck, sucking on her skin while his hands moved up to slide under her chest and massage her breasts. She let out a small whimper when she felt him move, settling in.

She figured, just like every night before, it wouldn't take long for him to start again.

He was always hungry for her flesh. Sometimes she was terrified that he would lose his mind one day and bite her hard, strictly to tear her apart and taste her in every possible way.

But it hadn't happened, not yet.

And to her surprise, he pulled out almost lazily, letting go of his grip on her, with no clear intention of keeping things going.

He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through her curls before pulling away with a gentleness that felt like a mockery, lying down beside her and resting his hand on the curve of her waist. She noticed his distant look, the way he stared at a fixed spot with a hint of irritation. She also noticed he was quieter than usual and didn't push to keep their marital games going anytime soon. It was weird, something that made her realize something was wrong.

It could be something related to House Hightower, but she didn't understand why her mother's family would be so stubborn. No one could erase a sacred vow or the king's marks on her body. They didn't have many options anyway. Jaehaera was tiny and dazed by the war, and she...she was just a womb with a crown. Then she thought of her little nephew, and Jace could be a lot of things, but he would never abandon his family.

Despite her curiosity, she didn't ask. She wasn't supposed to ask.

Her job wasn't to comfort him. Her role wasn't like any regular wife's, since very few women had the duties of a queen consort.

She thought of little Jaehaera again, trapped in nightmares, being raised by septas who would try to turn her into the perfect lady for another broken boy one day, little Aegon, a marriage she never expected to actually see.

She couldn't pull away either, that was definitely never a real option. If he didn't move away or order her to do so, then she had to stay exactly where she was and how she was. No matter the pain, because if she didn't, it would double for both her and her mother. So they stayed there, on the sheets, with his hand on her silhouette while a tense silence took over the room.

His hand tensed up after a moment, and he turned his head to look at her. She just slowly lifted her chin toward him, and a strange part of her whispered something inside her overwhelmed head.

A tiny smile grew on her lips. It wasn't real, and he knew it. But he didn't scold her or mock her. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled her in close until she was snuggled against his chest. The young queen didn't fight it. In fact, she rested her hand on him and got more comfortable. She didn't pay attention to the king's heartbeat, but she did notice the strange arrow scars, three marks that felt like small bumps of pale, pink skin.

<<—What fragrances do you use when they wash your hair?>>

His voice broke through the river of her thoughts. She looked back up at him. She hadn't noticed that he had been sniffing her curls from that position.

<<—It is a Dornish essence, your Majesty. Wild cherries and strawberries.>>

She answered, her voice barely a thread. She was terrified he wouldn't like it, because she knew perfectly well he wouldn't hesitate to order her to change it and she would do nothing to argue. But instead, he let the conversation die out and used his hand to push her head back to its original spot before pulling a sheet over both of them. Curled up against his chest, this time she could perfectly feel how he was smelling and caressing her curls. She stayed completely still, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

The queen looked around the room, wondering what it must have been like for her brother to wake up knowing that at any second someone could walk in and chop his head right off. Aegon never said it out loud, but he was a man who lived completely full of fear.

Then she felt that same disgust again, imagining her mother bleeding out in this bed on her first night, then Aegon crying over his wounds from all the losses, and now her...being able to feel the enemy's seed, something ruined by the sin she came from, dripping out of her and staining the bed.

A lot of other things crossed her mind before her body finally gave in to exhaustion. She was grateful that, at least for tonight, the king's bad mood had drained him from the inside out. She knew she couldn't compare him to Aegon. She loved her brother, but he was far from being a whole person, though she understood how men reacted to fear.

With possession and hatred, as if burning lands or trampling over women would somehow erase the pain gripping their hearts.

But in that category, Jacaerys Targaryen was different once again. It was weird even to her, he was an enigma. Something that had good days and bad days, where if she didn't figure out which day it was, she ended up hurt. And then there were days that were just strange, neither good nor bad, just strange.

The next day was a strange one.

She woke up completely alone. She had felt when he got up for the Privy Council and the audiences, but it wasn't worth getting up early. Her duties were to be there for her husband at certain hours, and in the morning she had a bit more freedom. The servants got everything ready for her when she got up. They were the only ones who never changed. They never looked at her, as always, and only followed orders, as always. The lady-in-waiting situation was a different story, though. She missed Lady Alys Bracken and Lady Alerie Hightower with all her heart, but both had been sent away and married off to decent knights. She hadn't even had the chance to exchange letters with them, or with anyone.

The three ladies who accompanied her weren't rude to her. In fact, they were the opposite, with sweet looks and lovely smiles. They were pleasant too, to the point where they could actually get a smile out of her, but she wouldn't open up to them. She knew they were vipers in pretty dresses and hairstyles. She realized that if she mocked her husband the way any regular wife would, the king would find out that very night, and no pretty face would save her from hours upon hours of torment.

That was what her days consisted of, walking down the hallways with pretty faces following behind her, and visiting her mother. Sometimes she felt guilty for keeping her under the effects of that tea for so long, but she had no one else to go to. And even if it wasn't the same as before...the queen was still her mother, the one who knelt before Rhaenyra solely to protect her kids and even suggested the crazy idea of splitting the realm between Aegon and Rhaenyra. She didn't care if what was happening now was because of her mother's mistakes, she would always stay by her side.

But that afternoon was different.

She walked into the library, a place she hadn't stepped foot in for a long time. She would never be stupid enough to think books were boring, but reading during times of war was a disaster for her. Every single thought ended up leading back to her wounded family members. So after moons of boredom, she went back to her old habit.

Nothing was openly denied to her inside the castle, except leaving it and visiting the dowager queen without the proper procedures. Jacaerys didn't even have to forbid her from talking to anyone. Everyone barely gave her the formal greeting she was owed as consort before passing right by.

The beautiful place was exactly the same, clean and organized, with an air so peaceful it made her feel safe in a weird way. Not even the guards followed her inside, and her ladies had left by that hour on her orders, leaving her completely alone. She walked forward a bit when she saw them. The king, his back turned to her, standing in front of a pale little prince she recognized instantly.

<<—I know you come here during the Hour of the Wolf. You always liked looking at the stars. Would you like me to bring a copy of Morfin's tales? I heard it has beautiful stories about the night sky.>>

His voice sounded different. It was different from what she had heard over the past few moons, but vaguely familiar to the tone he used on days when Princess Rhaenyra visited the Red Keep with her kids.

The boy weakly shook his head, and then his gaze caught hers. The king noticed his confusion and turned around to look at her. The tiny smile he had vanished instantly the second he caught sight of his aunt-wife standing there. Aegon, on the other hand, didn't flinch. He had heard the young woman was queen and that his brother was satisfied with her, but it was a topic he personally had no desire to look at or hear about.

She froze, not knowing what to do or say. It wasn't forbidden to come in here. Her husband had been pretty clear about what was off-limits, and the library wasn't one of those places. But there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel like she was committing a crime, making her feel completely exposed, just like every night.

<<—I didn't know you were interested in reading, my sweet love.>>

He stated with a highly polite tone, something so sweet it made her feel rotten and singled out. Before she could even answer, Jacaerys turned around and dismissed his little brother. Of course, not before giving him a smile and a squeeze on the shoulder. The boy walked right past her, without his clothes even brushing against her dress. He didn't dare look her in the eye, just like the guards who apparently watched her door every single nightfall. The monarch, with both hands on the hilt of his sword, leaned against a table to look at her with that smug expression he had almost all the time. Except when those strange episodes hit him and everything about him softened, from his eyes to his touch.

<<—I was just passing by and made the mistake of staying to listen, my king. I beg you to forgive me. I won't do it again.>>

She finally spoke, using the exact tone she knew she had to use. But that tone irritated Jacaerys now, and he let out a short sound that was like a sharp, ironic laugh.

<<—Come closer.>>

He ordered, and she obeyed, standing right in front of him. Her doe-like eyes met his, which were colder and more volatile. He lifted his hand, but not to hit her, and stroked the necklace she was wearing. It was a simple piece for a queen, but she never wore extravagant jewelry, though she would never deny how beautiful it was.

<<—What were you looking for in here?>>

He whispered without looking at her, still stroking the sapphire that served as the centerpiece of her necklace. His voice had dropped to a strange murmur, completely focused and interested in her necklace.

<<—I was only looking for an escape in stories, Your Majesty. I did not mean to interrupt. If it pleases you, I will leave right now. I swear to you my intention was not to spy on you, I just walked in, the guards are witnesses.>>

She answered right away, without hesitating. Her nephew smiled and let go of the necklace, standing up straight and stepping closer to her.

<<—I hope you pick a good book, wife. Your voice is melodious when you want it to be, and starting today, it will please me to listen to it in bed before going to sleep.>>

[trembaum5]

[celindelouisa]

House of the Dragon Season 3 Episode 3 - Rhaenyra prepares to rule.

Rhaenyra Targaryen: "My reign has just begun. All eyes look to me now. I must justify my father's faith in me. Rule as he would have wished."

[celindelouisa]

Sunfyre is about to return to us in House of the Dragon Season 3, but at what cost?