Howl's Moving Castle Rhaenicent AU

Howl's Moving Castle Rhaenicent AU

The woman was there briefly for seconds, her arm reached out as she yelled out to find her in the future. She was only there for the quickest of moments, but Rhaenyra never forgot her face or her words. While in a small town one day, she saw her again. Rhaenyra smirked. She'd found her.

I think of these two quotes too often and the implication of searching for someone you only met once but know will become important in your life. I swear I'm so normal about this

Parallels in "A Targaryen Type of Madness"

🚩Spoilers for my fic🚩 “I will be a good ruler.” (Part 1)

She had tried being the Queen of her dreams, now she would be the Queen they deserved. (Part 29)

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Rhaenyra’s gloved hands gripped the reins, her knuckles likely turning white at the action. She withdrew a shaky breath. Then the princess screamed. Her dragon, feeling her rage, roared at the moon. She continued to scream until her throat felt sore. Syrax stopped soon after. (Part 2)

The tears stopped flowing from her eyes and were left red in their wake. Her hair was disheveled. While her dress was wrinkled and dirtied. She gritted her teeth and screamed. Rage and betrayal filled her being. She collapsed on her knees still screaming out.

Somewhere in the distance, Syrax roared. The dragon feeling her rider’s anger as well. (Part 29)

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“I go where you go, Princess-” His eyes widened as his mouth gaped open. “Forgive me, My Queen, I get the titles mixed over time.”

Rhaenyra’s smile only grew as she held back a laugh. “I forgive you, Ser Robb. You’ve been in my service for many years and knew me when I was the princess. You don’t ever need to apologize to me for such as small thing. It is forgiven, always.” (Part 15)

He shuffled where he stood. His eyes finally saw hers. She saw them wavering unusually. He seemed confused when he saw her.

“Princess Rhaenyra….”

His knees then gave out. He collapsed on the sand with a dull thud .

Rhaenyra threw herself on the ground and cradled his head. “Ser Robb. Ser Robb.”

His eyes were open but nothing was behind them. No soul was left. (Part 15 Continued)

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She stroked the ring on her left hand. The band was gold with a brown stone in the middle. She had it made after her son was born. The colors of House Bracken were a tribute to his father’s family and the ones her husband wore with pride. (Part 4)

Alicent leaned back against her seat rubbing the newest ring on her finger. It was settled on her left hand with a pale white gem. She had it made when Aegon was two months. Now it would rest close to his older brother’s ring. (Part 10)

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In her dreams, Rhaenyra saw dragons flying in the sky. It was more dragons than she had ever seen together in her life. Their brilliant colors contrasted against the deep blue sky. Both massive and tiny, they circled each other in a dance. The dragons roared into the heavens all at once. Flames of different hues tinted the air. Red, blue, and green. (Part 5)

Helaena swallowed. “Spools of red, spools of black are woven. Six suns will pass, before the dragons’ dance above the stone. Dragons of bronze, dragons of silver, dragons of smoke, dragons of death, dragons of sheep, dragons of grey, and dragons of blood. They too will join us for a dance.” (Part 28)

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“I could never forgive you. Not when you abandoned me.” (Part 6)

Yet, this is how they repay her. They all abandoned her. (Part 29)

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“Aemond! Look what Mother just gave me!” Luke exclaimed...“Yes. Mother said it's been passed down from Targaryen to Targaryen over the century. She told me it was given to great warriors of each generation.”

Aemond stared at the heirloom. Great warriors? But he was the best one in their training. He was the one who studied under Criston Cole for a while, then Harwin Strong, and most recently his guard Brynden Storm. He was the one who stayed after training ended to continue practicing. He was the only one who was even passionate about the sword, not his brothers. (Part 19)

“Is that…” Alicent drifted off.

“Dark Sister?” Aemond asked.

“I thought since Rhaenyra already had Blackfyre, she wouldn’t mind if I took this one.” Dyanna smirked.

Aemond slowly picked up the blade. With a quick motion, he slid the Valyrian sword out of its sheath. He stared at it with excitement in his eye. It had a black grip with gold on the end of the grip and the sides. The gold turned upward in the form of a flame and a red gem decorated the middle. It was long. In Alicent’s mind far too big for a child. But Aemond didn’t hold it like a child. His hands seemed to know how to carry it and wield the longsword. (Part 28)

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In front of him, slept a curled-up Vhagar. With the light, he could see the colossal dragon. She was as big as a small castle and her wings would easily be greater than that. Her scales were green and decorated with countless scars and wounds from battles she had seen in her youth. Though her skin seemed to flake in certain areas it only demonstrated her vast age. Her mouth was massive and he imagined how easy it was for her to devour an entire horse without swallowing. Her upper lip was slightly raised, presenting her deadly teeth. Rows and rows were lined inside her mouth with each appearing sharper than a Valyrian blade.

Aemond stared in awe. She was the most majestic dragon he had ever seen. (Part 19)

Alicent turned to the massive dragon. Her scales seemed to be decaying and she wore scars all over her body. Her eyes seemed as though they had no pupil, just a yellow abyss. Her teeth were long and went along the entirety of her huge mouth. (Part 28)

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“I can go next”, Aemond suddenly declared.

Criston looked at the younger boy. “Very well, Prince Aemond.”

“But no mannequin. I want to fight you”, Aemond said. (Part 18)

“Do you even know how to use that?” Criston asked.

“Come closer and you’ll find out”, Aemond warned.

“This isn’t training, boy.”

“Good.” (Part 28)

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“I’m sorry I couldn’t warn you.”

“You couldn’t have known Helaena.”

Her pale eyes shifted nervously. “I did. I did but I can’t…”, the girl gestured with her hands vaguely. “Articulate it in a way that people can understand.”

Lenora stared at her. “What do you mean Helaena?”

“No one understands..” (Part 21)

“Have you had any dreams?” Lenora asked.

The pupils in Helaena’s lilac eyes dilated. Her lip quivered. “You know?”

“I do.”

…Helaena smiled gently. “Thank you for listening.” (Part 28)

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Good Luck Charlie AU Rhaenicent

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two moms and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future.

For the Disney Channel fans. Also, Aegon is 100% PJ, and Jace is confused as to why Luke has a weird beef with their older neighbor

A Targaryen Type of Madness

What if there was something dark within Rhaenyra Targaryen? What if the darkness was brewing waiting for something to trigger its release? She would become known as the Mad Queen, but what led to her eventual snap?

I’ve been writing this story for months and finally finished Part 1. Part Two: The Madness of Dragons will be the last part and will feature the Dance of the Dragons. Putting it here in case anyone is curious to read the finished part or just to have context for most of my posts lol

A Small Piece I wrote

It had been more than a couple of years into their marriage. Jaehaera had given birth to their third child, a girl that she named Daena. "Do you love me?" Jaehaera had asked him. This caught him off guard. Whatever he had been thinking of was long gone. “What?” He said like a fool. “We’ve been married now for ten and two years. I’ve already given you two sons, your future heirs. Yet, you still accompany me wherever I go, you still invite me to your small council meetings, you still choose to eat with me, and you still choose to visit me…in the night.” A soft blushing crept onto his face. “Yes. I do.” “Why?” Aegon stared at his wife. He assumed it was obvious. Viserys was right, he was terrible with emotions. “Do you love me?” “I do.” He nodded. Jaehaera watched him, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her pale eyes observed him with thin lips, not curved neither upward nor downward. Her face was neutral in every sense of the word. “Oh.” Was all she said. Aegon stood there. Waiting. A minute of silence went by. “Is that it?” He inquired. “You wanted to know if I loved you? But you haven't said how you feel. Do you love me?” Her eyes widened slightly. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting the question. She opened her soft lips. “I do.” “When did you realize it?” He felt like a child asking but then again they were both children when they married. “Years ago. And you?” For a moment he allowed himself to smile. “Years ago.” He lowered his eyes in shame. “Why did we allow ourselves to live without ever speaking of these things? We are husband and wife after all.” Jaehaera took his hands in hers. “Because you and I are not like others. We don’t need to speak to understand each other, we love each other in silence. Our love doesn’t have to be a great song of passion and fury. We can have our quiet, gentle love all to ourselves. That’s how I prefer it anyway.” Aegon intertwined their fingers as he leaned in and kissed his Queen.

She would 100% ask him if he would still love her if she was a worm. Also, I wrote this at 1 AM