Just an angsty Dance thought of them being perfectly content and a happy family in summerhall. Away from politics and the throne no desire or need to be part of the war. Until they get news of their son, prince aemon being hurt or a casualty of war at the hands of daemon’s men before the rogue prince had arrived. He had been staying in the citadel of Oldtown perhaps he was mistaken to be Prince Daeron.
Oh how could her sister forgive Rhaenyra and Daemon for such a horrible act.
oh imagine !! Maybe he was lost to the sea or sky (keeping his end mysterious..for now)
She would be so heartbroken and lost; they would never be able to reach her heart again.
Thots about Viserys second daughter being married off to the brooding prince of Summerhall. An older Valyrian cousin who Viserys wants on his side when Rhaenyra is crowned his heir. She was married off almost as soon as her mother died, being forgotten by her father and sister in their grief. Poor princess dreading the moment of marry a man who the keep whispers of being cruel and mean. Yet he is not all of that, but a passionate devoted husband, so in fact he has put 6 healthy babes in her belly. She has yet to step foot back in King’s Landing, being perfectly content in summerhall with her husband Maekar.
THE HOTTEST!
Aerion adores his mama thank you very much and they have such a lovely life; her bright pink dragon given eggs for her children in hopes they hatch.
she was ever so sweet and shy at the beginning whilst Maekar was his moody self, but that only lasted days before he glowed in his wife to be's presence.
Mad King Aegon- Ormund Hightower comes to court
A guard enters the Queen's study where she was writing her correspondence to the representative for the faction that still fought for Rhaenyra, Lord Cregan Stark. She looked up as the guard said, "Lord Ormund Hightower to see you, Your Majesty."
Nora arched a brow in surprise. Her mother's cousin, Lord of Oldtown. She hadn't seen him since she was a girl and they journeyed to take Daella to Oldtown when she was young to stay there. He had fought and led the Hightower host in many victories in Aegon's name and she knew that though he was family, he was still a Hightower. Her mother's family ever seeking power and to rise.
"Let him in." Nora said calmly, putting the letter she was writing in her desk.
Lord Hightower entered dressed in the Hightower greens. He bowed his head and greeted her smoothly with a kiss to the hand. "Your Majesty. It long last we meet again." He said.
"Lord Hightower, how pleased we are to have you back at court." She replied. "The King and I are most grateful for your efforts in the war."
"Of course," He saw her gestured to sit so he sat across for her. "And where is His Majesty today? I would like to speak with my dear cousin's boy."
"The King." Nora corrected, "is resting. He wishes to remain undisturbed. His old injury from battle does act up from time to time and he often needs to rest."
"Rest, is it?" He hummed, watching her. The Queen never gave a thing away. He noted that though her appearance was all Targaryen, those Valyrian aristocratic features one could see from a mile away, that cunning she exuded was from her mother's side.
"Yes." Nora replied. "Well I'm sure whatever it is you'd like to discuss I can help. The King deputises me to act in his stead, when he cannot."
"Does he now?" Ormund glanced at the scattered letters on her desk. "How often does His Majesty attend the council?"
"Often enough." Nora countered. "Do you doubt my competence, my lord?"
"Oh hardly," Ormund's mouth quirked up in a charming smile. "Your grandsire often wrote to my father, and at times made mention of your wit and competence."
"I learnt much from him." She replied.
"Do let me know when the King is taking visitors again." Lord Ormund stood. "As much as my Queen's company is most refreshing, there are things I wish to discuss with the King." He kissed her hand in departure.
When he left, Nora huffed and called her guard back in.
"Yes, My Queen?" Her guard answered
"Remind the guards outside the King's apartments that none but myself or Prince Aemond are allowed in. And only my servants many attend him today, untilI say otherwise." Nora said. She was not ready for just anyone, even family, to see how precarious Aegon's condition was.
She would not let anything risk destabilising the peace she was building just as the war was ending.
Now that we're at Harrenhall, I can't stop thinking about Alys playing her mind tricks on Criston and Gwayne, only to realise that the woman that appears in Criston's memories and dreams is the same one appearing in Gwayne's
Criston's is first, and she doesn't know who the silver-haired woman in his mind is exactly, but she figures it must be a younger Rhaenyra. It’s all full of lusty gazes at the woman and then moments of kindness from the woman to the knight. She plays with his mind a little, manipulating his dreams so the woman strays closer to him, lingers longer, and even kisses him once. She can see the turmoil on Criston’s face each day and she knows it’s working.
It’s only when Alys begins to delve into Gwayne’s mind that she realises the full story. She sees Gwayne walking through the halls of Oldtown, arriving at a chamber, opening the door to a scene that she can tell is memorable to him. A woman sitting on a plush bed, comfortable and happy with a toddler-aged Daeron by her side, the pair playing with blocks and toys. When she turns to the door, calling for her husband, Alys almost explodes with glee upon realising that the woman isn’t the young princess Rhaenyra, but rather her sister and Gwayne’s wife. Oh, she’s grinning at the havoc that she can wreak with his newfound information.
She plays with Gwayne’s mind more, filling his nights with images of the young married couple playing with Daeron, helping him bond with Tessarion, and helping him with his studies. She fills Criston’s nights with made-up ideas of ‘what-if’s’, where the princess marries him instead and they live content in the free cities. She watches the two men grow more and more sleep-deprived, and more and more desiring of the woman that fills their dreams.
SO DELICIOUS !!
The idea of driving both of them so wild and mad.
Gwayne's homesickness becoming more apparent whilst Criston falls deeper into his fantasies
But also the thought of him being a targtower is too good. Bitter bratty boy who never claimed a dragon unlike his brother Aemond. Alicent gives him whatever he wants and he can do as he pleases, her hands are already full running the realm and dealing with Aegon.
As long as he desires Rhaenyra’s daughter over her sweet Helaena. He can do as he pleases with his bride and her dragon.
!!!!!!
ALL OF THIS!!
He would be such a brat and its the hottest thing ever !!! He's lucky he's cute and Rhaenyra's daughter has taken quite a shine to him.
Jace having his mother's colouring is so lovely as well ;)
Daemon taking Alicent down to the brothel instead of Rhaenyra and fucks her as revenge against Otto but she ends up getting pregnant
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
NSFW
“Shhh, I know..I know it's too good, but we can’t have anyone witnessing you being such a whore, can we?” His thicker fingers were pressed in Lady Alicent’s mouth; her drool already coating him just as her soaked pussy slicked his throbbing cock. “So fucking tight,” Daemon muttered in her ear as he watched the pretty pink flush come over her cheeks.
He pressed on her tongue with his fingers as the slaps of their bodies against each other echoed around them. If only she was a Targaryen, Daemon thought to himself as he pressed balls deep. Her body fit so perfectly against him as her sweet, gummy walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. The feel of her brought a dark smirk against his face.
Her sobs were muffled by his fingers but they were still music to his ears as he only quickened his thrusts. Daemon was never going to last long; not when she was this tight and the idea of being caught hummed in his mind. He bucked his hips again and again; pushing deeper and watched those doe eyes of hers only widened.
“Too much…” Alicent was breathless as she stared up at the rogue Prince; her delicate, smaller hand reaching for his chest as if she had the strength to push him away. Daemon only hummed as his smirk only grew at the sight of her struggling. Struggling with the sensation, with him; it was all so delicious, he thought to himself as he continued to ruin her completely.
Those sweet perky breasts of hers bounced as his larger hand moved to grope one of them; his thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple. Daemon was never one for much control and this time was no different as he leaned closer and his hot mouth took her breast in. He moaned against her as Alicent whimpered out; her sweet, gummy walls milking his cock with each brush of his tongue.
His thrusts quickened; his free hand moving to hike her leg up and with the new position, it only allowed him to push deeper. Her own leg hooked around his waist now; pulling him closer in an act only filled with instinct. Her body knew what she wanted even if her mind was screaming at how wrong it all was. How wrong he was.
“You take my cock so well. Are you sure this is your first time, hmm?” Daemon couldn’t help but taunt her some more. It was not enough to have her coming apart around him. The look in her eyes had his cock twitching as Alicent shook her head. “No…no please my prince..nobody…” She hiccuped her way through her reply as he made sure to thrust harshly with each word she spoke.
His hand stroked down her stomach before his fingers cruelly found her pretty, sensitive clit that had never been touched. Alicent jolted as he roughly rubbed at her; it only took a stroke or two before she clamped down on his cock. “Fuck that’s it…such a good whore.” Daemon muttered mostly to himself now as she squirted around his cock.
Her own climax did nothing to stop or even slow Daemon’s own movements. In fact, he fucked her harder as he chased his own release. He did not care if she enjoyed it now as his hold on her hips tightened. There would be marks there in the morning, the Prince was sure of it as he pressed deep and harsh; again and again.
Alicent could only gasp and squeal; words were lost to her as she grabbed onto Daemon. Her nails moved down his back as the slight marks of pain only spurred him on. “If I knew you were this good, I would have taken you sooner.” He whispered into ear; his lips brushing near hers but Daemon had never touched them - no, she was not a Targaryen, he had to keep reminding himself of.
It was only a handful more thrusts before his cum flooded her without care; he pressed deep and filled her up. Each rock of his hips had his cum leaking out of her and down his length. Alicent whimpered as she fought to catch her breath; her body shook as she reached to cup her messy, spasming pussy whilst Daemon could only chuckle.
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The memories of that evening continued to haunt Alicent; in both her dreams and waking hours for the moons that followed. And now the nightmare was reality, she thought to herself as her hand rested on her swollen stomach. Gods, what had she done? Those doe eyes of hers began to fill with unshed tears as she stared into space.
Her eyes fluttered towards the door that she knew only moments away would open as her maids would come to tend to her. Alicent’s mind only continued to race as she thought through her options and who would aid her. She had the coin to pay for moon tea, Alicent began to ramble on as she felt the walls close in on her.
Even as the maids did begin to move into the room; the three of them spoke as they circled the room but Alicent heard none of it. Time was running out, she could only pretend for a short while before it all became so noticeable. Her mind turned towards the rogue Prince but she was not so naive to believe he would help - not from the kindness in his heart, which did not truly exist, she thought to herself.
“Thank you,” Alicent whispered out more in habit than anything else as the silk blue dress was wrapped around herself. She instinctively began to rip at her nails as she fought against reaching for her stomach once more now there was an audience.
Only the Gods knew her fate now, Alicent thought to herself as the maid’s fingers brushed through her locks. A silent prayer moved through her mind as the soft glow of the morning moved through the curtains to greet her.
