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The King and His Heir

Maegor and Aerea.

Art by @novembermorgon. For my fic, The King and His Heir.

Hello

here is a little update,

The fanfiction sequels are coming, I just had a very big delay due to several factors. The bug of the drive that I use to save my writings being one of them. Losing the texts was quite hard and I had some difficulty to rewrite after that.

Medical problems of relatives were just added on (everything is better), I took time to encourage me to write, I had the sequels in mind a part of the writings, in paper form, but… Yes it took time. Here, I am at the half of the rewrite of Not Wanted part 2, in paper format, normally, I would have finished it on Monday, while I write it on computer, it will be published around Thursday.

I hope you are all well.

See you Thursday,

Earenwen

Kinktober.

7 Baelon

Of course it's noted 🙂

Hello,

I will put here the synopsis/draft in few words of the day's of the kinktober that I have put for the ask where anon and with just a number and a character name, as i'm late in posting the fanfictions. If the synopsis are not of your liking and that you where the anon who have asked for the day and the character, told me in ask and I will work with it

So here are the synopsis, by day with the character name :

Day 8 - Anal - Aemond Targaryen : Reader and Aemond are wed for sometimes now. They like to discovering sexuality with each other. One night Aemond talk about a position/pratique that Aegon have tell him to annoye him. But Aemond wanted to try it. Him and Reader talk about the act, how they are going to do it, and all and all. Until they are ready. And there is their first try of anal, with sweets words and all.

Day 9 - Sex in public - Gwayne Hightower : Gwayne and Reader are walking in the streets of King's landing before the tournament. They are married. They cannot keep their hands to themselves, at some point he take her to a dark alley, and he fuck her as she is against a wall or sit against a wood box.

Day 11 - Honeymoon - Baelon Targaryen : Reader is the second wife of Baelon, there is the bedding ceremony, where lords strip her by force, and lady's do the same with him. When Baelon see the reader half naked and her eyes full of fear of the lords, when they mock her ? He snap and order the lords and lady's to go away. He confort the reader and later they have their love making.

Day 12 and 15 - Sensory Depravation - Scars - Daemon Targaryen :

(I have put the two day of the ask in one fanfiction as it could be good, but if you want to have it in two different fanfiction you can tell me 🙂)

The ex courtesan reader haved wait of the return of Daemon from the war against the triarchy, at his return she's so happy to see him that he cannot go to the castle. She take him to her house, and pamper him, with kiss, cuddles, praising words. She undress him and seen his new burn scar she put him in bed, and she worship this new scar as she after do the same with his older scars. To have him lose complete controle she use fabric to blindfold him. And they have one of the best night of love making.

Day 14 - Cockwarming - Daemon Targaryen :

During a day in Dragonstone, reader are really needy of Daemon, flirt with him, touch him a lot, they to be alone with him. Until he gave to her, but have to write a letter to some lords, so she have to cockwarming him, and waiting (hardly) to do more.

Day 18 - Lap dance - Baelon Targaryen :

Reader talk with lady's of the court and heard a lady telling that she haved heard of something that could please mens, and teasing them. They talk and all and (I think of a chubby/plus size reader and if it was not the type of reader that you wanted tell me in ask) one of the lady's begin to tease in a bad way the reader, telling thar the pratique can be a turn out for Baelon if she do that. And the reader are in a mix of sadness, anger and wanting to prove that she could and one night, as Baelon returned into their bedchamber, the reader do her best to give him a lap dance.

Day 21 - Somnophilia - Gwayne Hightower :

Gwayne have wake up more then once reader in the past when he was naughty, but reader begin to have enough of been wake up each time so she told Gwayne that if he want to made love to her, he can even if she's sleeping. At first he don't want it, but one night he give in his desire.

Day 23 - 69 - Baelon :

Reader and Baelon have to be wed (she's his first wife in it) and they are horny, touched each other, and one day, they have not much time to be alone together, so they try a new position to please each other without her losing her maidenhood.

Day 25 - Rough - Aemond Targaryen :

This pass after the bastards scene in season 2, but he go to the reader, and not go burning the village. And he put all his frustration and anger by been rough with her. With or without after care? I don’t know for now.

Day 27 - Face sitting - Maegor Targaryen :

Maegor is lazy for once but he's also horny as fuck, and seen his wife reader in her new nightdress who's reveling a lot made him want her to ride his face. She's at first not sure of this, but Maegor take her to him with all his strengh and assure her that she can.

Day 28 - Aftercare - Maegor :

After a long day of love making, reader take care of Maegor, but this time, she fall asleep and Maegor seen her like this made him want to take care of her, a lot of sweet touch until he see his seed and then his mind snap.

I just finished reading your fanfic of “The Handmaid and Dragons” I liked how you kept the servant from being elevated over other servants like other fics might just not mention their servant duties. I hope you find your beta reader soon! I barely noticed if any faults in the fic I have first checked out.

I hope you have a great night!! :)

Thank you 🫶

I have try to made the reader the more modest that i could, even more with Baleon having just lost Aemma.

I hope you too a great night 🙂

Part 5 of "Breathe, everything will be fine"

Masterlist: here

Abstract : The arrival of a dragon in the north is not common, Daemon on his back was even more surprising.

Pairing: Daemon x Fem Chubby reader

Edit : I just edited several errors and a paragraph doubled by errors I hope it will be more readable

The night was dark, clouds covered the sky, the light wind coming from the north took the cold of the wall to the castle, the window of your room was open, you looked outside. The branches of the trees moved in heart, only the torches of the guards illuminated the earth, the few distant houses had their lights off for several hours.

The serenity of the places allowed you to find a form of calm, you tried to recapitulate the past events, see where you could have been at fault, you tried to understand, but did not succeed completely. You tried not to mope about yourself, life went on and the future could be positive, you just had to believe strongly enough.

For several weeks you watched the arrival of heralds and crows, all were intercepted by the guards, you tried to read the messages, but Suzanne always found a way to get away from your objective, whether by taking you to another section of the castle to find books, or by going through the kitchens, offering you a new embroidery motif, etc. at a rare moment you heard your father shouting through the door leading to the great hall.

«Never!... Can... dream»

Watching the heralds, you could see that they were messengers from the capital. It was true that you no longer received crows from Daemon and that worried you. Not for yourself or that he has indeed manipulated you, but of a possible conflict that would be played out in the capital, because between the conflict north of the wall and another at King’s Landing, the north would have been torn.

Suzanne had you insured two days before, King’s Landing wasn’t in danger. The same morning she heard your parents talking in the large room after the visit of a first herald. According to her, their discussions were heated, the main cause being the prince.

 “Apparently, the prince will ask for your hand, he has made several proposals.” Suzanne was focused on her embroidery, a shy smile on her lips.

"Really?" You were looking at Suzanne, both surprised and doubtful.

“Recently, the king himself would have sent messengers. Daemon would be visibly furious. That’s all I could hear.”

"Furious?"

"Who knows my lady, perhaps he is truly in love with you. You know the prince’s temperament better than anyone in this castle."

“He’s not unconscious either, Suzanne.”

“Perhaps your union will ease the trials between your two families?”

Suzanne had a point, you were hoping she was right.

That night, it was late when a noise came out of your contemplation, it seemed to you to be a great cry, it did not seem human to you, rather like a very big animal, much larger than the bears living in the forest bordering the castle. A few minutes later, a warm wind was felt, you looked out your window, the guards hurried out of the castle, the few servants still standing and outside entering the castle. When once again the roar was heard, this time you were looking in its direction, the darkness that reigned because of the cloudy sky, was illuminated in an instant, huge flames split the air. With wide eyes you watched the scene, a dragon passed in the north, it seemed for a long time that a dragon was so far in the north, from Aegon the conqueror if you remembered the writings of the books of Red Keep.

Your heart began to palpate, your hands became moist, your mouth dry, why would a dragon fly so far? The answer was quickly found when he landed, frightening the guards, armed with their swords, trembling but remaining in formation. A movement on the dragon made you observe it more assiduously, this form was humanoid, he rose from what seemed to be a saddle, he descended with ease from the animal. The form approached the guards and it was there that you could distinguish a hair, long and clear hair, a dragon with a long neck. It was to be none other than a certain prince.

Daemon came in person to the castle, your first reflex was to want to get out of your room, to be at his side. Placing your hand on the clinch of the door and opening it, you were greeted by Sir Geubert, standing in front of your room, his back was facing you. 

"Stay inside your room lady Y/n. please." Sir Geubert was on his guard.

“Good.”

You closed the door, returning to your window, Caraxes was lying on the ground, his head staring at the guards, Daemon entered the castle accompanied by several knights of your house. But you were looking for an excuse to go out for any reason.

Your parents were awakened by servants, your father was bitterly hurried, your mother was wearing her dressing gown and a long robe adapted to the cold climate of the northern night.

The great hall, whose walls adorned with enormous stone block, was lit by a few torches, a fire was lit in haste. Daemon was standing in the room, looking around him, the walls were adorned with torches, some flags and tapestries in the colors of your house. The ceiling was adorned with a large chandelier made of wood from trees and deer, heavy candles were placed there. The lighting gave warm tones to the room, but the large shadows which the torches created brought a gloomy side to the place. If for you it was the house, for Daemon, the place was freezing. 

The door opened revealing your father, dressing in dark trousers and a tunic with the main color of your family, resting on a shirt of an off-white. His features were drawn by lack of sleep, his gaze fell on the prince, he stared at him for several minutes. Before entering the room. Your father standing in front of the chair being dedicated to him at the big table, when he spoke.

"What are you doing here, Prince Daemon?" There was a kind of disdain in his voice.

“You know the answer to this question.”

“So you can parade around the city?  What did you put in her head?”

"What am I putting? Nothing that wasn’t there already."

"You have corrupted her!"

“Oh, I can’t be accused of that.”

Daemon was having fun with your father’s anger. But he was here for something more important, if he couldn’t use the same technique he used for his brother, he had to be more honest with your father. He had learned of the pride of the north, of their loyalty and courage, but all this could be eroded when honour was tainted.

“I came to marry Y/n." Daemon spoke calmly, too calmly.

"You will never have her hand!"

“If not me, who? Stark? His child is too young for her and the Lord is old. Bolton? Bastard who already humiliated her?! I’ll burn it alive. Oh maybe Baratheon? Or Lannister? Your house is too small for their own ambitions.”

Your father was furious from the inside, veins were beginning to appear/grown on his face.

“How many suitors showed interest? How many at least try to court her?”

Daemon was staring at your father, several times you had explained to him the arrangements between your family and others. How just one interview ended quickly, how young men hardly looked at you, rare were those who forced themselves to be kind, they did not see beyond their cock, Daemon often said to himself, they did not see what he saw. In the silence of your father Daemon resumed.

“How do you think she feels? Have you bothered to look beyond your own ambition?”

"This is my daughter!"

“What confuses your mind, although I see that there is not only a desire for power, you would have already accepted my demands.”

"She will not marry, a person of your family to degenerate! You Targaryens, the inbreds! Your line is doomed to the darkness of this world! But not her!"

Daemon will be fists, clenched his jaw. That he insulted him, but not his house.

“Even on my deathbed, you don’t marry her! I’d marry her to a peasant, you don’t! May she be happy or not!”

Daemon advanced with a fast and dangerous step, his hand resting on the knob of Dark sister. Knights were rushing to the door to intervene. But this did not bring back the anger that reigned in the room. Your father caught in his alas continued.

“What matters is that she has an heir! No matter who she marries, they just didn’t understand that it was just that! I don’t care if they go somewhere else! Get out of my house!"

Your father kept screaming, Daemon’s blood was bubbling in his veins, how could he speak so of you? He looked at the two guards in front of him, it would have been easy for him to disarm them, then he looked towards the open door, there were several knights posted there, he recognized this young knight whom he had beaten at the tournament and who was left beside you. Sir Gaubet? Goubert? 

The gaze of Daemon was drawn by a round shape half hidden behind the knight, the prince’s anger was coming down at full speed, he had become worried. How long have you been a spectator? He was watching you, your eyes were red, your lower lip was shaking. The rage that Daemon felt began to multiply, you did not look at him, the wounded look was not intended for him, this look was intended for another man. Daemon turned to your father. As he was about to speak another voice interrupted him. A woman’s voice.

"Husband! That’s enough!"

Your mother had just entered the room, forcing you to enter. 

"We shall speak again tomorrow, your words are foolish." She turned to the prince. “If you allow it, you will spend the night at the castle or you can still sleep with your dragon outside.”

Daemon turned to the door and walked towards it, he approached you, his gaze had softened while watching you, but you ran away not paying attention to those around you. Geubert left after you, Daemon followed him closely, the others could fuck off, you were important to him. Far more important than you could have imagined, Westeros could burn if it allowed him to be by your side.

The end of the night was agitated, Geubert kept your door, preventing the prince from approaching you, which enraged the prince.

“I know you’re loyal to this house, but she doesn’t need a guard.”

“How can you know what she wants or needs?”

The sound of the door opening made them turn in this direction.

"Sir Geubert, they will know nothing, let him in."

“They will know at some point.”

“You’re not going to the night watch.”

“That’s not my concern, Lady Y/N.”

“Please.” Your voice was just a whisper

“Very good.”

Sir Geubert shifted, letting Daemon into your room. He sighed, this situation hurt him, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. He wouldn’t forgive himself.

Your room was changing from the apartments in King’s Landing, it was much smaller, but large enough to have organized a full-foot wardrobe, a table where there were several heavy books, an oak chair engraved on the feet. A fairly large window adorned with a thick and dark curtain, to are opposite was a small chimney, from which embers slowly lighted the ground near. Two carpets covered the floor with wood, one near the table and the other covering the floor near your bed. This one was large, covered with several pillows as well as heavy blankets and fur. 

You were standing in the middle of the room. Daemon looked at you, his heart was palpitating. Several months had passed since that night. Didn’t have time to talk to you properly, had any news. You were the first to break the stillness of the moment by placing your arms around his torso and placing your head against his torso. He hastened to hold you against him, 

“I was so worried, I didn’t hear from you…”

"I have sent you many crows," he placed his hands on your face, raising your head towards him.

“They must have intercepted them…”

With his thumb he began to caress your cheek, smiling at you, finally you were reunited. Looking at him you could see the Daemon you knew, the soft look, a smile you never want him to go from his lips. In the great hall you could only witness the cries of your father and his hurtful words. A moment of doubt settled in you.

"Why do you want to marry me?" Your words were barely whispered, you were surprised when Daemon answered you.

"Do you still not know? Or is it their words that cloud your mind? I love you Y/n. He laid his forehead against yours. “Avy jorrāelan tolī than mirros else isse se vys”

“I love you too, Daemon.”

Your words were so simple to say to him, his few words gave you the impression of having less weight on your shoulders, your lips were gently touching before a kiss was exchanged. It was as if time had not passed since the tournament. You placed a hand in her hair, one of his hands came down from your face and into the hollow of your kidneys. Seconds are minutes, minutes are hours. Still dressed, you sat on the bed, your head against his chest, you listened to him talk about his last weeks at the Red Keep, how he had made the decision to see you against his brother’s advice.

"Fuck the lords, they think what they want."

You fall asleep in his arms, the sound of his voice relaxing you enough to be able to sleep.

It was the rays of the sun that woke you, in the mist between sleep and awakening, you felt a mass around your bust. You gently raised your head and saw an arm, following his arm, you noticed long silver wire against your shoulder. Daemon had spent the night at your side. You turned slowly and gently, to face him. His facial features were relaxed, his breathing calm, his hair was on the pillow, giving your pillow y/f/c silver tones. Daemon was undressing during the night leaving himself only in trousers.

You put your hand against one of his shoulders, the warmth that Daemon gave off, contrasted with the sweet morning ice break. Slowly, you began to caress his shoulder with your fingertips, rising very slowly towards his neck, then his cheek. You didn’t want to wake him up, since the time you imagined waking up with him, you wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

This was without counting on Suzanne and Sir Geubert.

Suzanne knocked on the door, it was time to prepare for the day to come, Sir Geubert was the first to open the door, hand on the knob of his sword. The sound of the door awakened Daemon, who jumped up.

"Sir Geubert?" You looked at the knight, worried.

“Your servant arrived, The prince better get out before there are more servants in the halls.” Geubert was on the defensive.

Daemon, hair tangled, looked at the knight, a mixture of disdain and fatigue.

“He’s not wrong, Daemon…”

"Fuck the servants."

“I know… but let’s not have accusations…please.” You looked at Daemon with all the sweetness that anything could show her.

Daemon sighed, grabbing his shirt and shoes, he got dressed and started leaving your room not without a kiss on your forehead.

The night was not great advice for your father, he continued to rant during the interview with Daemon, your mother was present too.

You were in the hallway leading to the big room, sitting on one of the benches there. One of your legs was shaking, you were looking at the door closed, Suzanne kept you company, embroidering and trying to reassure you with her words. But it did not help you, no words beyond the door were audible, nothing could predict whether what was being played would be good or bad.

Many of the knights posted at the door and in the corridor could see very clearly, the anxiety that was gnawing at you, many felt bad for you, they knew how your father was.

It was only in the early afternoon that the door was opened, you stood up with your hands clasped in the centre of your chest.

Sir Reinfrid, who was inside, looked at you and shook his head, they couldn’t come to an agreement.

It was outside the castle that you found Daemon, He was observing the landscape that you were so familiar with. You’re taking a step back, not wanting to be too much on him.

“I want to marry you according to the Valyrian tradition, no one can contradict our union.”

Daemon had begun to speak, always looking at the horizon. Your heart began to beat faster, you approached him, placing one hand on his shoulder. Daemon turned towards you, pushing a hand on your cheek.

“Let’s go, we’ll go wherever you want, Caraxes can take us away from Westeros if that’s what you want.”

“Daemon…”

“Be my wife.”

Daemon’s voice was tender, it is true that you wanted above all to be at his side, but your family was also important. Daemon took you in his arms, you could smell him, it relaxed you. The decision was not easy to make, but he filled you in a way that no one could do it that you listened to your heart rather than reason. You agreed.

In no time, you and Daemon found yourself in front of Caraxes and before you even understood it, you were on the back of the dragon, Daemon in front of you, holding the Carax straps. The takeoff was fast, you were holding on to Daemon, trying not to scream, your heart beating so fast that you thought it would explode. The cold north wind pricked your face, you buried it in his back.

You didn’t notice that beneath you, as you left the shimmering room, knights galloped towards the castle, the Stark standard floating. 

Translation:

Avy jorrāelan tolī than mirros else isse se vys / I love you more than anything else in the world

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19. Maegor and niece reader. (Maegor bribes his niece's maid. The maid convinces the Princess to come here. The Princess is unaware that she is being screwed by her uncle. Nine months later, she gives birth to a baby boy. Maegor takes his nephew and sons with him to Dragonstone.)

Oh that's interesting, its noted 🙂

Kinktober request

Spanking - Maegor

Maegor spanking chubby reader for not agreeing to wear a very revealing outfit for his party.

Of course 🙂

I have note it

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

Part 7 of Breathe everything will be fine"

Summary: King's Landing isn't the same as it used to be.  

Pairing: Daemon x chubby reader  

Warning: English is not my mother tongue, if mistakes go by mistake, I’m sorry, I would correct them. 

King’s Landing had always seemed welcoming to you, perhaps it was due to your desire to see Daemon again, or was it due to the festivities that you participated as a spectator.  

Yet, as time passed, the city seemed to lose its lustre.  

The first visit was when the king was summoned. That day, you and Daemon had arrived on the back of Caraxes, seeing the city of heaven was spectacular, by the size of the city or its architecture, Daemon made you touch the great seven of Baelor and the towers of the Red Keep, he liked how you stood in the saddle, How your eyes were shining, smiling. When you arrived at the castle, the atmosphere was quite different, you could feel the tension increased the deeper you went into the castle.  

The sun passed through the windows of the throne room, you stood beside Daemon, holding his hand, this time not to try to calm him, but to reassure you. Reassure you of the future confrontation. If in Dragonstone, you felt safe, knowing very well that Caraxes would have toasted the least risk. At Red Keep, it was very different, the knights were numerous and although you trust Daemon, they were far too many for him. 

The room was filled only with your parents, Sir Reinfrid and Geubert, Lord Stark and his wife, King Viserys and the queen. Lord Hightower was also present, at the king’s side, and one last arrival was the priest who celebrated your marriage. You didn’t really have a «good» memory in this place, the last time you went there was by force, Daemon covered in blood. Looking around you, you could see your mother’s closed face, your father’s furious gaze, worried Sir Reinfrid, Lord Stark and his wife had thrown you a light supportive smile. Viserys seemed to be torn by several emotions as his gaze changed. As for Aemma, she seemed serene, she illuminated the room with her presence. Lord Hightower on the contrary seemed to be a snake ready to attack at the slightest possibility, by his posture or his look.  

At any moment, the conflict threatened to explode, the tension in the air was more than palpable. Your father was the first to break the silence.  

"What have you done to my daughter?"  

«Nothing she didn’t want» Daemon was smirking. Watching your father who seemed to become increasingly angry.  

“Father, I chose to follow him.” You were looking at your father with your head straight.  

“You followed him knowing what we thought!” 

“Your judgment was obscured by your vision of Daemon.”  

“Our judgment was right. What makes you think he won’t let you go when the time comes!”   

 Daemon could see that your father had not changed anything since the previous months. He knew you had to talk to your parents, it is true that it would have been more appropriate to do so in private, but the show was worth it, it was contained that Viserys weighed the pros and cons of your union.  

“Nothing. Only time and fate can tell.” You looked at your mother. "Mother, more than once you have given me your support, that I would find someone who would suit me. I don’t want to be cold with you, I love Daemon and I love you.”  

Your mother remained silent, your father did not believe what he heard.  

“Lady Y/h/n…” Viserys had just spoken before being interrupted by Daemon.  

“Targaryen. She became Targaryen by our union. Don’t forget brother.”  

“Targaryen… Rather consanguin…” Your father had blown away the name of this house.  

“Watch your words Lord Y/h/n.” Otto’s voice was calm but rigid. 

Viserys breathed a sigh, it was true that your father had trouble with the Targaryen family, from as far as he could remember, your family was not the most merciful towards their home. That’s one of the many reasons Viserys didn’t want Daemon to get close to you.   

“Lady Y/n, your union with my brother has created tensions between our families.”   

“True, but…”  

“Your family may disown you. To whom can you take refuge the day my brother ties you?”  

“Stark House will always be a support to Lady Y/n, whether it be Y/h/n or Targaryen.” Lord Stark had just taken the floor.  

“You can’t formalize their unions?!” Your father spoke again.  

“I would not receive an order from you Lord Y/h/n.”  

Several hours passed, the conflict continued, Daemon began to lose serious patience. Sir Geubert and Reinfrid were present as witnesses of past events, The priest spoke in high Valyrian, you did not understand much, you thought that one day you would learn it as much for yourself but also to have discussions with Daemon, understand what some servants say and be able to compliment Caraxes. Aemma remained silent and watched you, from time to time she spoke in Viserys' ear. Your father’s words were getting more and more hurtful. To the breaking point. He had just reached the point of no return. With tears in your eyes you watched how he shouted his words.   

“I wish I had a son instead of that big sow girl! We never would have had these problems!”  

You understood that your father’s judgment was bogged down in his anger towards the Targaryen but that could not forgive his words. You felt Daemon stiffen, ready to attack verbally or physically. Lord Stark put a hand on your shoulder trying to reassure you. What surprised everyone was your mother’s reaction. Your father continued to spit out his anger but was cut off when he was slapped.  

“You shame me. Insulting our own child in this way. It is true that I do not love the prince, but that is not why I am going to humiliate our daughter!"  

“…” Your father was trembling with rage.  

“I never saw you like this, try to see beyond your hatred. She remains our Y/n. If she is happy with the prince and their union is official. I can’t blame her.”  

“Mother…” 

“For several years we have been unable to find her a husband, perhaps the old and new gods have destined them to each other?" She took a deep breath. "The one who brings shame to our family right now is you and only you." Her voice was calm and cold.  

The room was plunged in silence for long minutes. You were more than surprised by the events that had just happened. Your heart was pounding, your hands were getting sweaty from the stress you were under. You did not remember so much who broke the silence first, for several minutes Viserys and Daemon spoke, at the same time Sir Geubert and Reinfrid and the priest were able to leave the throne room.   

The words of Queen Aemma came from your mind.  

“Welcome to the family Y/n, I hope that past events will not disturb our future relationships.”  

The queen had approached Daemon and you could feel sincerity in her words, she extended her hand in your direction, you took her and squeezed her back. A weight you did not know was lifted from your shoulders, you replied that it was the same for you. 

Your stay at King’s Landing lasted a week, during which time you would get closer to Queen Aemma, spending several afternoons in her presence, most often in the gardens.  

Daemon when he was not at your side was trying to get closer to Viserys, more to be able to eject Otto from his king’s hand post, than out of real pure desire to get closer to Viserys. The king offered several posts to Daemon who refused them.  

Even when he returned to Dragonstone, Viserys had proposed to Daemon to remain in the capital, that it did Aemma good to have a company other than the servants and lady in waiting. But Daemon did not want you to be belittled as a companion, you were his wife, his future queen at the time of taking the throne at the time desired. He preferred to stay away from the castle and his brother.  

There were few visits to King’s Landing, the real visits were made during rare tournaments, or at the request of the queen with whom you corresponded by letters. This kept a connection with the royal family, while on your side with Daemon, you decided to settle in Dragonstone, although Viserys was reticent. This did not mean that you lived a purely homely life, no, you enjoyed travelling, whether in Westeros or in the remote lands. For long weeks you are away from Westeros, from their worries.  

The only real return to Westeros was for Aemma’s last pregnancy, which was complicated, and the queen had sent a letter asking for your presence. Daemon at first reticent had accepted under your insistence, he understood that you were worried about the queen. 

Your arrival took place in secrecy, neither you nor Daemon wanted bluster from the court. Viserys seemed in such a good mood that he had requested the preparation of a tournament for the birth of his future child.  

“This may become a tradition…”  

“What are you talking about?” Daemon turned his face in your direction.  

“To find ourselves in the throne room just arrived at the castle.”  

“When I am king, you will like to come here.”  

Daemon was standing in front of the throne, at the top of the steps, he sat there, with a smile on his face.  

“I am sure my queen will not resist sitting down with her king.”  

A heat slowly invade your body, although it’s been a few years since you were married, you were still reacting to Daemon’s flirtation. Approaching him, you ascended the steps, gently raising the bottom of your black dress with corset embroidered with carmine red threads, slightly reminiscent of the scales of dragons.  

Daemon placed his hands against your bounced hips, bringing you as close as possible to him, at the risk of knocking you down. 

A maiden’s voice brought you out of your intimacy. Rhaenyra had just entered the throne room. You didn’t have much connection with the girl, due to your rare visits. Something about her made you a little uncomfortable. You didn’t know what. But on that day, it was not only Rhaenyra that made you uncomfortable, it was the whole castle, the whole city, like the calm before the storm, something was going to happen. Something you didn’t know but was going to seal the fate of Westeros, the destiny of the Targaryen.  

The death of Queen Aemma is only the beginning.  

Translation:   

My love/ Issa jorrāelagon  

Author’s note: thank you for reading this part of “Breathe everything will be fine”, this part is a little thinner than the previous ones, it turns out that I was lost in what I wanted to implant there. I am open to any proposal for a possible addition to this fiction otherwise I think this will be the last part. Do not hesitate to leave a comment, good or bad I am taker. Really . Anything