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Part 1- Alicent 1
“I rather like this position.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
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“You believe everything he says, even when you know it is not the truth. He has you wrapped around his finger and you don’t see it.”
“I could say the same about you and Dameon.”
Their blood runs Strong
House Strong
"However, the youngest, Lenora stood out from the four."
"Her dark brown locks were wavy at best."
"Meanwhile, she was rather fair unlike her family, which contrasted with her pale blue dress."
Part 5- Rhaenyra 3
The Tourney of 120 AC, where Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen upon her return would find both allies, enemies, and a bride(s).
"A pale blue dress worn by a Strong, crimson red hair of a Tully, and a dark emerald green gem was worn by a Hightower."
What people think Luke and Aemond’s relationship is going to be like in my fic:
What Luke and Aemond’s relationship is actually going to be like in my fic:
Luke is 100% Aemond’s impulse control.
Daemon seeing a literal ten-year-old Aemond beat Ser Criston Cole, one of the best swordsmen in the realm and a member of the Queensguard, half to death with a wooden sword and pure rage:
This scene in my fanfic was lowkey funny.
Aesthetics of a chapter
Part 18- Rhaenyra 9
Skipping ahead with my aesthetics series but this is a new chapter and I'm really happy with the way it came out.
A Coronation of a Queen
An excerpt from my fic, featuring Alicent's rage:
“Of course, I am emotional my son lost an eye! And at least I am emotional. What have you done? You have stood there the entire time! You did not even once ask if your son was alright! If he was feeling any pain nor if he needed help! Nothing! Now as it turns out the owner of the knife was you! You gave it to Luke! You gave him the weapon that would blind our son and have done nothing! If it weren’t for you Aemond would still have his eye!”
Alicent Hightower of Oldtown
The First Queen
Lenora Strong of Harrenhal
The Second Queen
Dyanna Tully of Riverrun
The Third Queen
One of my favorite moments from my fic “A Targaryen Type of Madness” is Alicent meeting Vhagar face to face:
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.
“Mother, don’t be scared”, Aemond reassured. “Vhagar can carry us both.”
Alicent nervously approached the creature. The closer she got, the larger Vhagar became. Her hand was trembling as it went to grab the rope ladder attached to Vhagar.
“Lykiri, Vhagar, Lykiri”, Aemond said from above.
Alicent was confused as to why he was saying this until from the corner of her eye she saw Vhagar had turned her neck and was staring at her.
I love writing that giant grandma. The rest of the fic is on AO3
The Driftmark Chapter was honestly really fun to write:
She was pulled into her body when her eyes shifted to the steel dagger. The cool metal fit in her grasp perfectly as she charged toward the one who dared leave. The one who did this.
Luke screamed. It got everyone’s attention before she could take them by surprise.
She could hear Gwayne yell from somewhere in the back. “Alicent stop!”
Rhaenyra charged at her and held her back with one hand on her shoulder, while the other gripped her wrist, the dagger threatening damage should she fail.
Lenora hid Luke behind her and a protective arm over her other two sons. Dyanna tried to move closer but the knights stopped her from getting closer. Corlys and Rhaenys prioritized their granddaughters by attempting to shield them from the violence.
The chaos had begun. Everyone was screaming as the two women danced in a circle, a deadly knife between the two.
“Helaena!”
“Daeron!”
“My Prince get behind!”
“Get your brother!”
“Rhaena!”
“Baela!”
“Don’t get any closer!”
“My Queen be careful!”
“Good Gods someone get the knife away from her!”
“Rhaenyra!”
“Alicent!”
“Mother!”
Alicent ignored all the voices. She only glared at the one in front of her.
“Alicent put the dagger down”, Rhaenyra growled.
“Now is when you care? Now when I have to use a knife?”
“Alicent this is madness!”
Alicent bared her teeth. “For once in my life, I feel sane.”
Rest is on AO3
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)
Memes Based on my Fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" Part 3
Spoilers if you haven't read
Alicent *warns Rhaenyra that she could rage war and draw blood for her children* Rhaenyra *ignores her and makes a bad decision that impacts Alicent's children* Alicent *runs away with the intention of raging a war* Rhaenyra:
The Realm: The Hightowers are traitors!!!!!
The Hightowers’ genuine reaction:
Vhagar meeting Aemond for the first time:
How the kids see the consorts:
Otto when he found out Rhaenyra was in love with Alicent:
Lenora *close to breaking down in front of Syrax*: Syrax:
Rhaenyra: I love all my children equally Also Rhaenyra *gives Luke a precious family heirloom* Aemond literally six feet away:
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
My favorite moments/quotes from each part of “A Targaryen Type of Madness”
To Celebrate the New Year since I wrote this fic in February/March of 2023 and as my first published fic I’m showing quotes from every chapter
Rhaenyra scoffed. “You believe everything he says, even when you know it is not the truth. He has you wrapped around his finger and you don’t see it.” The princess sneered at her with the last remark.
Alicent’s face fell. Slowly, her gaze turned more hateful and her eyes glared at the girl.
“I could say the same about you and Dameon.” (Part 1)
It was her gender. She lost her mother because of her gender. She lost her choice to marry who she wanted because of her gender. She lost her throne in Westeros because of her gender. Now even across the Narrow Sea in Pentos, she could not weld a sword because of her gender. She wanted to curse the Gods. They had given her so much but always made it out of reach. They had created her to fail in all her endeavors and she hated them for it. (Part 2)
Rhaenyra was born into this world where men ruled. The players have always been who move the pawns. Her father and Daemon were the most powerful men in this game of thrones. To get her throne she will have to play and play she will. (Part 3)
As she softly tread the keep, she came upon a familiar door. She twisted the knob and walked inside. Her breath was taken away when her eyes landed on the Weirwood tree. Suddenly she was thrown into her girlhood, where she and Rhaneyra were friends. Memories flooded back of them giggling over gossip, sharing lemon cakes, and reading to each other. Alicent was a woman grown. She had been married and bore a child, her innocence was long gone. Yet, as she stood there in the Godswood, she almost felt it was possible to have happy and innocent dreams of a better future. (Part 4)
While she helped him, she noticed his gaze on her. A smile plastered on his peeling face.
“You’ve grown so tall. Taller than me”, he chuckled but it came out more like a ragged breath.
“You look so beautiful. Just like your mother”, his eyes wavered.
Rhaenyra’s mouth was dry and she did not attempt to speak. (Part 5)
He let out a sudden ragged breath. He pulled away. His eyes shifted down in the darkness where a dagger with a glowing gem rested in his heart.
His face warped into disbelief.
Rhaneyra’s face was cold. “After everything, you believed I would fall into your arms?” (Part 6)
“If your father had never fallen ill during your time away would you have… taken care of him yourself?”
Rhaenyra’s eyes turned cold. Her mouth fell into a deep frown. Silence suffocated the room. A warning hung in the air. Treason if it were said out loud. Still, Mysaria’s thin lips morphed into a sly smile.
“Very well, My Queen. Then we are lucky an illness got to him first.” (Part 7)
“She is a Tully in everything but name. He wants her to have that name, very much.” (Part 8)
I had a son in my previous marriage. He died when he was two. After him, I didn’t want any more children, I only wanted my son back. When they told me I was with child again, all I could think about was my son. I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want to have another child only for them to be taken away again. (Part 9)
“You play the role so perfectly a true actress of your craft, no matter what happens you are always a chess piece, moved from place to place by whoever gets their hands on your first. Your father and now Rhaenyra. If you are playing this game of thrones you are exceptional. I always thought you were, I assumed you were clever and cunning. But now I see you are just a fool who is played by those around you and you happen to be lucky that the ones controlling you are better players of the game.” (Part 10)
Then he spoke in a whisper, “Joffrey. Could you name him Joffrey? I thought if I ever had a son, I would have named him that. No child of mine is taking the name anytime soon. So would it be alright if you named him Joffrey?” (Part 11)
His stern expression didn’t waver. “The blood of the dragon runs thick, for every couple of decent Targaryens, there is always one that is wrong. Aegon was strong, Aenys was passive, Maegor was cruel, Jaehaerys was wise, and Viserys was peaceful. What will your wife be? For your sake, I hope she doesn’t finish the pattern.” (Part 12)
“They are my nephews, Cole and as a knight, I have a duty to protect royal blood.”
“Then it’s a good thing.”
“What?”
“That no royal blood was spilled today.”
Silence filled the training yard.
Harwin spoke in a hushed voice. “What did you say?”
Cole smiled mockingly. “The Queen likes to entertain many lords that come to visit does she not?”
Harwin stared at him. His eyes flashed for a moment.
“I hear she’s especially fond of Ser Laenor Velaryon”, Cole glanced at Lenora’s sons. “At least he was good for something.” (Part 13)
Alicent stared down at Mysaria with dark eyes. “Until victory comes on the back of a dragon, the Queen will watch over the kingdom for the time being.” (Part 14)
Seasmoke seemed distressed. He would shift uncomfortably against the chains holding him. He began making short but repetitive calls, all toward the tent. It all culminated in a harrowing screech. Rhaneyra and the men in the camp flinched at the high-pitched call. The dragon extended his neck as far as possible but he could not break free from them.
At that moment, Corlys exited the tent. His eyes seemed red and sunken. He held his sword with trembling hands.
Rhaenyra’s stomach dropped. The gray dragon lowered his head in despair, a wail rumbling out of his mouth.
Laenor Velayron was dead. (Part 15)
“I have lost my one and only son”, Corlys snapped. “In a war, he did not even wish to join. All to win the land you wanted. I, more than anyone here have followed my orders. You speak of sacrifice but I am the one losing everything. We could go over the lost ships, rations, supplies, men, and wealth I have sacrificed during these months for hours. But all of that is but a drop of rain to me. I lost my son. His life is something I can never replace. No matter how many drops of rain, it will never make up the sea that Laenor made up.” (Part 15 Continued)
“I wanted them dead. All of them not just the ones at the camp but all of them in the Stepstones. That is why I left. An objective that I succeeded in. I let Syrax have her share of fire and blood. After I killed them like the rats they were, we would have never had to worry about them again.” Rhaenyra then turned to Corlys. “Had you not run away like a coward with your tail in between your legs.” (Part 16)
Gwayne ceased his stroll. Slowly he looked over at her. “I think you should leave King’s Landing. You are not safe here, Alicent. Your children are not safe here. Father wants you to stay here and build your influence for House Hightower while training Aegon to be king. I don’t care about that, Father be damned. I heard you were in the small council when she screamed at them, I am worried that her anger will turn to you in time if this is the path she continues. You know what your wife did in the Stepstones. You know the cruelty she is capable of showing to those she sees as enemies. This is leaving out the fact that there are factions growing, two of which don’t want your children on the throne. Or that White Worm Mysaria who you told Father was dangerous if left to her own devices.”
He held her shoulders. “Alicent it is not worth the risk. King’s Landing is no longer safe. I’d rather earn father’s ire than a dead sister.” (Part 17)
Daemon shook his head. “You and I are similar but you clearly don’t know one vital lesson that I do, dear niece. Power is easy to grab, keeping it in your grasp is the difficult part. And your power is slipping from your fingers.” (Part 18)
This was what he had waited for. All his life. It was better than he could have dreamed.
Aemond screamed out into the empty sky his joy. Vhagar sensed her rider’s emotions and roared into the night.
Aemond covered his mouth in surprise but eventually started laughing.
He stroked Vhagar’s green scales. A beaming smile on his features. He had never known he would feel such a way. He had a bond with a dragon. Vhagar was now a part of him and he a part of her. Aemond was happy. Everything was right now. (Part 19)
“They will never see you the same. They will see you as a monster”, Rhaenyra said.
“I’m not the only monster here.” (Part 19 Continued)
“Well then let’s be perfectly straight with each other, you while in small part, orchestrated this whole plan to turn them against each other and now the boy has lost an eye. While it backfired marvelously, you now have another problem, the boy claimed Vhagar . That dragon has seen wars you could never imagine and will devour your dragon without much of a fight. You are the playing this game but he now has the biggest card on the table, what will you do about it?” (Part 20)
This was the creature that had killed her family. Yet, Lenora could not find malice behind the dragon’s eyes. She doubted there was a mean spirit in the dragon.
She glanced at the piece of glass. “I don’t blame you, Syrax”, she whispered.
The she-dragon tilted her head, likely unsure of what Lenora was speaking. (Part 21)
“That girl is dead. She died when she ripped from her blue gowns and forced to dress like a woman grown. She died when she was married to a man who did not love her. She died when her first child grew sick and never opened his eyes. I have been walking this Earth as a corpse since I was ten and five. Just when I thought I could not die any further, you stab my corpse even more. I can never stay dead. You reignite my hope every time then kill me again. When will you let me rest in my tomb?” (Part 22)
Aemond squeezed her hand, slightly. “I was visiting Vhagar. I didn’t ride her, just went to see her. I like to sit beside her and stay there.”
Dyanna rubbed his hand with her thumb.
“She’s my only friend”, he admitted. (Part 23)
“Otto Hightower did not work alone, he admitted as much when he said Hobert was aware of his proposal. I need you to bring the body back for burial. Once they see it, they’ll know of the warning it carries. We cut off the head of the snake but the body can still move after it is dead. I want you to remind them I can crush the rest of it if I wish.”
“And if they ask for his head?” Mysaria inquired.
“Tell them they can see it if they wish, on a spike above the Red Keep.” (Part 24)
Lenora walked to the window. She stared at the rain outside. “If we do this, there is no going back”, she said softly. “Succeed or fail, we will be seen as traitors to the realm.”
“I know”, Alicent said solemnly.
“You know the price traitors pay?” Lenora asked her.
“I do”, Alicent stated. (Part 25)
Rhaenyra gave a lopsided smile while lying on her lap. “I want to fly with you on dragonback, see the great wonders of the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”
She had once wanted to do that. Alicent dreamed of living that fantasy. Now she would do it, but not with Rhaenyra. (Part 25 Continued)
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. She had tried being the Queen of her dreams, now she would be the Queen they deserved. (Part 26)
Memes Based on my Fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" Part 4
Spoilers if you haven’t read
