My dear author, you have every right to write what/how you feel comfortable. It's okay if you don't describe the reader (I particularly LOVE reader neutral, it's easier to insert yourself into the story and imagine it however I want) So please don't feel pressured and do what you think is best, I'm sure it will be great . Wish you stay well ♥️♥️♥️♥️🌸🌸🌸🌸
Hello Anon, Thank you for your message, (I’m glad you like the neutral reader ),
I don’t feel any pressure in particular, it’s just that with the lack of sleep (a lot of hours) and having been to see what was happening in other fandom, I lost my feet.
There are stories on them that are crazy. As much in the fandom of hotd there is the "war" between the green team and the black team. But in other fandom it’s stratospheric limit. And when I see their fandom it’s very often related to Disney (thanks to the recommendation of Tumblr and other sites), I saw people insulting other people who wanted to write or read on the fandom without specifying the origin of the reader That puts me on my ass.
I’ll stay away from fandom i'm not in, away from Disney and other licenses. I only stay on Hotd, where you and other lovely Anon and not unknown, are just lovely.
Sorry for this long answer, I might change it (shorten) if necessary.
I wish you a very good day or night.
Earenwen🌿
Ps : English is not my birth tongue
(I have made some modifications in the imagine)
Imagine a modern AU, where the characters from game of throne, house of the dragon and a song of ice and fire, are just nerd. Where the events of got/hotd/asoiaf are legend or myth.
The skulls of the dragons haved been found, where there is a museum with them in it.
Some are more or less well know in the geek universe and the reader have developed a crush on one of them? Or even multiple of them.
As other character would have been in more artistic, they paint, sculpt and all.
Others are in business, etc...
Reader have just seen them once from far, and she/he/they (the reader) know that this crush is not logical, that she/he/they will never meet one or multiple of them. She/he/they repeat in their mind that this will never happen.
I can imagine reader having a huge crush over Daemon, (he's some kind of ceo, and have a huge community on social media) she/he/they have seen on his social media a lot of his content with woman/men's who don't look like the reader, When reader will find the courage to go to a meet up to meet him, she/he/they will see that Daemon is in a relationship with this superbe woman/men who look like Rhaenyra/male Rhaenyra. So reader just walk away before been see. Her/his/their heart would beat as fast then after running for a marathon.
For Maegor (know for his fighting post on social media) and Aegon II it would be like for Daemon but the two of them are well know to f*ck with their "fans" and reader who is just shy, have put their best outfits and are just laughed away, no difference if she/he/they are fit or on the chubby/plus size side.
Jacaerys, Baelon, Gwayne, Harwin, John Snow and Aegon I would feel awkward when meeting with reader, and try to calm her/him/them, and be kind in their reject.
Daenerys and Laenor who would not be into the gender of the reader.
Rhaenyra who would be in a relationship with Harwin. (Yes with Harwin)
The social media who would not help the crush as reader would see content from the character pop when she/he/they connect.
And so much more possibility
If you have read until there, thank you.
It would be great to have a little comment even a anonymous about what you think about this imagine what you would add to it, it could be little or not well write it's okay, just to have a little of interraction,
If you don't that right too,
I wish you a good day before begining to write the Daemon x wife reader fanfiction
Earenwen🌸
My cat may love the fabric too much 😅
Alicent Cosplay
Hi there,
I know I said I would only come to post fanfiction but, a few weeks ago I was talking about a possible cosplay of Alicent.
And I bought a large part of the fabric, embroidery thread that I didn’t already have, bias for the sleeves that will be embroidered to give a golden side and avoid the "plastic" side of the golden bias that I could see (for the cheapest).
(i will maybe paint or emroidered the pattern of the main dress)
I don’t know if that tells you that I post how cosplay goes here or if I post it on Instagram or Tiktok (if I can get started)
So if you’re interested, tell me
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem reader
Summary: Aemond doesn’t seem to like this new dress... or does he like it?
Warning: Daddy’s kink, teasing
Note from the author: this is in modern AU, hopefully you will like it. About the dress wearing, by the reader, everyone is allowed to wear it, no matter if you are slim or chubby/plus size/fat. As long as you think you’re beautiful, that’s the most important thing. Love yourself.
---
It was to be a peacefull night, at the opening of a new art gallery sponsored by the Targaryen family. Aemond was choiced as part of the family who were to attend, at least Aegon had not been invited, and Rhaenyra and her children were on another continent on a diplomatic trip.
Aemond sat in one of the lounge chairs. He had been waiting for 30 minutes for his fiancé to be prepared to leave. If at first he thought it was normal, the more he waited, the more annoyed he became. He was tapping the edge of the armrest with his long fingers, his back against the back of the chair.
When he heard the sound of the heels in contact with the wood of the staircase, Aemond turned his head towards the said staircase.
His pupil are dilated when he saw her. Y/n was dressed in a dress that highlighted and valued her forms, The color chosen, was perfect. The eye of Aemond, going up and down along her body, linger on her feet, slowly climbing up along her legs, trying to find the bottom of her robe. Dress that became smaller and smaller to his taste. It was a mini dress she wore, one that stopped just after the buttocks. Leaving visible the thighs that Aemond loved to grab. Continuing to look along her body, he lingered at the level of the edge of the dress, at her breast, which was found to be dipping, too dipping for his taste. In contradiction the makeup of Y/n was that of all days, just a touch of more pronounced khôl.
"Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?"
"What? Don’t you like it?"
"Yes... no!." Aemond was frustrated.
"Would you rather I be on your arm dressing in a garbage bag?"
"No, of course not, but I don’t want you to dress like..."
"Like what?"
"You know it very well."
"Aemond." The tone of your voice left no option for Aemond.
"A whore"
"So for you I’m a prostitute, if I’m dressed like that?"
"No, of course not, but you’re my good girl."
"Oh... so... Daddy think that I’m a bad girl?..."
Aemond let out a rumble from the back of his throat. This rumble made Y/n, clenching her thighs against each other.
"A very, very bad girl." Aemond moved one hand in his direction before moving his index finger. "
Y/n walked towards Aemond, her heels clanging against the rough wooden floor. The edge of her dress rose slightly after a few steps, leaving Aemond with the vision of the lace undergarment. Another rumble escaped him.
"On your knees."
Y/n knelt between her fiancé’s legs. Like the good girl she was. She did not move, raising her head to look at Aemond. He placed one of his hands against her cheek, stroking it gently before moving his thumb against her lips, she opened her mouth slightly, allowing it to run around with his thumb going in the inside of her lower lip and the top of her teeth.
"Your a bad girl. And you know what’s happening to the bad girl."
Y/n shudder at his words, oh she knew what he was talking about, the bad girls were not allowed to cum until daddy said so. When he pushed his thumb more into her mouth, she licked and sucked him, while looking at his eye.
"Stand up" He patted one of his thighs. "Sit down."
Y/n did as he said, her legs becoming weak, her underwear becoming soaked by her anticipation. When she sat down, her dress rose above her buttocks; Aemond did not touch her.
"Look at all the mess you made."
"I’m sorry daddy..." Aemond smirked softly.
"You’re gonna do daddy's order."
"Yes, daddy..."
She did not move, itching to be again being called a good girl.
"Move, slowly." His words were slow. Measured.
Y/n began to move her hips, rubbing against Aemond’s thigh. Slowly a thin wet layer settled against the fabric of the pants. She began to moan softly. While placing her hands against Aemond’s shoulders. After a few minutes, her slow comes and goes movements became not enough for her and Aemond knew that.
"You can do it, good girls are obedient."
"D... daddy..."
"Are you a good girl?"
"Yes... yes I’m a good girl... y... your good girl..."
"Hm... I’m not sure about that."
Y/n Groans of frustration and pleasure. This evening was going to be long. Very long. It was confirmed when Aemond stood up and prevented him from reaching her orgasm. He walked towards their room.
"We better get changed. We’re already way late."
"B... but..."
"You’re going to be a good girl, right. And if you’re good enough, I’ll see if you deserve daddy’s cock."
There was this glow in his violet eye, this glow that made it clear that the night would be very long.
Request Aemond Targaryen x chubby reader
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x chubby female reader
Abstract : Just Aemond being smitten by his futur wife
Disclaimer: this is the first time I write for Aemond so he can be a litle out of character. ( I’m watching House of the dragon again, so if I write for Aemond again, I’d probably write more easily) and English is not my mother tongue.
Aemond had always lived in the shadow, the shadow of the Tragaryen family and the shadow of his brother who would ascend the throne. He liked to think that it would satisfy him throughout his life. Although he found that Aegon would not make a good king, he would never be even if he forced himself.
Aemond always felt the most Targaryen, having had to fight harder than Aegon to whom everything was already due. He rode Vhaegar the greatest dragon living in Westeros, learned High Valyrian and so many other things.
He did not think that something could be missing, something so simple and complex at the same time. Once he became an adult, he understood it.
As the state of health of Viserys deteriorated and succession approached, the weight of alliances was to be tested, alliances led by force were not the most enduring, but those of more solemn unions lasted longer.
Missives had been sent to the noble and less noble houses furthest from the capital, those which had through the houses more important view imposed the choice of Rhaenyra as their queen. In his messages, he talked about marriage, whether it was with Aemond or one of the children of Aegon if the descendants of the houses were too young for a marriage. They would stop at nothing to secure Aegon’s ascension to the throne.
Several messengers had come to express the disagreements of the families they served. Other families, the less noble and most inclined to alliances had made the way.
For several months, young and old women, different from each other, were presented. Alicent ordered Aemond to be courteous with them, to be the most pleasant. Thing on the other side, the same instructions don’t last to be asked. One of the first lady was so intimidated by the prince that she dared not look at him, another much older than him had already married, and told him about her own first marriage rather than trying to get to know the prince.
The days were passing, the number of ladys was getting smaller and smaller, Aemond was tired of all this masquerade. The last one on the list, it was an update of the lover who was shaken by the very moment when they were alone, jumping around his neck, he had to fight to take her down and order a knight to take her out.
The same evening, a small carriage, simple, arrived in the courtyard of the castle, a small coat of arms Y/h/c was painted there. The members of the Y/h/n family, not wanting to disturb the royal family at such a late hour, asked to be taken to their quarters and only to warn them to arrive.
At the same time the Targaryens, took the meal in «family» so to speak, Viserys rested time although badly in his room, Aegon was drunk, Haelan in his own thoughts. Alicent worried about the future of his children, Otto spoke to a servant who had arrived a few minutes before. To finish Aemond, turned to the slightest suspicious noise, the image of the hysterical young woman came back to him and a chill crossed his back.
It was not until the next day that Aemond was freed from this fear. When he met Lady Y/n Y/h/n.
Their first encounters were framed by their respective mothers. The young woman’s mother was one of Alicent’s lady in waiting when she was pregnant with Aegon. Aemond posting back, looking with her purple eye Y/n, how, she remained silent watching their mothers talk. A sweet smile on his lips, he surprised himself to look away when she looked at him, his heart pulsating.
Y/n approached Aemond, neither too quickly nor too slowly or fearing to be in his presence, she was natural.
“It seems to me we haven’t introduced ourselves yet.” Y/n spoke in a soft voice, like when one person was talking to another scared.
Aemond looked at her from the corner of his eye, it was rare that anyone spoke to him in this way, his own mother had not used her tone of voice for as long as he remembered.
«I am Y/n of the house Y/h/n» She nodded slightly.
“Aemond…”
“I hope this day goes well.”
Aemond was astonished that the round young woman was gentle with him, looking at him even in «the eyes» and did not seem to be disturbed by the vision of his scar.
They sat in one of the corners of the room, chatting, Y/n asked him what he liked, what he thought of castle life, she was interested in him, and every question he answered Aemond asked Y/n the same question, or one that looked like it. He enjoyed learning about the young woman’s life.
The day passed quickly, too quickly for them. Aemond offered to escort Y/n, something in him didn’t want them to leave so quickly. He wondered when the door to Y/n’s room closed before him, what happened to him.
The more time passed, the more he found himself dreaming of the young woman, of wanting to be at her side. Every morning, he found her in the gardens, greeting her, at the time of the meals their mothers had made them sit next to each other. Aegon was happy to make fun of his brother, of how he behaved in the presence of Y/n. Aemond tried to remain calm in front of his brother, but Aegon’s taunting towards the weight of the young woman boiled Aemond’s blood. Aegon did not spank him with the intention of hurting the young woman, from the little he had seen her and talked with her, he had learned that royalty did not interest her, that she had come, because it was an opportunity for their mothers to see each other again. If he was teasing Y/n, it was to annoy Aemond.
More than once Aemond had found himself clenched fists, watching Aegon with his one eye. If they weren’t brothers, Aemond wouldn’t have been so held up.
It took only a month for their future marriage to be announced, ensuring a covenant that Alicent welcomed with open arms. For the house Y/h/n although native of Westeros it was established far from the continent since the conquest of Aegon the conqueror, having their own fleet of ship, marching and war, their own army. Relations between Westeros and this family remained courteous through their exchange of goods. But if a war were declared nothing would have prevented the whim of a future queen or king to want to conquer their lands. Now with the future marriage of Aemond and Y/n, this uncertain future became clearer.
Everyone liked to say that of the two future spouses, the most nervous was Aemond.
He had never felt such emotions in the presence of anyone. The only cloud on the horizon was not due to Y/n, but to himself.
Several months had passed, their bonds were forged from the hardest of metals.
Aemond was on Vhagar’s back that night, trying as much as he could to persuade him not to think about it. But Y/n had never seen a dragon since arrived, Aemond had asked Y/n to wait for him near the area where Vhagar was resting.
He came out of this trance when he felt Vhagar preparing to land. When he looked towards the ground, he saw Y/n with a guard, they were waiting in the background, the young chubby women, looking towards the sky. If he could be by his side at that time, he would see his eyes peeled and gleaming with the dragon’s vision.
At the moment when Aemond landed on the ground and saw Y/n a weight on his shoulders gone. Vhagar looked at his dragon boat, before observing the young woman. She uttered a dull roar, as if she had understood why Aemond was so nervous.
The guard left for the Red Keep, the moment he saw the two future spouses going off arguing among themselves, not paying any attention to him. Or even ordering him anything.
Y/n had placed his arm around Aemond’s, resting his head on his shoulder, they walked in silence, observing the starry sky. Aemond sighed, stopping their steps.
“Y/n… I didn’t tell you everything about myself”
“It’s nothing, we all have our little secrets.” Y/n was trying to comfort the young prince.
“Mine is not the size of a dragon.”
Y/n was intrigued, she calmly waited for Aemond to find his words. She put her free hand on Aemond’s chest, smiling gently.
He did not understand how Y/n, the sweet and busty lady, could accept to marry him. How she could make him feel both strong and weak, weak in the face of this fear that she would reject him for his missing eye.
“When I first rode Vhagar… that night I lost my eye.”
“Your mother is vaguely alluding.” Y/n’s voice was just a whisper.
“I fought with my nephews, after the insults…I had my eye punctured during our fight.” Aemond put his hand on his eye patch. “Since…I….”
Y/n put his hands on Aemond’s.
“You don’t have to do Aemond, you’ll do it when you’re sure.”
“I’d feel better if you knew everything.”
He removed his eye cover, revealing the stone placed on the spot of his missing eye, he closed his valid eye. Waiting for the reaction of Y/n, hoping that she would not react like the other young women of the court, although in his heart he knew that she was different in many ways.
Y/n observed the Sapphire, bursts of light passed through it and bounced, she could see the faint reflection of the stars. She stepped back, observing the face of Aemond, how his lips were pinched, how the smile he wore beside him was faded. She placed her hand on Aemond’s left cheek, caressing the contour of her scar with her thumb.
“You are so beautyfull.” His voice was just a whisper.
Aemond thought he had imagined, but when he felt Y/n’s lips resting on his cheek he opened his eye, looking at her surprised, stunned.
“It only increases my love for you.”
"Do you love me?" Aemond was surprised.
“Of course, idiot, I would never have agreed to join you if I didn’t.” She laughs, not to make fun of him, but of this situation.
Aemond stared at her, feeling light for the first time in his life. He smiled and kissed her. It was not a gentle, light kiss that anyone would imagine. But a kiss filled with frustration, envy and love, when their lips are connected, their teeth didn’t hit each other hard enough to hurt them.
If Aemond was sure of anything in his life, it is that he would do anything for her, if he should take the throne in her brother’s place he would make her his queen. Nothing and no one could separate them.
Hey, dear! I saw your kinktober list and I wanted to know, can I get 6 and 14 (if I can get more than one) with Daemon x Martell wife reader, please? #martell anon ☀️
Of course, i have made note of it ☺️
My dear and wonderful Eärenwen, thank you so much for writing "Daemon x dornish ex courtesan"! I love it and I have no words to describe how good this is. You definitely exceeded my expectations. Thank you for taking the time to write my request my love ♥️♥️♥️♥️
Hello :)
It’s also up to me to thank you for your kind message.😊 I'm happy that you have liked it. If you have any other request, feel free to suggest :)
Have a good day,
Earenwen🌿
I know that i must have been blackliisted because of my ask over why peoples don't read plus size read. A year ago.
But
After stopping writing fanfictions I have asked myself a lot of questions and I need to have your point of view. (You can of course told in anon, and if you don't want it to be public you can also tell it.)
- What have made you read my fanfictions? Or not read them
- If you have, did you liked them or not?
- If not, why?
- Did having chubby/plus size reader, have made you read it / Made you not read it ?
- If you have read them, did it was because of the lack of chubby/plus size content?
- If I have write the fanfiction with just Female reader (no plus size, not trying to have the more neutral for the apparence ), would you have read it?
- if it was just some Daemon x Rhaenyra, (for exemple) did it would have made you read them?
-if you want to add something, be free
(This will really help me, and even if you have hated what I have write tell it please.)
Please do not just leave a like. Tell me, what you think.
Anyone? No?
Okay
Who are back from the dead ?
Me !!
Ahem...
I now have more time to write so I go back to writing fanfictions put on hold.
Normally on Sunday I would have finished "Not wanted" and posted it that day.
Oh and in another post I’ll tell you about something that happened this convention weekend and I’m proud of
But for the moment I say to you soon,
Earenwen 🌿
It’s been months since I drew anything, and years since I painted anything, But I must admit I’m pretty proud.
This Caraxes is composed of a mixture of techniques, Not forgetting watercolor, acrylic, color pencils, a white pen and gold paint.
And for a first, I’m happy with this♥️
Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x fem chubby reader Summary: Aegon II meets a simple chubby girl who works in a tavern Trigger Warning: English is not my mother tongue, so sorry if there are mistakes that are going through my correction. And it's the first time i write for him.
In the middle of King’s Landing there was the tavern where you worked, said tavern, consisting of two floors as well as a cellar, on the ground floor, of pillars of oaks delimited spaces in the large room that counted the floor. The stone walls were covered with ochre cloth, woodwork was placed there both to help support the walls but also as decoration, on several walls, there were receptacles for the torches, there was on the wall to the left of the entrance, several pictorial posters. (King’s Landing population being mostly illiterate, they were used primarily to prevent a large event or when looking for a criminal.) On the other walls were ornaments of dried flowers, an old shield dating back if you were to believe the tavern, before the conquest of Westeros. The ground was composed of a large grey stone slab, on which were placed several tables, to which were added wooden chairs. Several torches illuminated the room, giving warm colors to the place. A counter made of large stones and a large plate of oak wood advocated at the back of the room, the tavernier, who was a large man a little round with a trimming beard, served customers who drank near him. A wooden door separated the counter from the kitchen, although it seemed modest at first glance, did not prevent the cooks from preparing small or large dishes for the guests.
On the first floor, there were the guest rooms, there were 4 of them as well as a bathroom where guests could request the preparation of a bath. The rooms, like the kitchen, were modest, they all looked alike, with a double bed, a wardrobe, a carpet and a window to which fine curtains could be cut from the outside. The second floor was that of the owner and also served as an attic, the owner lived there with his family, the employees living a few hundred meters from the tavern, he was not obliged to house them too. Musicians played lively music, this evening was good, more than twenty customers were consuming, talking and dancing. There were a lot of men coming back from work or travelling. A smell of fire, meat and grilled vegetables was floating in the air. As a waitress, you went from table to table, being more chubby than other employees was not a disadvantage, all that was important either that you do a good job, or polite with the customers but firm with the most difficult and smiling, The rest wasn’t important. Customers paying rather well, especially merchants returning from long journeys, They used to get used to it as the old tanner gave tips according to their refinement with their waiters and spent several hours talking about their new orders and their fabrications or talking about their families. That’s how you learned that the blacksmith’s daughter had just become engaged to the shoemaker’s son, or that the baker’s wife had asked him not to spend the money in the tavern. They were merchants close to the tavern, they became members of the family there.
All were silent when the door opened with a little more force than usual, and the cool wind of the evening came in, flickering the flames of the torches. The customers and the tavern-keeper looked at the people who had just entered, there were five of them, two wore a dark hood on their heads and all set out towards the counter, the customer who was at your side began to speak to you. "Although these people are suspicious, I’d like my beer." "Oh yes forgive me." You gave the client his drink before you continued to serve it to your colleague. You looked from the corner of your eye, the group of newcomers, all along their drinks. the hoods had not left their heads, the tavern had received several comments from customers suspecting that his people could be criminals on the run, but your boss answered them each time, that it was not very likely, the criminals more often combine in the lower quarters, the guards spanking their rounds and the last catch of the criminals by the golden capes had marked the memories, although this had happened before your birth, by the prince Daemon, and he was no longer commander of the King’s Landing watch, events had marked more than a generation.
As the night progressed, clients began to leave, some more sober than others. The small group asked for a free room for one of their comrades who were much more drunk than the others. Your colleague had just finished her schedule and it was to you that your boss asked to prepare a room, the two remaining guests were not going to cause her any problem. The room was quickly prepared, checking that the sheets were clean, closing the window that was open to ventilate the room and lighting a fire in the walk to warm and light the room. You walked out of the room to look for an extra blanket to help the client not get too cold by the time the room gets hot. At the same time, two of the people in the group dropped off the very drunk client, asking you when you returned that no one would enter the room before their return in the early afternoon, while their drinking companion sobered up. You agreed, it was not uncommon for some guests not to be disturbed, they even pay a small surcharge at the end of their stay. Part of you would have at the time preferred that the unknown be a criminal, for to the vision of short and silvery hair a chill due to the surprise taken you. You’ve never seen Targaryen or Velaryon. It was true that rumours roamed the city, about Prince Aegon, spending several nights in some places of King’s Landing and not the most beautiful. You doubted whether he was the prince or not, you didn’t want any trouble and considered him one of your clients, hoping that you wouldn’t have any trouble with anyone, if this young man was indeed someone important. "Here’s a blanket to keep you warm, do you need anything else?" You watched the young man lying on the edge of the bed while keeping a soft voice. "Wine... more wine..."
You slowly bowed your head before leaving the room, you closed the door behind you, going down the steps you saw that there was no more customer. Your boss watched you come back, he realized that something was wrong when you whispered the wine order. "Y/ ?" "It’s nothing, the customer asks for wine." "Hmm... is that all he wants?" "Yes. " The tavern boy looked at you for a few seconds before giving you a cup and a pitcher of red wine. You also told him which room was occupied, before going back upstairs. The sooner you ended up with the unknown and the sooner the tavern could close the few hours before the arrival of the day’s employees, these coming mainly to clean the premises, go to walk for some of the provisions and accommodate the wagons filled with wine barrels and beer barrels. You walked to the door of the stranger’s room. You knocked twice and waited for the other person to answer you or open the door, you thought that in his condition, if he could get up you would be surprised, more than one client in this condition ended the evening or the night having to be helped or to walk on all fours or even to sleep on the surface on which they are. There was no noise, indicating an answer or a movement, you decided to wait another minute or two before entering and put the wine and the cup in the room. If the client was asleep, it might as well wait for him to wake up. You were out of your thoughts when you heard a loud noise coming from the room, you jumped out of it and hurriedly opened the door, ready to scream your boss’s name in case the unknown had been mysteriously assaulted. But the vision that greeted you no longer made you want to yell at your boss.
The stranger was a few centimeters from the bed, on the ground rolling in blankets, fighting with the forces he had left. You put the cup and the jug on the ground before you left to shake it off. "Calm down, I’ll help you." You stayed calm, although the situation might have been funny. "Hmmm... let me... " "I’d love to, but I can’t let you get tangled up like that, you’re gonna hurt yourself." The young stranger looked at you for a few seconds, his look of a dark purple was lined with red veins. He seemed to mist in alcohol, more than reason, he seemed to hesitate to accept your help before he stopped struggling. You helped him and discovered that he had with difficulty half undressed, leaving himself with pants and boots. He did not thank you, getting up with difficulty and sitting on the bed, you put the blankets on the bed, letting him fend for himself as much as he could under them. In the meantime you made the few meters that separated you from the door to look for the wine and the cup, to place them close to him. "If you feel sick, there’s a pot under your bed. Rest well." He did not answer you, preferring to lie down and turn his back on you. You get out of the room, lock the door behind you, walk down the stairs, pull the knot off your apron that you put in the employees' shed, pick up some of your stuff from there and get the key to your house and get started. You closed the door of the tavern and in the night you took the way of your house, crossing some knights whom you quietly saluted, do not think about the next day and the future events. No, all you cared about was your bed.
The days and weeks that followed were almost identical to the work. The same group came several nights in a row to the tavern and each time the same stranger ended his night at the tavern. Although at first it was Maria, your colleague, who served them, the tavern-keeper asked you to replace her, you were already taking care of the unknown when he spent the night in the tavern, as much as you take care of them throughout their consumption so as not to have future account problems at the time of payment. You accepted, knowing that your purse will grow by several gold coins. Of the group, you spoke only with the unknown, it was first of all more small courteous exchanges than real conversation, until ending in small discussion, although he knows your name, he had not told you his, he remained in your mind, your "beautiful unknown". The more the weeks passed, the more you began to wait for the visit of the group, which in time became smaller, until the moment when only the unknown and a man were left. The man did not seem to be any older than his drinking companion, he seemed to you to care more, no doubt he was of noble birth or simply richer than the rest of the clients. Their visits were synonymous with many things, first a good pay but also that you could see the unknown without his hood later in the evening. Lately, he drank no more than reason, keeping some of his mind for your conversations, to the point of slowly developing a relationship of friendship or at least what was approaching it.
The evening was calm, only the regulars were present, some musicians played their instruments, the gentle warmth of the room contrasted with the colder wind blowing outside, the hours coming, the wind doubled in power, the tavern saw the climate change, had Maria come back, she lived further into King’s Landing and he didn’t want anything to happen to her if the wind carried things away. You insisted on staying, alone, the tavern would have had trouble serving the customers and his children were too young to be able to help him in his task. The blacksmith had begun to complain of the east wind that he passed the threshold of the door, he had to stop forging earlier than expected because the fire supplying his forge failed to extinguish or to send fire residues on the nearby buildings. The wind was blowing louder and louder, the instruments played by the musicians barely becoming audible, they stopped playing and got their pay before returning home. In a few minutes, torrents of rain broke over King’s Landing. The few people present left after paying. Leaving a damp and violent wind every time the door opened, the people even having trouble to close it, the breath was strong.
The end of your service arrived faster than expected, the tavern had asked you if you wanted to stay at the tavern until the storm that was unfolding outside calmed down, you politely refused, insisting that you wanted to check that there was no damage to your house. It is a little ball in your stomach that you came out of the tavern, the cloak on your shoulders was missing every second to fly away if you did not hold it with your two hands, the rain fell in a storm, in a few seconds you were soaked, the weight of your clothes seemed to slow you down in your fight against the wind, the noise of the breath prevented you from clearly between what was happening around you, the sky was so cloudy that the light of the moon did not pass. The torches of the streets were all extinguished only the few lights emanating from the buildings of the street allowed you somehow to spot yourself. There were only very few people on the street, mostly knights who were trying to shelter themselves from the wind. Several fabrics and flags hung high between the buildings had come loose, more than a string of flags had almost carried you away. The streets had become muddy and slippery, becoming dangerous. It was in this chaos that you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you shouted a cry, which was muffled by the surrounding noise, the wind having even taken your breath. Turning you could see that it was your stranger, his short hair curled in the rain, and their colors had slightly darkened. "But... what are you doing in the street?" You had to scream to try to get your John Doe to hear you, doubting otherwise he would understand what you were saying. "I should ask you! You’re close to Red Kepp!" "What do you mean? You must be wrong!"
A gust of wind made the rain fly in the direction shown by the young man, you could feverishly glimpse red purple colors in the distance. Surprise, you looked behind you, how did you manage to party in the wrong streets? You were sure of yourself that you had turned right when you left the inn and the first left and then... Then... You don’t know if you turned in the right direction. The young man, with his eyes almost closing by the power of the wind trying to look at you, had his hand on your shoulder. "Come on!" Still puzzled and trying to understand how you managed to find yourself in front of the ramparts of the castle, the young man took your arm and dragged you along the ramparts, until reaching a small recess, this recess led you to steps embedded in the stone that constituted the castle, they climbed on several levels and allowed you to shelter from rain and wind. To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, the sighs you were wearing against your stranger were starting to rise and prove true. You were wondering what the odds were that you could walk through dark passages of the castle without getting caught by a guard or anyone, no doubt they turned out to be nil. The corridors seemed as long as some of the streets you walked through the city, you began to shiver with cold and felt the tips of your nose and fingers numb.
The maids were cleaning Prince Aegon’s room when he entered, startling at the force of the door opening. One of her moaned when she saw the prince dripping with rainwater, she hurried to approach but was restrained when the prince entered taking you inside, this was not the first time he had taken a young woman to the castle, but it was more rare to see him return in such conditions. The eldest maid caught her spirits as quickly as she could, she walked towards her to place a log there and make the fire resume, telling others to help the prince dry out and to find dry clothes for both of you. "Don’t tell Mother." "Well, my prince." The maids were quick, in no time you warmed up by the fire, watching it as the maids helped the young prince to get rid of his wet clothes. You were thinking about information about the unknown, so he was a prince and definitely Targaryen. But you did not understand why the prince would go so often to the tavern in which you worked, you certainly loved him, but rumors wanted the prince to have a preference for the more infamous and obscure places of the city, you suspected that it was Aegon and not Prince Aemond because he was known to be one-eyed, the other princes not living at the Red Keep, it left you little choice on the person. "I should have told you earlier." You turned your head towards the voice, noticing that you were now alone in the room.
"Why?" "Hm?" He looked at you and seemed surprised by your question. "Why didn’t you say anything about your status?" "I did not choose to be born into this family, you did not treat me as a member of the royal family, for once I was considered normal and not as Prince Aegon." He said his title in an almost mocking way. You spent several hours talking to each other, warming yourself by the fire, you let him speak, because for the first time Aegon felt himself listening. For a person of nobility, he explained to you that he did not appreciate this status, although it allows him several privileges, but he was not master of his destiny because of it, whether for marriage, for dating, everything had been dictated to him, since he was born. He wanted to be free of all this, alcohol allowing him to feel for a free time. This discussion lasted all evening and part of the night, the wind was still blowing outside, shaking the frames of the windows. The next morning, when you left the prince’s room, you promised him not to tell the tavern, it would stay between you two. It was the first night of a long line of encounters, whether at the tavern or in the castle, through your home. Your complicity only strengthened over time. This complicity slowly began to turn into something else, first you believed in a simple friendship and then a deeper friendship, until you thought of him during the day, from a few seconds to a good part of the day, until you dreamed of your meetings. It slowly morphed into attraction, which was mutual, it is nervous that one night you confessed to him, a weight on Aegon’s shoulders disappeared while listening to you, he himself felt feelings strong enough for you.
Your meetings did not remain secret for long, as the guards had crossed you in the streets of the city, they had warned Aegon’s grandfather, Otto Higtower, who was frustrated by the prince’s adventures. He sent spies, kept Aegon healthy and above all, kept a hand on Aegon. Alicent, on the other hand, was warned by one of the young maids, who went to find you one morning in the prince’s room, and had warned the queen, lest she have trouble seeing you. Alicent was not happy at all, Aegon was her first son and he was the most complicated, more than once she had yelled at him to stop all his nonsense, to become responsible, to think about the family. But how do you think about your family when you feel rejected by them. The more the king’s health deteriorated, the more Aegon remained in the city, avoiding as much as he could the castle, the atmosphere in the Red Keep was increasingly gloomy and he found comfort in your arms, your words and incidentally in the wine of the tavern. Aegon put himself in his moments there imagining a life outside of King’s Landing, a life without the responsibility of his rank, a life by your side and the more his images seemed possible to him, the harder life at the Red Keep was, his mother, Queen Alicent, wanted Aegon to finally step into his position as a prince and stop seeing you. This had resulted in a terrible dispute between mother and son.
“Be responsible for once!”
“I’ve done everything you ask me and it’s never enough!”
"You wouldn’t be so drunk and hanging out with that slut!"
“She’s the only person who thinks of me normally! I don’t want to be a prince!”
"It’s not up to you. You won’t dream it anymore, you understand me?"
"Otherwise what?"
Aegon had no response from Alicent, but a chill came over him. That night, he had left the castle and it was again to take refuge in the city, the idea of your escape becoming more and more precise, even if you left on the back of Sunfyre, you will leave King’s Landing, he was certain.
Hi, I'm Eärenwen (Emilie), 31 years old, writter of fanfictions. @Lady_eare on twitter/X
185 posts