Aegon The Third And Jaehaera Headcanons

Aegon the Third and Jaehaera Headcanons

🚩Some Angst🚩

Nothing happened on their wedding night. Aegon cried after everything that happened and Jaehaera stared blankly off into space

When they found out Jaehaera was with child she was fine and relatively unsurprised, he was terrified (pacing, nausea, hyperventilating, "will I be a good father????", etc)

Aegon cried tears of joy when he was handed his first child, Daeron, and Jaehaera smiled for the first time in years

Many are confused by their relationship as it is known that Aegon visits Jaehaera often but in public, they are very distant, this is just because neither likes public affection

Whenever their children have nightmares, they sleep in bed with Aegon and Jaehaera

Aegon knows when Jaehaera is upset because she "shuts down" and disassociates. He is one of the few who can tell and tries to bring her back by gently reminding her where they are

Similarly, Jaehaera is one of the few who can calm down Aegon when he has panic attacks. She always takes him away from others because of how he must be seen as a strong king. Her husband is left frustrated by these episodes but she reminds him that he's still just a man who mourns like everyone else

Aegon and Jaehaera very rarely talk about the war and what happened to them during that time. However, they are open with each other about what happened in that period. Aegon knows about her fear of ratcatchers, and Jaehaera knows about his fear of dragons. They both support the other and never cast blame

Aegon and Jaehaera frequent the weirwood in the Red Keep whenever they want to spend time together alone, additionally, they go to the Kingswood but they bring their children along on these particular trips

Aegon ordered that Jaehaera be made silver and golden hair accessories that look like butterflies because she is fond of them

Jaehaera likes to read beside Aegon even if he is not reading with her, she enjoys going into his office and sitting beside him with her book while he reads matters of the realm

Aegon loves Jaehaera's laugh and because of how rare it is, he savors hearing it

Jaehaera tends to reach out to Aegon with her hands more than words and her finger often wanders to intertwine with his

Aegon and Jaehaera realized they loved each other in different ways. Aegon realized it after he noticed Jaehaera did small things for him and eventually began to feel his heart beating faster around her. Jaehaera realized it when Aegon would spend hours of his time with her even when she never spoke and eventually wanted to go out of her way to be around him.

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)

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)

Rhaena Targaryen marrying a Hightower must have had Daemon screaming

Memes based on my fic “A Targaryen Type of Madness” Part 1

This kid went on to haunt this grown man for years and lived rent-free in his mind after destroying his career

Also that is definitely Criston's POV of Aemond

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