Affection Is A Remedy For Many A Problem

affection is a remedy for many a problem

continuation of a contended husband is no menace to the kingdom

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Aegon doesn't entirely change just because he feels loved and cared for, no. The trauma and lack of affection in his childhood still incites his drinking, but it's to a lesser degree. Still, it's not uncommon for his niece to wake to his slumbering frame reeking of cheap Flea Bottom ale, his late night antics with his sleazy friends having ended with the guards dragging his body into their shared chambers in the early morn. One would think she would be repulsed by such situations, and yet, Aegon often finds himself in the large tub with his wife washing his hair, her delicate hands bringing a soothing pressure to his waning headache. The Prince would be silent as a deep sense of shame settles over him, his expression settling into a grimace as he remembers the conversation that led him to Flea Bottom this time. His mother had been yelling at him for declaring his lack of desire for the throne - a desire that had never increased no matter the number of conversations they had. A sharp slap to his cheek before she sent him away from her chambers had been his final straw. He didn't remember much after that. Aegon is thankful that his sweet wife understands him, knowing he is trying to be better for her. She is always by his side.

The one thing that cheers him up the most is seeing his sweet little babies. The twins had come soon in the course of their marriage and though he'd been reluctant to become a father, there was soon nothing more important to him than caring for his children. He saw opportunities for redemption in them, and his wife was so good with them. She was motherly in a way that his own mother had never been, always coddling them and squeezing them tightly, praising them and laving them with affection. To see his own children loved so much healed something in Aegon. The married couple spend many hours together with the children in the nursery each day, playing with them and conversing. When the Twins had learnt of their mother's second pregnancy they had become even more excitable, always babbling to the babe and asking when their brother or sister would be born. As Jaehaera clings to her father and plays with his matching silver strands, Aegon can only look over at his wife and Jaehaerys as he presses his ear to her stomach, seeking to hear the babe. His heart swells at the realisation that he finally has a family that love him, and he who loves them more than anything in the world.

(I 100% believe half of Aegon's problems could be solved with a lot of love and affection)

Gwayne Hightower corrupting his sweet Targaryen niece!

His young niece is sent to Oldtown with her younger brother Daeron, much to Gwayne’s delight.

Though she’s a Targaryen, she looks so much like her mother and Gwayne is simply infatuated with her. His niece was Helaena’s twin, the girl much more lucid and rooted in the earth than her sister.

Gwayne who takes her under his wing, allowing the pair to form a strong bond as she learns more about Oldtown and the history of the Hightower’s.

Gwayne watches as his sweet niece seems to grow even more beautiful as she’s older. He notices the attention she draws and the leering gazes men level at her. It makes something in his chest burn.

His niece was expected to return to Kings Landing when she became of age, and yet the time has passed and her mother and father have not sent for her yet. Gwayne comforts his sweet niece though he’s secretly happy and enjoying her presence remaining longer.

Gwayne finds it more and more difficult to resist his niece as she clings to him more in her sadness, his body growing warm at the idea of taking her for himself. He reasons with himself: if her mother married her other daughter to her full-blooded brother then surely an uncle is a less egregious pairing. Gwayne’s been influenced too much by the Targaryen views at this point.

Gwayne seizes the opportunity to corrupt his niece once and for all when she cries desperately in her arms. She’s sobbing about how no man will ever want her as a wife if she never returns to the capital, how her family do not love her, how her mother sent away.

He’s taking her teary face in his hands softly, brushing her hair back from her face as he looks into her wide eyes. The heavy kiss he places on her lips has her momentarily shocked before she tentatively responds. Gwayne’s slowly guiding her lips in the way he likes, revelling in the feeling as her fingers begin threading through his hair.

Gwayne doesn’t fuck her straight away, no, he waits and waits until his niece is so dependant on him, hanging off his every word. She’s visiting the sept with him each day, dining with him and letting him kiss her as much as he wants.

But once he does, there is no one in the world that he would let take her away from him. He would show Otto the bloodied sheets from their coupling and watch his face fall in horror, disgusted at the sullying of a proper Targaryen princess. Otto didn’t think he had it in him, not to do something so vile.

Gwayne gets his way and soon his pretty little niece is standing in front of him in the Sept at Oldtown, exchanging vows with him.

Alicent is beside herself. Her sweet daughter corrupted and defiled by her own uncle, someone she trusted her with.

Gwayne and his new wife are the picture of marital bliss, always giggling and mumbling to each other. The maids in the keep at Oldtown are always giggling as they walk past their chambers; the gasps and groans escaping enough to make a grown man blush.

Gwayne fucks his wife good. I said it. He’s a munch too and 100% makes his wife cum at least once before getting into the main action. He’s got his niece wrapped around his finger and anytime he wants her, he has her.

It’s no surprise when the Red Keep receives a raven announcing the pregnancy of the Targaryen princess, a babe expected no more than 9 months after their wedding (they got down to business right away!).

(Aegon’s giggling at the rage colouring his mothers expression. He loves seeing her so unsettled and makes a note to tease her AS MUCH as possible.)

Cregan Stark is a man that eats his wife out like it’s his last meal. He wishes to die smothered inside his wife’s sweet cunt and lap at her folds until his last breath. A stern Lord who simply wishes to bring pleasure to his wife at all times, whenever and wherever possible. He didn’t think he’d like it at first, and then he witnessed just how sweetly his girl reacted to his tongue. Her hips rolling against his face, her thighs clenching around his head and she squeezes the life out of him. He’d especially love when he feels the sharp stinging sensation of his hair being pulled. Each tug on the strands pushes him further into her cunt, laving away uncontrollably. For Cregan literally the sloppier and messier the better. Cregan probably gets so lost in the act that even once his wife cums on his tongue he’s still going, only stopping as he feels hands pushing harshly at his skull. He’s made his precious girl so oversensitive that with every exhale of his hot breath, she’s flinching away from his mouth. Cregan just smiles, pleased at his efforts. His wife never complains either, instead, quite the opposite.

victory is sweet for a tormented prince

MDNI, 18+!

aemond finally taking what he believes to be rightfully his after he burns aegon, fucking his wife in front of the burned king.

they’ll need an heir now that his cock is burnt, aemond says. it’s not like he’s spent forever lusting over his brothers wife as she bore him children and stood by his side. a noblewoman should not be left unattended too, in all matters of marriage, he declares as he thrusts harshly into the queen.

aegon can only stare wide-eyed and grimace as his brother takes yet another thing from him. he makes eye contact with his sweet wife and gazes upon her teary eyes, only to watch aemond pull her body back into his chest, drawing her gaze to his own.

aemond sends a triumphant smile to his brother as he empties himself inside his good-sisters sweet cunt, whispering into the queen’s ear that she may return to her crippled husband’s side. the prince regent leaves the king’s chambers with a self-assured swagger and a feeling of vindication settling in his bones. he would get everything he deserved and he will start with the iron throne, and then he will take the pretty queen for himself.

Gwayne and his camp bride!

Just think of the gossip that would stretch across Westeros at the news of the young princess marrying Gwayne Hightower, not to mention the rumours of her being with child. Merely speculation said the crown, and as long as her bump was hidden under her close gowns, then speculation was all it would be.

The pair were married in the Sept at Oldtown in front of all the clergy, and soon, Gwayne was walking around with his pretty Velaryon wife on his arm. She’s always by his side or hiding in their chambers, Gwayne’s hands lingering on her lower back as they stand.

When her bump starts to show, Gwayne tells his court that the Maester believes it to be twins. There’s no other explanation for the size of her bump so soon after their wedding. She’s always so exhausted too, napping wherever she can and taking hot baths each night.

I have this idea that the married ladies of Oldtown wear head coverings like those of Lady Frey. Something like this: https://pin.it/1KM9soIhO. Gwayne loves to see her so proper and stately, but he loves even more to take her veil off each night and play with her hair. Imagine it’s how a member of team black sees her when they try and rescue her, dressed impeccably in a velvety green gown and a silk veil - the very image of a reverent Hightower, her newborn babe clutched to her chest as she stares at the familiar face in shock (and fear)…

!!!!!!!!

Oh the idea of her being dressed like this; Gwayne adores seeing her like this as she walks around the gardens.

She can only compliment Oldtown; its so fresh and clean.

Her eyes are so wide as she recognises the person before her and all the Princess can do is clutch her babe tighter. "Princess..."

She began to look around as her heart pounded in her ear

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/760672391139590144/imagine-gwaynes-camp-bride-being-rhaenyra-and

Oh this is DIABOLICAL!!!

God, imagine if the girl wasn’t aware of Criston being her father though! She’s so scared of him, thinking he wishes to hurt her or kill her. At a surface level, Criston dislikes her because of her mother and her misdeeds, but deep down, he longs to bond with her and build his family.

It fills Gwayne with so much glee to see Criston notice her growing bump for the first time. The Lord Hand would be a grandfather and yet he was still denied even that. He can’t say anything to his sweet daughter lest Gwayne expose his affair with Alicent, and now that the girl clings to the Hightower, he doubts she would even believe him. He settles for starting small conversations with her as they eat, her smile growing as she speaks to someone other than Gwayne.

Rhaenyra would be thinking all was well until she got that letter from Oldtown, finally realising just how much she had misjudged both Criston and Gwayne. She wasn’t told that her daughter had begun writing letters to Criston, or that Gwayne had begun organising the Septon for his wedding to the princess - his camp bride would now be his proper bride in the eyes of the Seven, and no one could stop him.

YES !!!!!!!!!

Oh Rhaenyra really had no idea what was going on.

The Lord Hand would be a grandfather and yet he was still denied even that. Oh Gwayne is so mean and we are here for it !

The poor wife is just following her husband to be now; soon a babe will be in her arms