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One thing I think is really important when it comes to understanding Daemon and Rhaenyra's relashionship is the fact that Daemon doesn't show his love through words, he does it through actions. Quite frankly I'm not sure he knows how to verbally express love. He can't support her emotionally, but he can still do other things for her.I think this is shown really well in season 1 episode 10 and season 2 episode 1.

When Rhaenyra learns of her father's death and the Green's usurpation of her throne, she goes into premature labor almost imediatly, so there is no time for her to start planning her bid for the Iron Throne. Daemon takes the liberty of starting to plan the beginings of the war, and in doing so leaves Rhaenyra to endure childbirth alone. There is a very memorable scene in which Daemon schemes with Rhaenyra's small council at the Painted Table, whilst Rhaenyra screams in the background, even calling out for him at one point. Daemon makes no move to go to her and simply continues to plan a war, at least until Jace informs him that Rhaenyra doesn't want anything done until she is able to join them. Even then he does not join her. He goes to threaten two members of the Kingsguard with Caraxes, so as to ascertain that they will remain loyal to Rhaenyra. Now, when I first watched this scene, I, and probably everyone else, assumed that Daemon was taking the opportunity provided by Rhaenyra's premature labor to seize control and have the war start on his terms. Rhaenyra also seems to believe this, as when Jace inquires about Daemon's wherabouts she says "Off planning his war." However, upon rewatching that episode, I think that think that Daemon refusing to attend Rhaenyra in her labors and instead planning a war for her, is actually his way of trying to help her. Daemon is thinking that, while he does not know how to comfort her, and hold her hand, and help her through childbirth, he does know a thing or two about war. In his mind, he's essentially saying something along the lines of "I cannot help you there, so let me remain here where I am of use to you," because, as I said above, Daemon expresses love through his actions, not his words. I think at least part of him wants to be there for Rhaenyra, but he just doesn't know what he can say or do that would help her, so he focuses on what he can do: getting the council together and starting to plan, so that when Rhaenyra comes back he can show her that he's done something of use.

Then, when the child is stillborn, Rhaenyra once again needs comfort and reassurance that Daemon just does not know how to give. There is a scene of them, standing in front of their daughter’s funeral pyre, and you can see him give her this very concerned look, and kind of glance over like he wants to say something, but he doesn't, because he just does not know what he's supposed to say. Then Ser Erryk (or maybe Arryk, I can never remember,) arrives with the crown, and Daemon is relieved because he might not be able to offer her kind words, but he can be the one to put that crown on her head. A gesture that is even more meaningful if you consider how much he wants that crown. By being the one to physically place the crown on her head, he is telling her "I'm sorry that I can't be there for you, but I love you and I will support you." Then they go back to the war council, and Rhaenyra is asking about their numbers, and Daemon is the first one to speak. He starts talking almost before Rhaenyra finishes asking, he seems almost eager (even though their numbers are nothing to be eager about,) because she's finally asking him for something he can give. This is his chance to show her that, even if he cannot be there for her emotionally, he can still do this. He can organize this war and help her win, and do damn good job of it. This is really how Daemon says "I love you."

Then fast forward to 2x01, and Luke is dead, and Rhaenyra once again needs a level of emotional support he's simply not equipped to give, only this time, there is nothing else he can do to help her. He tries to convince Rhaenys to fly to Kings Landing, but she refuses, so he can do nothing except sit around, helplessly, while Rhaenyra mourns. Then she comes back, and he tries to be supportive, by asking if she "found what she needed," but she doesn't answer him. Instead, she declares that she "wants Aemond Targaryen." In Daemon's mind, she has essentially told him that to comfort her, he must have Aemond killed. So he uses his contacts in the City Watch to arrange it. I think one of the reasons he gave Blood and Cheese such vague instructions as to what to do if they can't find Aemond, is because he needs something for Rhaenyra. He can't be helpless any more. (Note: I am in no way condoning Blood and Cheese, or saying that Daemon did the right thing. I am simply trying to understand him and his choices better. Please dont come after me.) But then it fails. Catastrophically. And not only has Daemon failed to help Rhaenyra, he has made things much worse.

So he goes to Harrenhal to get the support of the river lords. But, so far, he has achieved next to nothing. (Obviously he's been busy with the hauntings and home renovations.) But he will not admit to Rhaenyra that he's failing miserably, so he ignores her ravens and sends none of his own. (I don't believe any of the bullshit Ryan Condal is trying to spin about him betraying her.) Because he will not go back to Dragonstone empty handed. Because to Daemon, that would be like telling Rhaenyra he doesn't love her anymore.

Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Seven//Taylor Swift

At Least Ask - Jacaerys Targaryen/Velaryon

Jace x sister Fem!Reader

Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter Reader

Daemon Targaryen x daughter Reader

Warnings: normal G.O.T stuff

Word count: 630

Summary: Jace plan’s on asking his mother and Daemon if he can marry his 2 year younger sister Y/n.

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“Mother.” Jace spoke, peeking his head into her chambers, seeing his mother and Daemon inside. He was hoping they would be in their shared room, it would give them more privacy.

“Yes Jace?” Rhaenyra turned to face where her son was, she was curious as to what he could want to see them about.

“Can I speak to you?” he asked, Jace was nervous about what he wanted to discuss with them but he was determined.

“Always.” Rhaenyra nodded, gesturing for him to enter fully into the room. The mother and son took a seat on the bench seat in the middle of the room. Daemon stayed back but he was listening intently. “What did you want to speak with me about sweetheart?”

“I know I am of age to get married. And I would like to ask you to consider an option.” Jace took a deep breath before he spoke, gaining some much needed confidence.

“Go on.” She smiled a little at how grown up he had become, Rhaenyra spared a glance back at Daemon. The two shared a knowing smile.

“I would like you to consider a union between me and Y/n.” Jace said bravely, trying not to let his nerves show.

“Your sister?” Rhaenyra raised her brow’s in shock but kept a smile on her lips. It wasn’t uncommon for Targaryens and siblings in the family to get together.

“Yes.” He would firmly.

“Does she know you're asking us?” Daemon spoke up, a smile on his face as well which brought a level of comfort to Jace seeing them both smiling.

Jace shakes his head before explaining. “No. We’ve talked about it but she doesn’t believe you’ll say yes so she considers it a fantasy. One she doesn’t want her heartbroken over hoping it could happen. I, on the other hand, want to at least try and ask you.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a silent conversation with just one look before she turned back to Jace.

“We’ll think on it.” She promised squeezing his hand in assurance.

“Thank you. That’s all I ask.” Jace smiled before getting up and leaving their chambers, hoping they would think on it.

“What do you think?” Rhaenyra asked Daemon once Jace left.

Daemon walked over to his niece/wife and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“It is in tradition with our house. And they aren’t fully brother and sister either.” Daemon stated. Y/n didn’t share Ser Harwin Strong as a father like her brother Jacaerys and Lucerys. The main reason Rhaenyra and Daemon knew why she had the Targaryen hair was because of that.

If Jace and Y/n were to have children they would more than likely have the Targaryen hair color. With the gene in Jace and Y/n would only make it stronger.

“They don’t know that.” Rhaenyra turned her head to her uncle/husband.

“Of course they don’t. That would involve telling them that I snuck into the castle and we had a passionate night together that resulted in our lovely Y/n.” Daemon let out an amused laugh, smirking at the memory.

Rhaenyra turned in her seat to face him with a smile, reaching for his hand. “They don’t need to know. Besides, I do not think it would change anything. They love each other.”

“We’ve watched them grow close together over the years. He’d lay down his life for her. I couldn’t think of someone I trust her more with.” Daemon told her honestly, thinking about his little dragon with the Velaryon Strong boy.

“We’ll tell them that we accept his proposal in a few days.” She smiled up at Daemon, their decision and minds made up in agreement.

“They’ll both be ecstatic.” He stated smiling back.

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If Otto Hightower is not BRUTALLY murdered, I will riot

Some fanart for Rhaenyra! May make one for Alicent later since this came out better than I expected.

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rhaenyra almost fucked her uncle, then slept with criston, lied on the name of her mother to her step mother, gaslighted her dad into firing otto. queen shit right there.

Outfits I think young Rhaenyra Targaryen would wear:

More of what I think young Rhaenyra Targaryen would wear....

Outfits I think young Rhaenyra Targaryen would wear:

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♛ 𝑾𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵♛

✧˚.ℛℋ𝓐𝓔𝓝Ⴘℛ𝓐 𝓞ℱ ℋ𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓔 𝑇𝓐ℛ𝓖𝓐ℛႸ𝓔𝓝✧˚.

✧˖°. ✧˖°. ✧˖°. ✧˖°. ✧˖°.

♛.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ♛.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ♛.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ♛.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: @valyrianpoem

Unbent,unbowed,unbroken

Chapter 3

Aemond/ Aegon/ Jacaerys x fem! Targaryen! Martell! reader

Synopsis: Time flies by quickly, tensions rise in the court of King Viserys the second, his wife and daughter take opposing sides. (y/n) finds herself in the middle of the conflicts, as her marriage might change the tides of history.

Chapter one Chapter two Chapter four

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It has been three years since the lady (y/n) Martell has arrived in King’s Landing. Numerous letters have been shared between her father, step mother and her younger brother Quentyn. She described what life was like in the court of king Viserys and the queen Alicent.

In turn her father spoke of the life in Dorne, the birth of his son Mallor, the seventh sibling of the princess. Her father often spoke of marriage as it was one way of securing the family line and gain allies to the house Martell as well as keep yn safe in a foreign land.

The noble lady was approaching her tenth and fourth day of birth, the Queen and the sick king have decided to throw a celebration in the name of yn Martell.

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You knew what it meant to be a lady of such noble birth, half Dornish half Targaryen. Your own mother was betrothed to your father around the same age as you are now, and soon after the ceremony, she was with child.

The princess Rhaenyra took a liking to you, inviting you to join her strolls through the gardens, any meals that she ate with her sons as her husband the lord Laenor was somehow occupied. The dragon princess treated you like her own daughter that she never had. You studied with her sons as well as the children of queen Alicent, sharing more lessons with her daughter as most of the lessons were for men, not women. That was something you never experienced in Dorne, you studied the same subjects as your brother. You learned science, arithmetics, history, art and swordsmanship, but here in Kings landing it was different. You were not allowed to do certain things as a woman, or were frowned upon if you have done something unladylike. Loudly laughing, running, sharing your opinions on multiple topics but especially politics as that was the field for men, women were supposed to be dutiful wives and mothers. Nothing more than an objects which’s only job was to squeeze out heirs, tend to her husbands urges and repeat.

Things were not the same in your homeland, your step mother was a woman of science, your siblings raised the same way, not divided by gender.

Her grace Queen Alicent also treated you with fondness, as you were the best friend of her only daughter Haelena. Talking of the many insects that the princess took interest in, as well as embroidering together and going on walks in the gardens of the keep.

You were present during the birth of the twins Jahaerys and Jahaera, holding Helaena’s hand during her labours, as prince Aegon was occupied with a goblet in his hand. You were fond of the little children, and took care of them along with their mother.

Helaena was a sweet girl, completely different from her brothers, Aegon the drunk who almost always was in some brothel in flea bottom, and Aemond a rather quiet, cunning and talented swordsman, he was made fun of by his own brother and his nephews for lacking a dragon. You didn’t support their antics, it was rude and childish. So Aemond found some comfort in you, he would spend time with you in the library, talking of history and art, going on rides on horseback through the forests of kings landing, the activities and interests you shared were endless. He didn’t treat you as a frail object, nor did he dismiss your interests in science and the arts, he actually encouraged them. Studying together and exchanging theories was something you often found yourself doing with Aemond.

“My lady?” Your maid’s voice interrupted your scribbling on the gentle paper of the letter to your father.

“Yes, Talana?” You answered, putting down your quill and glancing at the woman.

“His highness the King has requested your presence” She spoke quietly, playing with the hem of her burgundy dress.

“Really?” You muttered, it wasn’t often you spent time with the King as his health was worsening by the day. But you enjoyed the talks you had with his grace, he spoke fondly of your mother and grandmother. Viserys found comfort in your presence, you worked with him on the Valyrian sculpture, and talked of the great civilization, but that was the only topic you were allowed to talk about with his grace. He was not interested in your other thoughts, dismissed your talk of the current political situation in the country, as well as conversation about his later children.

“Talana could you help me change?” You asked the servant girl and she nodded. She brought a black and emerald green dress, and helped you in it, she braided your hair in an updo adorned with a hairpin that held many onyx gemstones.

The Kingsguard escorted you to the kings solar, the heavy doors were opened by the guards stationed outside. You thanked the two men and gracefully stepped inside, you noticed that the King was sat in front of the crackling fire that warmed the stone quarters.

“Your grace?” You spoke gently moving next to the king, you held his hand as he jolted awake. Probably falling asleep waiting for you.

“Ah, my sweet (y/n)” He spoke breathlessly, you smiled in return and took a seat next to the king.

“You have asked to see me your grace.”

Viserys looked your way, his thinning hair, lack of arm and a tired look on his face made him seem as if he was on the verge of death, but you knew better as the King’s health was deteriorating for over ten years, but he still kept fighting. His disease was greatly hidden by the small council, but any fanatic of legends could match the symptoms of the ailing king to the curse of the iron throne.

“As you know your fourth and tenth celebration is coming, which makes you a woman now. Gael was your age when she wed Morion, a grand celebration it was. Grandmother was sad to see her only living daughter being wed and shipped to the south, but she knew it was for the best. An alliance with Dorne was desperately needed, and Gael sealed that treaty giving birth to you.” He spoke fondly of his cousin and you knew where this talk was going, you were to be wed.

“What a fine woman she was, kind, beautiful, compassionate, a bit naive but that made her even more endearing.” Viserys smiled at the memory of his cousin. “Now (y/n) it is your duty to continue to strengthen the house of the dragon.”

You nodded at his words caressing his hand gently. He coughed slightly, you jumped towards a goblet of wine to help him ease his throat. He gratefully took the drink and gulped it down.

“You will make a fine wife (y/n).” He mumbled when he stopped coughing. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the words of the king.

“Thank you, your grace. I just hope to share my life with a decent man.” You mumbled quietly suppressing your displeasure of the way you were perceived.

“Rhaenyra and I have been thinking of a possible match for you.” You smiled at the mention of her highness, this meant that your match wouldn’t be half bad, and you wouldn’t be shipped of to gods knows where.

“We think that Jace would make a fine husband.” He mumbled. “But the Queen proposed to wed you to Aemond.

You stayed silent, the thought of marrying either of them didn’t bring you any emotions, you cared for both of them. They were your good friends, but any fool could see that this was a power play. If you married Jacaerys you were a supporter of Rhaenyra as heir to the throne, and if you married Aemond you would stand being Aegon as king. That was not something you would like to see happen, Rhaenyra would be a much better monarch, but kings landing was the Queens domain, and you had to play right to not be shunned or worse. This was a game of life, death and the throne.

“Your children either with Jace or Aemond would become dragon riders, and serve loyally to Rhaenyra once she becomes queen.” He smiled at the thought of his beloved child.

What he missed to mention was if you married Jace, you would become queen once Rhaenyra has passed. Of course that would only happen if Jace would outlive his mother, and be crowned King, but you knew the realm would not stand for that and certainly the hand of the king lord Otto would oppose. The Hightowers and the Queens loyalists spread rumors that Rhaenyra’s sons were illegitimate, sired by the commander of the city watch ser Harwin of house Strong.

“I am honored that you think I’m worthy of marrying their highnesses.” You murmured to the sickly King, a fit of coughing interrupting his speech. “I should call a maester.” You announced standing up and walking back to the guards, your dress swaying behind you elegantly. That put your conversation of marriage to an end, your engagement is a state matter, and will be treated as such, meaning that a meeting of the small council will decide your fate. Men you do not know will decide your marriage, your fate for the “good” of the realm.

You wanted to scoff at that prospect, some puny lords shall decide whom to wed you to, not even your father has been alerted of the news. As his opinion did not matter much when the king was involved, his decision was the final one. But perhaps the King would not want to start war with the south over the mistreatment of the princes eldest daughter.

…

This was new information, you were to be married off. Either to Jacaerys, opposing the Queen and ignoring the rumors of illegitimacy. They did not know that the blood of the dragon ran thick, princess Rhaenys, the queen who never was had Baratheon blood, she had dark thick curls from her mother. That could easily explain the chestnut hair that Rhaenyra’s sons possessed.

And then again there was Aemond, betraying the Heirs trust. He was only the second son of King Viserys and his second wife Alicent Hightower, rather thin and half the size of his brother at birth but nonetheless ferocious. Bold, willful and hot tempered just like a true dragon. But that was his downfall a lack of steed that his brother and nephews possessed. He was bitter about the lack of a dragon, and the rage and humiliation bubbled inside him until one day it will explode.

The rift between the blacks and the greens were worsening by the day. Queen Alicent and princess Rhaenyra once best of friends, now enemies that could not stand each other. The King did not do much to fix the tensions rising in his court, more possible was the fact that he was oblivious to any happenings in kings landing.

The only reason that the princess Rhaenyra stayed at court was the Kings health, she knew that her father was weak and on the verge of death. When the King dies, the power rested in the person quicker to crown the new ruler. That could not be done if the crowned heir was hundreds of leagues away on dragon stone.

You understood politics and were rather clever, so the succession crisis was no strange matter to you. Even with your knowledge you were not sure of what to do. Turning to a trusted person such as your father for advice was the only thing on your mind at the moment. Maybe your father would have a wise word to say as to who would make a finer husband and a better ally.

“My lady Martell”

The voice of the prince Aegon, echoed through the stone hallway of the red keep. You stopped dead in your tracks and took a deep breath preparing for a unpleasant conversation with your cousin.

“My prince” You answered and turned around gently and curtsied before facing the white haired man. He was slightly slurring his words, probably to over indulgence in wine or other alcoholic beverage. He was often that way, drunk or suffering from morning fog, it depended on the hour of the day.

“You are growing more beautiful by the day” He murmured walking over to you with a slight limp, he draped one of his hands on the small of your back. “Tis a shame that my lowly dragon less brother will be the one to steal your virtue.”

You swallowed thickly at the sentence that left his lips, probably the Queen told him of her plan for you, to marry her favorite son. You knew of the lack of fondness between the brothers, the difference of personalities as well as their contrasting opinions have made it impossible for them to have a good relationship.

“Has her Grace told you so?” You answered with a bit of a bite in your tone, but not enough to startle the prince or insinuate any ill motives.

“Ah mother, she barely tells me anything.” Aegon murmured sadly “No, one of the maids that serve her told me over a passionate evening.”

You clenched your teeth at the mention of the mistreatment that the prince has put countless women through.

“Is that so? His grace my uncle proposed that I either marry your brother, or your nephew.” You answered smugly, taking Aegon by his arm.

“That bastard?” He sounded almost shocked. “Pardon my language my lady but Jace is no more than a son of a lowly knight, he is not fit as your husband.”

“You should watch what you say my prince, what you’re saying is treason. His highness Jacaerys is the son of the princess Rhaenyra and lord Laenor.” You said, your voice hard. Bastard or not he was the son of Rhaenyra, a dragon.

“Oh you don’t have to be so uptight with me princess, we both know he’s a bastard.” He mused, you stayed silent at that comment, preferring to hear what the prince has to say.

You have known Jacaerys for a long time now, he was just and bold as well as caring and protective of his family. He may have not been fathered by ser Laenor, but his mother was still Rhaenyra. The heir to the iron throne, Jace was the next in line of succession.

The brown haired teen was a great friend to you, you spent time together, learning, playing, dancing. So hearing Aegon insult his name did not sit right with you.

Aegon walked you to your room, not exchanging much words between. He was rather monologuing, not saying anything important or of value, rather talking of his daily life, like a diary. You curtsied gently to the prince, as was the custom, once he walked you to your chambers.

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The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower

Summary: The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Warning: Infidelity, kind of enemies to lovers

Words: 929

A/N: Rhaenyra sees Alicent in the green dress and realizes she doesn't want to fumble that bag; I wrote this at 1 in the morning someone please take my computer away

Rhaenyra fell silent when she saw her walk into the room. Her father became quiet when the doors opened. The air was sucked out of the feast. They all stared. Rhaenyra stared at her. The green gown was gorgeous. It was dark but brilliant enough to contrast against her skin. Her hair was done in such a way that it cascaded down her neck while also being held up by a lovely braid. She was beautiful. Alicent was beautiful.  

When she made her way up to their table, Rhaenyra felt her heart start beating when her brown eyes landed on her. 

Then she said it. “Congratulations stepdaughter. What a blessing this is for you.” Her voice was sweet but her eyes held disdain. 

Rhaenyra’s heart tightened in pain. Alicent took her seat beside Viserys and he continued his previous toast. But all Rhaenyra could think about was the young woman to her left. 

As her father, Viserys, ate the lords and ladies began to line up with partners. The music started and they danced. Rhaenyra was led by Laenor. Her cousin spun her around, a smile on his features. She followed his movements when they changed partners. Ser Harwin grinned while they danced. She laughed at one of his jests before they switched partners once more. As Harwin left, Rhaenyra caught a glance at Alicent. She was dancing with a cousin of hers. She politely smiled at him as he took her hand. 

Rhaenyra felt her jaw clench. She did nothing and continued to dance, her eyes never leaving Alicent’s silhouette. With careful steps, she got closer and closer to where Alicent was until the Hightower’s back was behind her. When it came time to switch, the princess spun away from her partner and stopped short before the queen. 

Alicent’s features hardened upon seeing her. “Stepdaughter.”

“May I have this dance, my Queen?” Rhaenyra asked with a honeyed tone.

Alicent said nothing but held her hand out. Rhaenyra took it. Alicent led her in the dance. However, Rhaenyra was upset to see her brown eyes planted themselves on anything that wasn’t her. 

Rhaenyra hated how she ignored her. “Don’t look so upset, my Queen. I am only getting married.” “A most grand day, stepdaughter,” Alicent said in a monotone voice.

“Given your enthusiasm, I’m glad we share the same sentiment.” Rhaenyra decided to be bold. She leaned close to the Queen’s ear and whispered: “, This wedding is a sham.”

Alicent’s eyes widened. Rhaenyra smirked at having gotten a reaction. 

“This is a wonderful match.” Alicent was caught off guard by the sound of her voice. “The Velaryons are very powerful and have good relations with the crown.”

Rhaenyra leaned close, this time near Alicent’s neck. “Everyone knows about Laenor. He has other preferences. The Velaryons are desperate for this match. They just want his blood to be on the throne through our children.”   

Rhaenyra sighed dramatically. “Everyone wants something. They all play their games to get what they want. Yet here I cannot get what I want.”

Alicent narrowed her eyes. “You had your chance to get what you wanted Rhaenyra…”

Rhaenyra grinned upon hearing Alicent drop the formal title and call her by her name. 

“Your father gave you the chance to pick any man in the Seven Kingdoms you wanted. You rejected them all.”

Rhaenyra’s hand that rested on Alicent’s back began to slide down. The princess smirked. “I didn’t want any of them. I still don’t. The one I want has already been taken from me.”

Alicent stared at her. Rhaenyra watched the realization of her words dawn on the Hightower. 

Rhaenyra’s hand stopped at Alicent’s waist. 

“What games are you playing?” Alicent asked.

“None. Say the command and I will do it.” “Do what?” “Fly away with you on dragonback.”

“Rhaenyra-”

The princess cupped the queen’s face with her free hand, her thumb lingering on her jaw. “Say the words and I will take you away across the Narrow Sea. We can take the babes with us. I will raise Aegon and Helaena as my own. Our lives will be what we make of them. Just say the words and I will do it.”

Alicent leaned close to her face. “How do I know what you say is true? How do I know you haven’t been lured by the call of the throne? Power is an enticing thing; would you really give it all up?”  

Rhaenyra’s eyes moved between Alicent’s lips and her eyes. “Would you?”

“I never wanted this. I never asked to be the queen. I would give it up in a heartbeat.”

“Then do it. Say the words, Alicent.”

Rhaenyra leaned close. The air was becoming thin and all she could smell was the fragrance Alicent wore. 

“Alicent…” Her breath was caught when a scream broke out.

Rhaenyra turned to see that something was happening near the doors where the guards were positioned. Alicent’s grip on her shoulders loosened. The Queen was beginning to pull away. 

Everyone was looking elsewhere. Rhaenyra adjusted her hand on Queen’s cheek and held the back of her neck. She pulled her. Rhaenyra tilted her head when their lips met. The princess sighed into the contact. She felt Alicent’s hands cup her face. The princess kept her grip on the other girl’s waist. As the commotion grew louder, she heard Laenor’s name being called in a panic. She pulled away. The queen stared at her with flushed cheeks and red lips.

Rhaenyra stared into the abyss of her eyes. “My offer still stands, issa perzys.”

Translation: Issa perzys= my fire

Your sons are injured and you’re serving the face card. I repeat your sons are injured and y’all are serving the face card????

My favourite thing is how my aunt describes Matt Smith in The House of The Dragon, is just. “He wasn’t acting like the Doctor.” “He was being very un-doctor like.” As if I don’t know he’s fucking his niece.

"I will never be a son"

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Everything happened only because she was a woman.

Only one word: DRAGONS