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house of the dragon au → tan jianci as king viserys ii targaryen (son of queen rhaenyra and prince daemon).

Viserys was a lively and likely young lad, possessed of great charm and boundless vitality. Though not as tall, as strong, or as handsome as his brother, he struck all who met him as more clever and more curious than the king.

HotD au where character (anyone you want) does the "I know what you are" speech to reader, but reader is a time traveler pretending to be a servant or some shit, I don't know man, I'm high

Good Luck Charlie AU Rhaenicent

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two moms and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future.

For the Disney Channel fans. Also, Aegon is 100% PJ, and Jace is confused as to why Luke has a weird beef with their older neighbor

Good Luck Egg Chapter One: Welcome Egg

Summary: Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future.

Chapter Summary: When his mother goes into labor early Jace struggles to wrangle all his siblings together to get to the hospital and meet their little brother

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jace Velaryon x Sara Snow, Cregan Stark x Helaena Targaryen

Warning: some language

Words: 5,262

A/N: This is high-key written like a sitcom and is Jace-centric (since he's Teddy in this fic), also muña means mother in High Valyrian

The house was mostly quiet for once. The only sound came from the TV, a humming signaled the beginning of the theme song. Rhaenyra turned up the volume enthusiastically. She glanced down at her bowl of strawberry ice and frowned. Taking the whipped cream topping in hand she added more until it was a mountain that buried the ice cream, only then was she satisfied. She took a spoonful and smiled. 

Rhaenyra never felt fully comfortable when she was in her final trimester of pregnancy even when she had done it several times. However, to her, the best thing about being pregnant was that she could eat anything without her wife bringing up how “unhealthy” it was. She could say it was cravings and her wife moved on.

The screen lit up with the colors of her favorite fantasy series. Without hesitation, she took another spoonful. A sharp pain came from her abdomen. 

“Ow”, she huffed. Her eyes went to her stomach. “All your brothers were easy, why aren’t you?”

She swallowed the ice cream and turned back to her TV. Her favorite family drama show was on. She had yet to catch up to the current season like her son had but with the rest of the kids out of the house, she could watch her show without having to worry about them walking into the awkward parts.

Another pain came from her abdomen. She gripped the remote tightly. She winced. Slowly, Rhaenyra turned off the TV and put down her plate. She could barely adjust to sitting on her own couch. Every time she would end up rolling. Gods she forgot how much she hated this feeling. 

“Alicent”, Rhaenyra called.

The sound of boots clicking in the kitchen got her attention and before long, her wife walked into the living room. 

“What is it?” Alicent asked. 

“I’m going into labor”, Rhaenyra sighed.

Alicent’s eyes popped open. “What?! But you’re not due yet!”

“Well take that up with him.” Rhaenyra gestured at her stomach. “Unfortunately, I’m running on his time, not the doctor’s or mine apparently.”

Alicent scanned the couch for her purse. “Okay, okay”, panic edged in her voice. “A bit of a hiccup but it's fine.”

Alicent grabbed the purse which was thrown lazily on the floor. “Okay, I have our stuff here. Do you want me to bring you a robe and slippers?”

Rhaenyra bit in inside of her cheek as another round of pain resurfaced. “We don’t have time for that, my love.”

Alicent helped Rhaenyra to her feet. Rhaenyra threw on her sweater and casually walked toward the door with an anxious Alicent behind her. 

Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder and then smirked. “Ready for baby number eight?”

Alicent was practically shaking. “Gods no, but let’s do this.”

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Jace wanted to throw his controller on the couch. He had lost another video game match with Cregan. His best friend was smiling but he was not. How after so many times playing had he not improved at all? He thought at least with the new combo he had, he thought he could get one victory over Cregan but nothing.

He rolled his eyes at the TV. “This is rigged.”

Cregan threw back his head and laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“This is your game and console. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had done something.”

“I only play games, Jace, I’m not a tech wizard that’s your brother.”

“I bet he did help you.”

A ring broke through the conversation. Cregan picked up his phone but saw his screen was pitch black. 

“Jace, I think it’s yours.”

Jace shuffled through his pocket and pulled out his phone. The word ‘Mom’ lit up the phone. He answered.

His face scrunched a bit in confusion. “Mom, what’s up?”

“Um”, he could hear the nervousness in his mom’s voice. “Your mother went into labor early.”

Jace sat up on the couch. “But I thought the baby wasn’t coming for a least like two weeks. Is Muña okay?”

“Yes. Yes. Your mother is okay.” 

A scream came from the background. “Alicent, can you drive any fucking slower?!”

“I’m talking to Jace”, his mom said.

“Watch the road!”, his muña yelled. 

“I’m trying to”, his mom responded in the calmest voice she could muster. 

“You’re on your way to the hospital, right?” Jace asked.

“Yes, we are. Jace, I’m so sorry to ask this but can you please bring your siblings here? I can’t leave your mother alone.”

Jace nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll get bring them over as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, darling,” his mom said. With that, she hung up.

Jace had wanted to record a film from their short film, but it seemed that would have to wait. He turned toward his friend. “Cregan, I need to borrow your car, it’s for an emergency.”

Cregan sat up. “I heard everything your mom was screaming, let’s go.”

“Believe it or not that’s her calm.”

Cregan threw the car keys at Jace, who caught them with one hand. They got into the car and Jace turned on the engine. He glanced between himself and his friend at their uniforms, it was for their film, but he didn’t have time to change. Whatever.   

“Do you know where you’re going?” Cregan asked. 

Jace nodded. “Yup, theater rehearsal.”

The younger teen was practically speeding until they got to the parking lot of their local high school. It was a weekend so few cars were in the lot when Jace pulled into an empty space. He turned off the car and ran toward the auditorium, with Cregan close behind. The two opened the doors to the building. Inside were other teenagers dressed in costumes reading over a script. Jace scanned the group assembled.

“See 'em?” Cregan asked.

“No.”

Jace opened the doors to the stage. On top of the stage, he saw a couple rehearsing some overly dramatic monologue while staring into each other’s eyes. Behind them was a group of teenagers dressed as fairies with cheap plastic wings. In the corner of the stage, she saw a girl with light hair dressed as a tree. 

“Helaena,” Jace called out.     

The couple stopped monologuing. The guy looked annoyed. “I thought we locked that door.”

Jace smiled awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt, family emergency.”

Helaena in her tree costume made her way down to the stairs. The closer she got the more Jace was struggling to not laugh at his sister’s odd costume. She looked as if she could barely move with her arms stuck at her sides where the trunk of the tree was. 

“Jace, I’m at rehearsal”, Helaena reprimanded softly.

“I know. I know but it’s muña. She went into labor.”

Helaena’s eyes widened. “But I thought she wasn’t due yet.”

“She isn’t but the baby calling the shots here.”

Helaena nodded. “Okay, let me get out of this stupid costume. They can find another tree in the meantime.”

Jace helped Helaena unzip the back and she tossed off the tree costume. Underneath her costume though was a camo jumpsuit, supposedly to match the tree. Jace didn’t bother to bring this up. They raced back to the car. Jace jumped into the driver’s seat but found that Cregan was no longer in his passenger’s seat. The rearview mirror showed he was now in the backseat with his sister. Jace shook his head.

“Hel, do you know where everything else is?”

“Aegon and Daeron are at Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena admitted.

“Ben Blackwood is having a party today?” Jace asked.

“Yes, they didn’t want to tell mom and muña. You have to keep it a secret”, Helaena demanded. 

“Fine. Fine.” Jace then groaned. “Crap. How are we going to find his house?”

Cregan leaned close to Jace. “He lives in Ravenhall.”

“How do you know that?” Jace inquired.

Cregan glanced to see if Helaena wasn’t paying attention. “I used to date his sister, Aly.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “You’ve never brought this up.”

“It was a long time ago.”

Jace sighed then started the car and pulled out of the parking space. As he began driving, he saw Cregan lean closer to Helaena in the rearview mirror. 

Cregan swallowed nervously. “So, are you a big theater person?”

“I like it, so I guess.”

“Cool. Um, what play were you doing?”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, Helaena replied.

“Oh really? My teacher made me read that book for literature. It’s got a lot of freaky magic and stuff.”

Helaena smiled. “I know, right? I think that’s why I like it so much; it stands out from Shakespeare’s other work.”

Cregan smiled. “Yeah, it's awesome.”

Jace wished he could be anywhere else than inside this car and being forced to live through this conversation.

The neighborhood of Ravenhall was luckily close to where the school was. The security guard at the gate was nice and let them in once Jace said they were going to the Blackwood’s. The man asked if they were Brackens and Jace said no. He was confused about what was going on between the Brackens and Blackwoods but that was not the main objective. As Jace got closer to the house, he could see cars surrounding the house. The music from the backyard was playing loud enough that he could hear it from the front. 

“You’d think for a house party, they’d be more lowkey about it.”

Helaena pointed at the fence, suddenly. “Look the gate is open.”

Jace nodded. “Come on let’s these two.”

The three of them slipped through the half-closed gate. When Helaena told him it was a party, Jace had not expected this. There was a bounce house beside the pool where children around the age of ten were playing. A clown was face painting a little kid, while another clown made balloon animals. A pile of presents was in the corner next to a large table with an ocean cake. A banner above spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Sam!’ in big blue bubble letters. 

Jace stared at the scene before him. “Cregan?” 

“Yeah?”

“This is the Blackwood house, right?”

“I swear it is.”

“Helaena?” Jace asked.

“I swear they said they were going to Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena replied.

“This is a kid’s party”, Jace pointed out.

“Um, Jace.” Cregan nudged his rib.

Jace turned and saw Aegon and Daeron sitting in beach chairs beside the pool. Their legs were sprawled out as they laid back on the chairs, juices in hand. Without a word, Jace walked over to them. His older brother, Aegon was quick to notice him. 

“Hey, you were invited too?” Aegon asked.

Jace looked down at his two brothers. Both of them were wearing Hawaiian shirts with cargo pants and straw hats. Their accessories consisted of flip-flops, sunglasses, and a capri-sun in hand. Aegon even had sunscreen on his nose.

Jace sighed. “I don’t have the time to ask you why right, just know you need to come with us.”

“They’re cutting the cake soon, though”, Aegon complained.

“Muña’s having the baby”, Jace said.

Aegon sat up. “Wait, how?”

“I’ll explain in the car.”

The group hastily left through the open gate and shuffled back into Cregan’s car. Jace started the ignition and then turned back to the backseat.

“Okay, where’s Aemond?”

“At a friend’s house”, Daeron mentioned.

“Can you be more specific?” Jace asked.

“That girl he hangs out with, Alys Rivers,” Daeron added.

“Alright we need to hurry, mom and muña should have gotten to the hospital by now.” Jace began speeding down the road. His eyes occasionally went back to the mirror. He caught a look at Aegon and Daeron’s clothing again. 

Jace cleared his throat. “So, are you guys going to explain why you were at a ten-year-old’s birthday party?”

Daeron chuckled while looking at Aegon. “This should be good. Go on tell him.”

Aegon buried his face behind his hands. “So, I heard a rumor that Ben Blackwood was going to have a party this weekend and Blackwood is one of the most popular guys at school…”

Jace asked. “And?” 

“When we were in class, I commented that it sounded cool and that I could help out. He invited me and told me to bring my little brother so he could have fun too. I brought Daeron with me to the Hawaiian pool party he told me about. Turns out it's a party for his little brother, Samwell and when he told me to bring my little brother, he meant to bring Joffrey 'cause they go to the same school.”

Jace bit his hand to hold back a laugh. Unfortunately, a snort escaped. 

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Real funny. Laugh it up.”

Daeron suddenly stood up from his seat. “Wait Jace, that’s her neighborhood, you’re passing by it!”

“Shit!” Jace gripped the wheel and abruptly turned it without warning. 

Daeron who was standing, hit his head against the roof of the car. Aegon crashed into Daeron’s chest and then Helaena fell against Cregan. He immediately heard sounds of pain form the backseat. Jace was sure whatever he pulled was illegal, but he frankly didn’t care. However, he didn’t hear the end of it from his siblings until they arrived at the front door of Alys’ apartment. 

Jace knocked on the front door, impatiently. 

The person who answered was just as irritated as him. A guy wearing a long green cloak and riding boots glared at him. “What do you want?”

“Is Aemond here?” Jace almost growled.

The guy sneered. “We’re in the middle of something.”

Cregan stepped in front of Jace. “Let me handle this.”

The Stark was much taller than Jace despite the fact he was only a year older. His gray eyes bore down at the guy. “Either get Aemond or move out of the way.”

The guy was shaking when he turned over his shoulder. “Aemond.”

Aemond came around the corner. “Has the food arrived? Shall we finally feast?”

His older brother’s face fell when he saw them. Jace stared wide-eyed. Whatever annoyance he felt before was gone. His brother wore a long wig with an eye patch covering his right eye. He was wearing black pants, a black leather tunic, and a black leather trench coat. By his side was a fake sword attached to a belt. Aegon was the first to say something.

“Is that a wig?” He asked while slowly raising his phone to take a picture.

Aemond looked horrified. “What are you doing here?”

“Muña’s going into labor”, Jace explained.

Aemond stepped forward. “Now? Is she alright? Did mom get her to the hospital?”

“Yes, and we need to go”, Jace expressed.

Aemond nodded. “Okay.” 

“But my Prince, we need you for the campaign”, the guy said.

Aegon was trying to keep in his laughter. “Prince?”

Aemond sighed. “Sorry, family emergency comes first.”

Jace knew they didn’t have time to continue this argument and closed the door on the guy. 

“Car, now”, he directed his siblings. 

They didn’t need to be told twice. Aemond rushed to the passenger’s side while everyone else went to the backseat again. 

Jace took one look at his older brother. “Before we leave…a campaign?”

“And cosplay?” Daeron asked from behind. 

“It’s not cosplay, it’s for an original character”, Aemond explained.

“So, an OC?” Daeron asked.

Aegon furrowed his brows. “How do you know what that is?”

Daeron crossed his arms. “No reason.”

“Is that from the fantasy show you and Muña watch?” Helaena asked with a smile.

Aemond avoided looking at them. “Yes.”

Jace smiled. “Hey, at least you’re hanging with friends.”

Aegon leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, wait till we tell mom and muña when we get to the hospital now that everyone’s here.”

Aemond glanced back at the mirror to take in those present. Then he looked at Jace. Slowly, Jace’s brown eyes widened. 

“Oh my god, we’re still missing Luke and Joffrey!” Jace yelled.

Aemond stared in disbelief. “I thought you already got them.”

“Obviously not! Do you see them in the trunk?”

Aegon actually turned back to look inside the trunk. “Yup not there.”

Cregan looked at the Targaryen. “You thought I would put them in the trunk?”

“I mean saves space. Also, Luke deserves it depending on the day, especially when he’s always messing with the neighbor.”

Jace straightened up. “Wait. Wait. Say that again.”

“He’s always messing with the neighbor?”

Jace started the car. “I know where Luke is.”

“Terrorizing Ms. Velaryon, no doubt”, Aemond sighed. 

Jace made it quickly to the house. He refused to get out of the car and Aemond opted to be the one to knock on the front door. From what Jace could see from across the street, their neighbor, Ms. Velaryon answered the door. Her usual scowl was on her features when she opened the door. Aemond said something before she went back inside though curiously left the door open. Not even a minute went by when she came out dragging Luke by the collar of his shirt. His younger brother had a smirk on the entire time as she seemed to complain to Aemond about Luke. Eventually, she closed the door and Aemond walked with Luke back to the car.

Jace lowered his window as they approached. “Do I even want to know?”  

Aemond tilted his head. “Apparently, he broke in through her cat’s door and tried to ‘prank’ her by putting blue hair dye in one of her hats.”

Jace shifted to his younger brother. “Luke?”

“She said blue is her favorite color, I don’t see the problem.”

Jace looked at Aemond who was back inside the car. “He didn’t dye her hair, right?”

Aemond looked over his shoulder. “No. Ask him what happened instead.”

Jace turned at Luke. For the most part, his brother looked fine. His shirt was a bit wrinkled from where Ms. Velaryon grabbed his collar. However, his shoes were fine as was his baseball cap. Jace’s eyes narrowed. Luke’s curls weren’t sticking out of the cap. He couldn’t see his brother’s hair at all. It was all tucked inside.

“Luke, the cap.”

Slowly, his brother reached for the cap and took it off, revealing a head full of blue hair.

Aemond sighed. “Yup.”

“I might have mixed up the hats I was supposed to dye”, Luke elaborated.

 Jace could only stare. A moment passed before he turned back to the road and shifted the gears into drive. 

“Where’s Joff?” was all he felt like asking anymore.

“Mom mentioned that he was at a field day event”, Luke answered.

Jace picked up his phone and began to call someone as they made their way to the park where Joffrey was having his field day. As they approached the park, Jace saw the crowd gathered. He stepped out of the car and ran toward the group. The children were wearing different colors from their respective teams. Joffrey was sitting on a bench with a teenage girl beside him. His brother was wearing a jersey with the name Targaryen on it. However, dirt had gotten on the jersey, his shorts, shoes, and somehow his face.

Jace smiled at the girl. “Hey, thanks for helping me get Joffrey.”

The girl smiled in return. “You don’t have to worry about it, I didn’t mind especially with Rickon participating in this too.”

Jace glanced at her shirt. Team Stark was written in silver letters.

“You guys winning?”

“Well, sort of.”

“What do you mean? You’re always good at sports.”

“Sadly, the sign-up age was from seven to ten, so I missed the mark”, she joked. “Instead, I’m on water bottle and moral support duty.” 

Jace chuckled. “Maybe next time I can come and be the moral support of the moral support?”

He wanted to smack himself. God that sounded so stupid. 

She leaned close and gave him Joffrey’s backpack. For a second, their fingers touched. “Definitely would like the support next time.”

Jace nodded while he tried to ignore his heart beating in his ears. “Yeah, of course, I’ll see you soon, Sara.”

Sara gave a smile. “See you soon, Jace.”

Jace watched as she walked away by the time she left his sight, Jace realized Joffrey was halfway to the car. He rushed after his brother. Once he got into the car, Jace mentally counted the people inside the car. He had managed to get the last of his siblings. Now, they could go meet up with their mothers.

The hospital was busy when they got there. Jace, his siblings, and Cregan passed by dozens of patients in the waiting room. He walked up to the nurse in the front.

“We’re here to visit, Rhaenyra Targaryen. She’s having a baby”, Jace explained.

The nurse glanced at the seven other people who he was with. “Sorry, I can’t allow that many people inside of the room while she’s in labor.”

“But we’re her kids”, Jace insisted.

This time the nurse’s eyes bulged, and she again glanced at the large group. Jace recognized the surprise in her eyes. He was used to it, being in a big family and such. Now his muña was going to have an eighth. 

“I’m sorry I still can’t allow all of you inside during the labor.”

“What about like two of us?” He asked.

“Okay but only two.”

Jace turned back to his siblings. “Guys I’m going to check up on Muña and Mom, Aemond are you going too?” 

Aemond glanced at Joffrey who was standing in front of the vending machine. “Yeah, someone just keep an eye on him.”     

Jace and Aemond went down the hallway and found the room fairly quickly. Jace opened the door. His muña was lying on a bed while wearing a hospital gown and his mom was sitting in a chair beside her. Upon hearing the door creak open they both turned to him and Aemond. His muña gave him her usual bright wide smile.

“Jace. Aemond. You’re both here.” She reached out her arms. 

Jace hugged her followed by Aemond. His mom stood from her chair then captured both of them in a hug.

“Oh Gods, I’m so glad you made it. Are the rest of your siblings here too?” His mom asked.   

“They’re in the waiting room”, Aemond said.

His muña rubbed her belly. “That’s good. That’s good.”

“How’s everything been?” Jace inquired.

“Um”, his mom fidgeted with her nail. 

Jace’s stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.

“The doctor is running late”, his mom explained.

“What do you mean running late?” Jace asked. “I’ve been running around trying to get everyone here, if anything I should be considered running late. How is he running late?”

“There was an accident on the highway and he’s stuck in traffic”, his muña expressed wearily. 

“Wait but if he’s not here what happens?” Aemond asked.

“The nurses will have to help”, his muña said.

Jace scoffed. “So, the guy who we’ve been seeing for nine months for this exact delivery isn’t even here?”

“Jace, it's fine I’ve done this before. You have one example here and the others in the waiting room. I’ll be fine.”

She winced for a moment. “Just wait outside, don’t worry about me.”

Jace begrudgingly went outside and Aemond closed the door behind them. When they walked back into the waiting room, Jace excused himself and went outside toward the vending machine. Outside was fairly empty. Jace wanted to hit the machine, shake it, anything. He couldn’t just stand there and be useless when something bad might happen to his muña.

He wanted the machine to just swallow his dollar and give nothing back. He wanted a reason to take out his anger on the machine. That didn’t happen. The machine dropped a bag of candy. Jace roughly pulled it out.

“Didn’t know you were that serious about candy.”

Jace turned around to see Cregan had followed him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the waiting room?” Jace asked.

“Shouldn’t you? It’s your family.”

Jace looked away. “I just needed a minute.”

“Something happen?”

“You shouldn’t worry about it. I already dragged you into enough as is.”

“Okay, first of all, drop the bullshit, Jace. I let you take my car and went to go with you. I wasn’t dragged into anything. Call me crazy but I like hanging out with you and your family. And also, as your future brother-in-law-”

Jace scoffed.

Cregan looked offended but only cleared his throat. “I repeat as your future brother-in-law, your family is going to be my family too, so they concern me too.”

Jace shook his head with an amused smile. “Right your future mother-in-laws.”

“Exactly. So, what’s up?”

Jace shifted his gaze. “The doctor’s running late.”

“How late?”

“Might not get here in time late.”

“Crap. Okay. Okay. What’s his name?”

“Dr. Gerardys. Why?”

“Jace, just let me handle it,” Cregan assured.

Jace made a face. “What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Everything you say makes me even more worried.”

Cregan put his hand on Jace’s shoulder. “Jace, for once let me help you.”

“Fine just don’t do anything like…illegal.”

“Says the one that made an illegal U-turn earlier.”

“That was a different scenario.”

Cregan rolled his eyes. “Sure.” His gray eyes shifted. “In the meantime, you might want to talk to Joff.” 

“Why?”

Cregan gestured over past the vending machine. Joffrey sat alone in a seat, staring at his lap.

Jace nodded at Cregan. The two parted before Jace approached Joffrey. He sat beside his youngest sibling. Joff wouldn’t look at anything beside his lap, tough.

“Hey, what are you doing here by yourself?” Jace asked gently. “Everyone else is inside the waiting room.”

Joffrey kept his arms crossed. “Waiting for the baby, I know”, he said bitterly.

Jace immediately knew what was wrong. “You’re upset about the baby.”

“Why did Muña and Mom have another baby? We were just fine before. Now when they have a baby, they’ll only pay attention to him. Everyone else is always busy. Aegon likes to go out with his ‘cool’ friends, Helaena comes home late from her play stuff, Aemond tells me I wouldn’t understand his shows, Daeron does his martial arts and soccer every day, Luke is always planning some prank on Ms. Velaryon, and you’re out with Cregan making your films. With the baby, you’ll forget about me even more than you already do.”

Jace faced his brother. “Joff, that isn’t true. Look, if I’m being honest, I was caught off guard by the baby too. However, even if I’m a bit nervous, I know that I’ll love him just like I love you.”

Joffrey continued to pout. 

“We don’t forget you, Joff. We just have our own things sometimes and can get caught up in them. But you’re still our little brother.”

“You won’t forget about me?”

“Never.”

“Even if I got third place in the field day today?”

“Hey, third place out of twenty isn’t bad.”   

Joff finally smiled. “I won at tug of war with my team.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I accidentally threw dirt at someone on the other team.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “How do you accidentally throw dirt?”

“I mean I said it was an accident.”

Jace stared at his brother. “An accident?”

“Yeah. I also accidentally stepped on someone else’s foot.”

“I’m starting to think these aren’t accidents.”

Joffrey giggled. Jace just ruffled his dirty hair. 

“Want to go back inside the waiting room?” Jace asked.

Joff nodded.

When they walked back to the waiting room, Jace sat next to Helaena while Joffrey rested his head on his shoulder. Eventually, Cregan came back inside from wherever he was and sat on the other side of Helaena. They waited in the office for fifteen minutes before the door to the waiting was slammed open. A man in a white lab coat hastily ran down the halls. Jace sat up. It was Dr. Gerardys. 

Jace turned toward his brother, Aemond. “He’s here.”

Aemond sighed. “Thank the Gods.” 

Jace leaned back into his chair. The stress left his body when he allowed himself to relax his muscles. Half an hour went by when a nurse called their last name. Jace gently awoke Joffrey, who had fallen asleep. 

Helaena took Joffrey by the hand and walked ahead toward the hospital room. Aemond followed behind with Aegon and Daeron, whose flip-flops squeaked against the white glossy tiles. Luke walked just ahead of Jace and Cregan.

“I’m surprised the doctor got here so fast”, Jace commented to himself. 

“A little bit of persuading helps move things along”, Cregan mused.

Jace turned to his best friend and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

“A little bit of persuading.”

“What did you do? And should I be concerned that it was illegal?”

“I just grabbed his business card at the front desk and gave him a call.”

“What did you say on the call?”

“I may have said something along the lines of a car accident being the least of his concerns if he’s late.” 

“You didn’t. Cregan, you didn’t.”

“Motivation helps.”

Jace rubbed his temple. “Oh, my Gods.”

“Jace, hurry”, Helaena called.

They shuffled inside the hospital room. His mom was sitting beside the bed with a smile on her features. She gestured for them to get close. His muña was sweaty with her hair slightly tied as she held a bundle in her arms. Her eyes gleamed when she saw them enter the room. 

“Kids, come over here”, she beckoned. “Come meet your baby brother.”

They approached her side. Jace smiled when he saw him. The blue blanket did little to hide his face. His tiny cheeks were red and round. His eyes were closed shut as he slept. His fingers were wrapped around his muña’s gown. Small strands of light hair were on the top of his head.

“Do you have a name for him?” Jace asked softly.

“We were actually talking about that”, his mom replied.

His muña scoffed playfully. “We can think about that later, let’s get a picture of the whole family.”

His mom scanned the room. “Oh, Gods where did I put that camera?”

Cregan grabbed the camera from a seat. “I got it.”

His muña smiled gently. “Cregan, would it be alright if you took a picture?”

Cregan smiled. “Got you, Mrs. T.”

All of his siblings stood on both sides of his muña as she and his mom presented the baby in her arms. 

Cregan grinned. “Say cheese.” 

Jace smiled with his family. A flash went off. 

“You guys look great”, Cregan commented as he looked at the photo.

The door creaked as a nurse came in. Jace watched the color slowly drain from her face as she saw them. Jace looked back at his family. He had nearly forgotten Aegon and Daeron’s beach attire, Aemond’s eye patch, Helaena’s camo jumpsuit, Luke’s blue hair, Joffrey’s dirtied appearance, and his and Cregan’s shirts from their film.

“Hi”, his mom greeted the nurse. “Would it be alright if you took a picture of all of us?” She looked at his friend. “Cregan, get in the photo.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cregan rushed to take a spot by their side.

The nurse took the camera. Her face looked less than impressed with the family.

Joffrey was looking down at their news addition when he out loud he said, “He kind of looks like an egg. That’s what I’m going to call him, Egg.”

Jace gave an amused smile as the camera flashed. 

The nurse sighed. “Good luck Egg, you’re going to need it.”

Dragon-Shifter Rhaenicent AU Lore

Original AU is this post for context

Despite the fact that they had come to Dragonstone two hundred years following the Doom of Valyria, the name Targaryen was not one known by the people of Westeros. House Targaryen was the only family of dragonlords to escape the Doom with the blood running through their veins giving them the ability to change from man to dragon. The people of Westeros had seen dragons flying above the sky on the island but no one dared to get close. Over time, that became the story, dragons lived on the isolated island. No men. Just dragons.

The humans in Westeros have thus given names to the dragons they have spotted over the years, unaware of the other form laying in wait underneath the scales.

Rhaenyra Targaryen is the eldest of her father, Viserys, the self-proclaimed king of Dragonstone. Her mother died in childbirth when she was quite young. Her father's hasty marriage only a few months later caused her to run away, during this period many humans reported sightings of her near Oldtown. The realm knows her as a somewhat small curious yellow dragon named Syrax.

Aegon Targaryen is the eldest son of Viserys, king of Dragonstone. He and his younger siblings are the product of Viserys' second marriage to a human woman. While rare, these unions would take place if no other female dragons were alive. Aegon has rarely flown to the seven kingdoms in years after his mother's death. The realm knows him only as a beautiful golden dragon named Sunfyre.

Helaena Targaryen is the second daughter of Viserys Targaryen of Dragonstone. While her mother was human, Helaena is the only Targaryen who has the gift of prophecy, a rare but valued trait in dragons, though there are times she keeps these prophecies to herself for unknown reasons. The realm knows her as a quiet pale blue dragon named Dreamfyre.

Aemond Targaryen is the second son of the king of Dragonstone, Viserys. During a flight, a then-young Aemond was attacked and shot in the eye with an arrow, the injury left him without an eye in his human form, as a dragon he kept his eye intact but is still blind in it. The people of the realm fear him as a massive disgruntled dragon named Vhagar.

Daeron Targaryen is the youngest child of King Viserys Targaryen. Unlike his siblings, he doesn't remember his human mother and this fuels his curiosity about humans. He and his half-sister Rhaenyra venture to the realm most often compared to the others in House Targaryen. Humans know him as the swift cobalt blue dragon, Tessarion.

Viserys Targaryen is the fifth king of the Targaryen dynasty in Dragonstone, while his ancestors came two centuries ago they had not cemented themselves into the world of man until Aegon the 1st. Viserys took the Lady Aemma to wed but following her death in childbirth, he swiftly stole away a lady from the reach to marry. The decision came at the cost of his relationship with his eldest child, Rhaenyra, and the death of his second wife after years of being miserable, cost him his relationship with his other children. He has not been named by the realm as he has not been spotted by humans.

My Babysitter's a Vampire HOTD AU

Jace has visions of a future soon to come. His brother Luke has the ability to cast spells. The shy kid at school, Aemond, suddenly becomes more outgoing and confident. One of his friends, Aegon, seems to be more energetic than usual. Jace is also ninety percent sure that his little brother Joffrey's babysitter is a vampire.

Had this idea in my head for days. Still don't know who would be Sarah🤔

My Babysitter's a Vampire HOTD AU Moodboards Extended

The original post for some context

Jace Velaryon based on Ethan

His unique ability came to fruition only recently, with strange blurred images appearing every now and again. Jace is a seer who has visions of the future through physical touch. He has a crush on his little brother Joffrey's babysitter, though he quickly finds out that she and others in his school are vampires. However, it seems that the supernatural creatures in town aren't limited to just vampires. Sometimes they get out of hand, threatening to cause chaos in the small town, that's where he and his friends come in.

Luke Velaryon based on Benny

Being a spell caster was apparently something that ran in the family, though it seemed to have skipped a generation before landing on him. His estranged grandmother, Rhaenys, a former spell caster herself gave him a spellbook to master his powers, though spell casting is not as simple as he initially thought. Luke quickly found out, however, that it does come in handy when he and his brother Jace find themselves against monsters.

Aegon Targaryen based on Rory

Though once a human, he was turned into a vampire by his brother Aemond during an episode of extreme thirst. However, Aegon didn't mind his transformation and if anything found a sense of freedom in his newfound abilities. Being able to fly and have fast reflexes has its perks, after all. The blood-sucking thing wasn't even bothersome for him. Occasionally, he helps his friends Jace and Luke whenever other monsters appear in their town, which surprisingly is often.

Aemond Targaryen based on Erica

Once a quiet and studious teenager after being bitten Aemond changed. He would argue for the better though his friends would say that was debatable. As a vampire, he's more confident and assertive though with a penchant for snark. Interestingly, the supernatural creatures in town don't end with him and his brother, Aegon. He doesn't know where they're coming from but he's willing to help Jace and Luke with getting rid of them especially if they irritate him.

Mama Mia! Rhaenicent AU

Don't have any story behind it, just vibes🏖️🌊👰

Rhaenicent Vacation AU

Alicent planned the trip months in advance but things fall apart quickly on the car ride there. Their seven kids are either arguing with each other or complaining the entire way there with the exception of Helaena.

They arrive to the hotel and Alicent believes everything will be fine the next day when they get to the park. The opposite actually.

The kids are somehow even more angry at each other as they park into Magic Kingdom. Then Aegon and Jace angrily exclaim that they are not leaving the car. Rhaenyra who has been silently driving the family around the entire trip, finally snaps. She goes into a huge rant about how “We’re gonna have fun today, okay!!! If you have any problems you are fixing them right now in this car because Disney is the happiest place on Earth and happiness took a lot to plan!!!”

The kids go silent but eventually, they forget the outburst when they see the characters at the entrance. Alicent is both shocked but also very attracted to her wife right now, meanwhile, Rhaenyra just wants to angrily chomp on funnel cake.

Probably going to write this out as a one-shot in July

Rockstar and Journalist Rhaenicent AU

Rhaenyra Targaryen is one of the most famous singers in the world. As a seasoned rockstar, she's part of the band, House of the Dragon, with her four half-siblings. Just as she's about to embark on a country-wide tour, she is approached by a journalist named Alicent. Rhaenyra doesn't see any harm in allowing the journalist to travel with the band on their tour, after all, she might even enjoy Alicent's company.

Alicent Hightower is a journalist from an up-and-coming magazine. The world is infatuated with Rhaenyra Targaryen and she wants to get the scoop as her band gets ready to go on their biggest tour yet. She offers to travel with the rockstar while keeping a professional distance, even promising to omit any personal details Rhaenyra wouldn't like. She is ecstatic when the star agrees. She'll get her scoop and maybe might like being on the road with Rhaenyra.

It's only a few months on the road together before they part ways. Surely they can remain professional during the tour, right?

Also kind of set in the 70s

Rhaenicent Eros and Psyche AU

Princess Alicent is a lonely girl, who has rejected suitor after suitor, finding no happiness in her life. Unbeknownst to her, she has angered a God after her beauty is compared to that of divine beings. Another Goddess, Rhaenyra, is sent to serve the mortal princess her punishment. Everything is going to plan until Rhaenyra sees her and falls madly in love with the princess.

A DRAGON’S TOUCH

(HOTD FIC)

☆ 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 (in-depth explanation inside)

☆ 𝗢𝗖!𝗕𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘅 𝗢𝗖!𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻

☆ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝑩lack Bisexual FMC, 𝑩i F/M Couple, F/F, 𝑩oy Falls First And Harder, 𝑺tabby Women With Blood On Their Hands, 𝐖ild Dragons, 𝑴orally Grey Characters, 𝑫ragon Dreams, 𝑻ouch Her And Die (Quite Literal), 𝑬veryone's A Little Gay, 𝑭amily Rivalry, 𝑺teal Your Man And Your Dream, 𝑺trong Female Characters & 𝑺oft Female Characters With A Strong Heart, 𝑪annibalistic Rituals & Beliefs. 𝙋𝙇𝙐𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂!

𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: Mature

↳ vulgar language, violence & gore, murder & death, eventual explicit sexual content, acts of war, incest, sexual themes, dragons eat people too, + more overall mature subjects not suited for younger audiences

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< Read The First Five Chapters Posted Here >

Chapter One | Toland

Chapter Two | State Your House

Chapter Three | King’s Landing

Chapter Four | Red In Many Forms

Chapter Five | Ladies Of The Court

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Where To Read It ?

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𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

<content inside are rated mature+ and not suited for minors>

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T H E O R I G I N A L S

↳ Warm-Blooded

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H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N

↳ A Dragon’s Touch

𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 4.4k~

warnings: violence/mild gore, death, prostitution (living at a brothel), strong vulgar language, Targaryen/Dornish mixed bastard, mentions of sexual themes & crushing on an older man (slight grooming), and overall mature setting for mature (18+) audience.

a/n: this is the 1st chapter of my AU HOTD longfic featuring my Black OC. It’s also my first ever posting a fic on here so If there’s more I should add to my warnings that I skipped or whatever, please let me know.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲 | 𝗧𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫, letting the air within her lungs expand and release through her lips as she listened to the earth move around; the brushing wind as hot as a blowing breath and the sun, beating down sweat against her deep brown skin that clung her dirty beige shirt like water and clay. What was once loosely fitting, now tight and wet.

        The wooden bow she made for herself rested at her side. Her sweaty fingers covered in dry sand curled around the thin string and held the arrow in place to release whenever.

        With her shoulders tensed and ears open, Sylvia stepped over browning leaves and hopped rock to rock to cover her footprints. Yanis' words replayed in her head, reminding the girl to move with the earth and not of the ground. She never understood his silly sayings but loved the way it sounded off his tongue. Proof he cared for her more than he led on.

        She stood on the heels of her worn-out boots when leaves shuffled somewhere to the left. Backing against the tree, a clear view of an antelope with pointy antlers chewed on plants. A beautiful brown creature it was. Sylvia lifted her bow and leveled the sturdy weapon with the tip of her nose. Stretching the arrow as far back as it could, she released it and allowed the wind to carry the rest.

        The antelope fell.

        Sylvia lowered the splinter-prone bow with a victorious smile suppressing her youthful face.

        "Yes!"

        She jumped off the rocks and followed wet trails of a failed escape, finding her prey bleeding out with an arrow sticking out its head. Using her foot to help pull out the arrow, even more blood poured. Its legs twitched.

        "How did I do?" Sylvia asked, wiping its blood along her trousers, still too big for her waist.

        Over her shoulder stood Yanis, leaning against a towering tree with his arms across his ash brown attire, head slightly tilted, with not one spec of shared delight. His expression was more grim, disappointed. He jumped off the hill in one clean movement and headed toward her. Even then, Sylvia couldn't stop the blood from rushing her cheeks.

        There was a reason women fancied Yanis. Besides his thick accent, his adventurous encounters around the world, and the obvious fact that Dornish people were most beautiful, he was perfect. Glistening golden skin, thick dark curls reaching his neck, deep mud-brown eyes. A skilled swordsman, a former knight, a true seeker of the world, and a great lover—which she only knew because he'd spend his leisure time at pleasure houses, one where she and her mother resided.

        Women loved when Yanis came around. He had the power of making those around him feel beautiful and loved inside and out. It was why her cheeks burned often, why her pulse spiked and warm tingles were felt between her thighs—she liked him. A lot. He made her feel both beautiful and loved despite her unique features.

        Silver hair.

        Grey eyes.

        Scales.

        The scales she bore since a babe weren't any ordinary scales often mistaken as Greyscale—they were dragon scales.

        They stretched along the center of her left cheek to her chin and scattered her neck on the same side. Few along the blade of her left shoulder, and back thighs. Black as the night sky but shined a dark shade of purple and blue even green against the rising sun or close-up. Thick loose curls white as fresh fallen snow with a warm undertone. Eyes grey like pouty clouds during a terrible storm with a mauve tint mixed into the pallet, known when it's bright out. And to those who have yet compared her to a monster or an unknown disease, she was quite a beauty. But hid her feminine frame beneath men's clothing and her beauty, beneath a black scarf.

        Unlike a mother who cuddled her children from the dangers of the world and left unprepared in a life that waited for no one, Sylvia knew herself well. She's a bastard. Her father whom gifted her uniqueness, Daemon Targaryen, was prince of Dragonstone and a commander. He fought wars for the king, his brother who ruled the Seven Kingdoms, and won. A fearless warrior with a heart of stone, skin of burning fire, hands stained of innocent blood, and a stare that lugs fear. But he was kind too. At least to her mother, he was. He granted her knowledge of his world during his stay in Dorne and sought only her comfort before he left.

        There is pride in what you are, Sylvia's mother often reminded. And she was proud of her inheritance. To be born a bastard with royal blood in her veins made her feel special even if her father knew not if she existed. Yet, not too prideful that she must cover herself so as not to stand out.

        There weren't any white-haired people in Toland. None with grey eyes or dry scales. They were all of black and brown with black and brown hair and black and brown eyes. Sylvia stood out regardless.

        "Sloppy." Yanis replied.

        "Sloppy?" Sylvia repeated with much distaste. "I killed it with a clean shot! What do you mean I was sloppy?"

        He snatched the arrow from her hand. And instead of wiping it clean as he normally did, he pointed the sharp end toward the stain on her trousers, careful not to pierce her. Blood.

        "That is what's sloppy. Might as well admit your guilt while its blood still drips wet. Because you are a woman, no one would expect you to be strong enough to kill a man. That is why no evidence of your kill should lead its trail back to you unless you wish yourself an early grave." He tapped the rounded side of the arrow against her forehead with two taps. "Keep that in mind. Your body can't please everyone, but your skills can build a kingdom. Your blood is a kingdom."

        Sylvia rubbed her forehead, no care for his words. "That is why I have you to teach me this stuff."

        "Only because of your silver hair do I give you the time and day."

        Sylvia drew blank as Yanis curled his finger around a loose strand of her white hair. His tall frame hovered like a tree shading the sun as his breath blew warm against her burning cheeks.

        Her brows rose with mild shock at his obvious response. "Is that so?"

        "It is," Yanis said, and while she knew he was teasing, there was a vein of seriousness beneath his voice.

        "And that is all?"

        Stepping closer to minimize the gap, Sylvia looked into his eyes for more than he offered. A sign that all this hunting and pointless preparation for whatever reason was in fact courting with an end goal of being wedded. Why else would he choose to stay in a shithole for five years when the world called for him? Why else would he tease her with gentle touching, even once almost kissed her, and profess his need to protect her from the dangers ahead?

        He must know his power over her. How her body responded to everything that involved him. And if not a coward, Sylvia would have stood on her toes to kiss him. To end this vacancy and choose their future for them.

        Sylvia had recently turned nine-and-ten years (19) and he was six-and-twenty (26). Still a maiden, still young enough to birth children though she was crossing the line of being considered too old to marry, and they got along well. He was the only man at her side, the only she wanted to keep forever.

        But as affectionate as Yanis was, he was naturally nice and welcoming which was why Sylvia failed to decipher between the two. It was why she couldn't kiss him no matter how desperately she wanted to.

        The corner of his lips tugged upward. "That is all."

        Yanis didn't look at her but was rather intrigued by her hair, as he stated once too many times.

        "If my hair intrigues you so much, why not take me as your wife so our children may share the same trait?" Sylvia boldly asked, and at that, Yanis chuckled. She could tell he saw her as a child and not a woman. "Don't let my clothes fool you, I'm a woman through and through. A woman who will need a husband. A husband who not only provides and protects, but a husband who knows how to fuck."

        His chuckle grew into a full-blown laughing fit, as though what she said was funny. Even Sylvia was convinced and didn't know how to react besides copying him. Her teeth were shown, slightly parted, yet nothing came out. She possibly appeared more confused than humored. This wasn't a laughing matter. . .was it?

        "And what do you know about fucking? You're still a virgin, yes?" Yanis' laughter never died and it was starting to irritate her.

        "Yes."

        "Then what do you know?"

        Untouched by a man, but not by a woman. Not that it was important or he needed to know.

        "So teach me." Sylvia flung her arms around his neck, his beautiful head of curls soft beneath her fingers, and they were now inches from kissing. "Teach me how to fuck. Teach me as your wife. You obviously know more than I do, why keep it to yourself? Why waste another second on hunting when the prey you seek stands before you, ready to be consumed?"

        If her mother was standing in this very predicament, watching her daughter fling herself onto a man, she'd be gravely disappointed. It was the man who should do the chasing, not the woman. Her mother taught her better than that. How to lure a man without outwardly doing so. Be seductive while being seduced. Speak of lies with small truths, enough to gain his trust and feel as though she would have his back against the world. Know her options, and within those options, know which games to play to keep a roof over their heads and a man running back for more. For only a woman can do so much, but a man with wealth and power can open true doors to eternal happiness.

        But Yanis wasn't a game. He was just a man Syliva wanted.

        She was almost tempted he would finally give in and make her his. . .until he was no longer laughing, a grim expression overtook despite his smiling attempt that grew smaller and smaller. Until he removed her arms from his neck and placed them at her side. Until he realized there was no enjoyment from his humor because she wasn't teasing, she was serious.

        "Cover this up." Cold air rushed between as he removed himself from Sylvia's vicinity, and she frowned, feeling embarrassed and an ache in her chest unable to decipher. "Help me get this to the butcher, then we and the house shall feast tonight."

        He took Sylvia's bow and arrow to bury in the bushes—a spot they picked together—and bent to grab a strong hold of the antelope's antlers to drag. Her black scarf was back over her head to hide her braided hair and wrapped around her face with only her eyes showing.

        Sylvia then helped drag the antelope to the town's butcher without another word or rash confession. Once the animal had been dropped off, Yanis instructed her back home before her mother grew worried, not that it would be a problem as she was to be washing and drying sheets outside before he distracted her.

        She quickly unpinned sheets drying under the sun and shoved them in the straw basket where it was last left. Rushed into the white-bricked house built three floors high, hoping she wouldn't run into Madame Marget and her pissy mood swings. The smell of sex and shitty ale burned her nostrils, passing various rooms of laughter and moans of pleasure, even those who didn't have time to make it to a room.

        It was a house that attracted men and women from around the world when docking at Toland either to trade, hide from their crimes, or stop for supplies to be on their merry way. Sylvia loved when outsiders would visit. She'd listen to drunk stories of their world and silly customs and marital problems and wars that were waged on bets, pride, and revenge, learning more from them than her own mother.

        As she hurried room from room replacing dirty sheets—god knows what substances were spilled whether it was vomit, bodily fluids, blood, alcohol, and worse—with clean sheets, the basket fumbled out of Sylvia's grip when she bumped into someone exiting a nearby room.

        "S-sorry," Sylvia was quick on her knees shoving the sheets back into the basket. She kept her head lowered not to attract any unwanted attention. As she was taught; when your head is kept down, no curiosities are to be made.

        The blazing sun stitched delicately along the hem of the man's shirt was clear indication he was a man of status. A man who could do great harm just for the fun of it, if his peaceful day was ruined.

        Kissing his teeth, he kicked at the basket which tilted everything out again. "Watch it, boy." He insulted as he took his leave. The musk of sex lingered behind.

        And the breath she held finally released itself.

        Another pair of brown hands decided to help with the mess. "No need. I can do so my—" Sylvia's words choked down her throat when her mother stood before her. "—mother."

        Her sheer dress of yellow hung off her shoulders, the roundness of her brown nipples pinched through the fabric, and her loose curls hung lushly at the blades of her shoulders. The deepened crease between her soft brows conveyed disappointment, yet Sylvia had no idea what she had against her now.

        "Have you gone hunting with that man again?"

        Well, that was something to hold against her.

        To avoid the conversation and further disappointment, Sylvia shoved the sheets into the basket with one big scoop. The basket hugging her chest as she stood. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Been busy with chores all day." She lied with ease, rushing to get away from her.

        But she grabbed at her trousers. "And this?"

        Sylvia didn't need to follow her gaze to the smeared blood, evidence which Yanis advised earlier.

        "I told you to stay away from Yanis," now she remembered his name. How funny. "Yes, he is handsome and treats the women here well, as he is wise with his words. But I don't like the way he looks at you. Or the fact he knows about. . ." Her narrowing eyes completed the sentence.

        About her defects. Which she was to be proud of, but couldn't if she was to be treated like a creature of the night.

        "All the women here share the secret of my white hair, so what if one more person knows?" Sylvia slipped her trousers from her grasp and continued her journey to the kitchens. Her mother tagged along. "And I don't like the fact you fuck him knowing I l—" She caught herself from spilling truths. "—that I meet with him every now and then."

        "This is my job, Sylvia. My life. Our survival. And he pays for my services as he has paid for countless women here. Should I turn him down?"

        "Yes."

        Sylvia picked up her steps.

        "Sylvia," her mother called. When she didn't stop the first time, her mother then grabbed her hand and forced her to look into her brown, sadden eyes. "I don't wish to fight with you, I am sorry. I failed to consider your feelings and I will do better. Do you truly hate me?"

        Of course, Sylvia could never truly hate her mother for what she does to provide for them. She was born and raised in this house, therefore, her world was only within these walls. But was she selfish to want more? To experience more? To see more of the world that has yet been discovered in her gaze?

        That was what Yanis gave Sylvia—hope. The many people who visited the small town of cultured backgrounds which lies at the mouth of Greenblood River, gave her hope.

        She held no judgment toward her mother's sacrifices nor her promiscuous lifestyle. Beautiful inside and out and quite young when Syliva was born, the two almost like sisters, she was everything to her and most girls here. But she has wondered. . .if she wasn't like most children who would drown in discomfort and with shame to learn their mother fucks men and women at any time of the day, and often in the bed they slept in. To hear conversations of lovers who described her skills in detailed manners, or seeing nothing but balls and tits daily.

        But it was just them. Sylvia and her mother.

        And when one was born into a life that seemed no more than ordinary, it was hard to view it as. . .unordinary.

        With a sigh, Sylvia leaned forward to kiss her mother's cheek. "No, I could never hate you. I just don't see why you hate Yanis so much."

        "I don't wish my life to be yours, Sylvia. Why do you think you're scrubbing floors, washing pissy sheets, and cleaning up after shitty men until your nails are weak and bones brittle? If the madam had it her way, you would've been warming beds long before you bled, starting even younger than me." Her mother continued with great passion. "I've protected you as long as I can and will continue doing so because you deserve better. And with Yanis, he won't give you what I want you to have."

        "And what is that?"

        "For one, a husband. You deserve a man who will love you as you are as a person, a woman, and not by the color of your hair. A true equal who sees you and one you can learn from. Two, a generosity of wealth and titles. He's a drunk and spends his leisure time in pleasure houses. You'd be broke by the day of your wedding. Your children will inherit nothing but sand and you will be unprotected, left on the streets begging for scrapes. Yanis has his charm, but you're no ordinary woman. You are the daughter of a legendary Targaryen, a ruthless prince. Should my letters reach him and he comes to claim you, you will be a legitimate princess, a noble lady. And a princess deserves better."

        Sylvia said nothing. She doubted her father would acknowledge her after nineteen years. Countless days her mother would spend by the window watching and waiting for a sealed letter or her father to come swoop them away to a life of riches and wealth. Even Sylvia would wait and braid her mother's hair to pass time, or be rocked on her mother's lap as she sung and spoke of promises her father made.

        Together they would wait and wait, until one day, Sylvia accepted the truth. No man will come save them. Her father would never come. But her mother thought otherwise. Still, to this day she waits.

        Her mother meant well and their views aligned when it came to finding Sylvia a husband. Although, she was unsure how they would find all of that in one man when Sylvia had spent the rest of her life within these walls cleaning and cooking after everyone. The men here were no good for her, as her mother said. But, she would love to see her mother try. Or that day to come.

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                    𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀, the antelope Sylvia killed was ready to cook. The knights monitoring the area would set campfires along the street and outside of the pleasure house, or hang around the diner area to drink their asses to death and fuck any lover they please.

        Sylvia sat far from the gathered group around the campfire playing with her soup and picking at the cooked meat. After a long day of chores and avoiding curious outsiders wanting to know what's hidden beneath her scarf, she looked forward to nights like this. Where she hid best and where the most interesting stories were told.

        The air was cooler at night and stories of battles and petty fights filled her ears. Men would project their scars and penis' to prove their manly hood and wow whichever whore stuck at their side for the night.

        A pair of boots filled her view.

        "Why don't you join our campfire rather than sit so far away?" Asked Yanis.

        Sylvia shrugged while playing with her food, the steam warm against her face which was exposed. He knew the reason she sat away from everyone when guests were around, and was surprised he came up to her after her foolish confession. It still left a shameful bitterness on her tongue.

        "I like being alone." She told him. It wasn't a lie, but she preferred friends over loneliness.

        "Why not be alone with me? At our campfire?"

        A beautiful smile stretched his lips when Sylvia lifted her head, her breath caught in her throat. Such a contrast to earlier and it was confusing. Men were confusing. No, he was. What he wanted from Sylvia was unclear and it was infuriating playing a constant game of tug-a-war.

        Yanis didn't give Sylvia an option to respond before taking her arm, dragging her over to their campfire, and sat her next to him. The flames were awfully close her toes grew hot and sweat lined her upper-lip, but it was oddly comforting. The campfire was shared with two knights who were too drunk to sit properly and one who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

        "Is this not nice? Alone with company." Yanis said.

        "I guess so."

        He then offered a cup of ale and held her breath at his lips brushing the rim of her ear as he whispered with breath thick of shitty alcohol, "Don't worry too much tonight. I will look over you." He nudged the cup until it was in her hand. And pulled away.

        He knew what he was doing. He did.

        The bitter taste soured her face and nearly choked swallowing it down. Sylvia never been much of a drinker and because her tolerance was quite low and given the environment, she likes to remain clear-headed in case she needed to defend herself. However, Yanis promised to protect her. So one cup became two, then four.

        Laughter echoed at her sixth or seventh round before ripping through her meat.

        Brianne, a close friend and whore sold from Myr—a woman Sylvia has kissed twice—sat across the fire. A knight was currently kissing roughly into the crook of her neck while fondling her tan breast. "Why not take off your scarf, Sylvia? You'll be comfortable, yes? Men here are too drunk to remember, and we are familiar." She proposed.

        The guard kissing her neck looked to the girl who struggled to hold up her head. "Aye, the boy is a bitch?" He questioned with interest.

        "Be quiet!" Brianne slapped his hand away from her breast. "Or you don't touch me again ever."

        Wiping the ale from her greasy lips, Sylvia looked to Yanis for an answer she could've answered herself. Something she would never do but her stupid brain thought him closer than he actually was. He shared the same concern with her mother when it came to keeping herself covered to avoid future conflicts.

        As though he felt her gaze and knew why she looked at him, Yanis shrugged nonchalantly. "Do as you please. At your pace of drinking, you won't remember either."

        Yanis slouched over the wooden bench and rested his elbows on his knees, staring out into the fire.

        But Sylvia knew he was watching from the corner of his eyes as she unraveled her scarf finally revealing her bold hair braided down her back, then placed the scarf in her lap. She waited for comments to roll in, but as Brianne said, they were too drunk and occupied to care.

        "Pretty like your mother." Brianne gleamed. "Don't you agree, Yanis?"

        A weird but warm feeling expanded her belly when Yanis turned his head to view Sylvia under his curled lashes. He's witnessed her a million times without the scarf, so why was it different now? Was it light from the fire which glistened in his eyes? The dark stubbles outlining his handsome face? The frizzy curls being pushed so that he may hold this gaze with her? Was it a drunk illusion of what she wished would happen?

        "Yes," his voice barely whispered, which only she heard, then grinned brighter than the moon. "Very beautiful. Always have been."

        His grin found her face. Sylvia lowered her head to hide the blush creeping red amongst her already flushed cheeks. Everything her mother listed about Yanis not being a perfect match was thrown out of the window. Their earlier encounter, thrown out. And as confusing as he was, one fact stayed true—I think I may love him, a lot more than I intended to.

        But her thoughts were erupted by a piercing scream filling the smoky air. Her muscles tensed when a wet substance splattered across her face, almost blinding her. She lifted her shaky fingers and touched her face. Blood. But she wasn't hurt nor did any pain send signals.

        Thump.

        A figure beside Sylvia fell at her feet. The color from her face fled and her pulse spiked at an arrow shot deep and clean through his skull, out his eye socket, now catching fire.

        Yanis.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

A Dragon’s Touch :

Chapter 9 | The Princess With A Heart Of Gold

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ~

𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 4.2k~

warnings: violence/mild gore, war, death, prostitution (living at a brothel), strong vulgar language, Targaryen/Dornish mixed bastard, mentions of sexual themes, and overall mature setting for mature (18+) audience.

a/n: this is the 2nd chapter of my AU HOTD longfic featuring my Black!OC. If there’s a warning I forgot to add let me know.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼 | 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲

"𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑵!"

        The world stopped moving. Screams of those running for their lives muted, only her shallow breath was heard. The metallic taste of his blood sunk between her gums as Sylvia sat there. Unable to process, unable to move, unable to breathe.

        "Sylvia! What are you doing? We are under attack!" A pair of hands violently shook the girl from her stiffened position. It's Brianne again. "Here, let's put on your scarf and draw less attention. We must—"

        Sylvia pushed Brianne to hold Yanis' lifeless body in her arms. Fire burned his flesh clean off his skull, made him unrecognizable and no longer beautiful. Tugging him free, she was jerked violently by a man on a horse with a fist full of Brianne's black curls. Because of her grip on Sylvia's arm, forced her over the wooden bench onto her back, wheezing out a breath. Yanis continued to burn and Brianne's screams grew distant before she was silenced.

        Another tugged Sylvia to her feet and saw it was her mother. Not a sound was heard from her moving lips until Sylvia forced herself to zone out of the chaos and focus on her voice. 

        “Sylvia, we must go now! We run for the woods until we reach the sand and then the sea. Just as planned. Do you hear me? Are you hurt?" She smeared the blood off her face and checked her body for visible wounds, relieved none were to be found.

        "N-no, I'm fine. But Yanis. . . "

        She followed her tearful gaze to the unrecognizable body. His clothes were partially recognizable though. 

        “I’m sorry,” her mother apologized, though she sounded far from it. At least for her daughter she pretended to care even if Sylvia saw through it. “He was good in many ways, but life must carry on. We are no longer safe here. They will burn us down with the city if we aren't quick."

        She took her mother's hand and ran.

        The blazing fire of screams trapped inside their homes burned bright and warm against their skin as they ran through the tight alleyway to avoid the main roads of death and terror. Her loose braids were thick of residue raining the sky, lungs thick of smoke and the rotten stench of men, women, and children gut down, given no chance to fight for their home or run to safety.

        Sylvia caught a glimpse of their invaders, but they wore the colors of Dorne. The colors of their home, attacking their people. She never grew an interest in politics as her mother had, but knew their lord was a big-mouth greed with plans to break faith with his allies for their enemies. It was only a matter of time before someone raised their blade at his neck.

        A knight rushed between their secure hold and swung his steel sword. Though his presence took them off guard, Sylvia's mother acted swiftly and pushed her against a horse-less wagon filled with ale crates, seconds from slicing her head clean off. He dared to swing again all while she swallowed the churn pushing up her throat and struggled to gain control of her double vision.

        She shouldn't have drunk as much as she did. She shouldn't have trusted Yanis the way she did. She should've known this would happen and been prepared from the start, but none of them did.

        With a gasp, Sylvia pushed off the wagon to the ground just in time. His sword got stuck in the crates leaking a puddle of ale. The knight then noticed her uncovered hair, but it didn't change the faith in his heart. "Fucking white-haired bitch." He spat, still struggling to pull out his sword.

        Sylvia's mother revealed a dagger hidden in the band around her exposed thigh and jammed it deep into the tissues of his neck. Blood spluttered like a river as the blade sliced across and he fell to his knees, suffocating on his own blood, then on his face as death met him. Sylvia was too stunned to speak.

        She knew her mother was stronger than others aside from her toned muscles and bones ceasing to age, but never knew how strong of a person she was until now.

        Wiping the dagger clean of blood, her mother chuckled at Sylvia's stunned expression. "What? Did you think you were the only who has killed a man before?" 

        Sylvia took her offered hand to her feet. "I hunt animals, not men."

        "Animals are no different. They just don't speak our language or pay to fuck."

        A herd of knights charged in their direction with bloodied spears and swords. There were too many to take and Sylvia's skill set wasn't prepared to fight against combative human beings. Her mother must have known her fears or shared the same sentiment because she demanded they split up for a better chance at survival, but so she could lure them away.

        Sylvia grabbed her hand before she took off running. "No. I don't want to split up. Just come with me." She begged. "Please, ma, let us run together."

        She eyed the knights gaining closer by the second, physically torn between her choices that may change their faiths forever. Any hope Sylvia had left dispersed itself when her mother removed her tight grip and caressed a sweaty palm against her cheeks. A tear was captured.

        "I will find you. I will always find you because you are my daughter. Mine. We’re forever bonded, don't forget that.” Her mother's smile faltered with thought. "And if I do not make it. . ."

        "Don't speak like that!"

        "We must be realistic! Here, take this. Keep it safe.” A heavy pouch was placed in Sylvia’s hand. She didn’t need to look through it to know it was money. Possibly more than enough to own land with working staff. “I’ve been saving toward your future behind Madam’s back. Thought if your father wouldn’t come then we go to him and demand his acknowledgment. But this is yours to have and more than enough to live comfortably, wherever in the world may you go.”

        Sylvia cried. “Just come with me. Let’s see my father and demand it together. Like we planned.”

        Instead of tears, her mother smiled as warmly as the first smile Sylvia ever recognized. Full of love and care, pure happiness and free of stress. “If I can’t find you and the Gods decide to take me as I am, I will wait for you afterward however long it takes. Now go.” She shouted. “GO!”

        Sylvia almost tripped over the corpse when her mother pushed at her. She staggered backward—refusing to leave her but to remember every detail of her face—before clutching the pouch to her chest and ran for her life. Away from her.

        She found the woods and realized she wasn’t the only one trying to escape or prevent others from escaping. Knights weren't in her view but their sharp blades ending the lives of innocent people and children who had yet grown in their shoes were heard silencing them. It seemed most were running to the nearest village for sanctuary, but Sylvia continued toward the sea not to stray from the original plan.

        She wished to help, but even she couldn’t help herself. Having drunk too much ale to navigate through the woods with a sober mindset; bumping into trees, scraping pointy bushes, and tripping over rocks and sand hills. There was this buzzing in her ears aside from her pounding heart. Sweat poured Yanis' blood down her face, and her eyes dashed from one tree to another casting dark shadows, losing importance of the mission.

        But she kept running.

        Through the woods, to the sand, then to the sea.

        "Through the woods, to the sand, to the sea." Sylvia chanted like a song to help redirect her focus.

        Tempted to wait for her mother to catch up, Sylvia pushed forward. No looking back. She mustn’t look back. Pushing through her tight dry lungs until the emptiness of sand awaited her arrival up ahead, ecstasy flourished. Through the woods, to the sand, to the sea.

        A nearby scream as terrifying as the next had startled Sylvia. Her feet started dancing all over the place being thrown off-tracked, and the one second she peered over her shoulder to the shriek of a child, a lowered branch up ahead, knocked her out cold.

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        𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑼𝑷, 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨.

        A prolonged groan rumbled through Sylvia’s chest upon her mother’s soothing voice calling to her. She gripped at her throbbing head and forced her eyes shut at a burning light like it was held to her face, a constant swaying created a sickening pit deep in her belly. 

        Wake up, my child.

        "She is up." Announced an unrecognizable voice.

        The wet pressing of a cloth dabbed her temple. "Ma?" Sylvia squinted at the figure of a woman leaning over with a face shaped like her mother's but with curly strands fitting above the ears, shorter and looser than her mother's.

        The longer Sylvia stared, the more her features transfigured from her high cheekbones and plump lips to an oval face with light freckles like someone flickered sand at her face and it stuck. Tannish skin and eyes of mixed green were filled with genuine concern, startled when her eyes shot open and wide.

       Sylvia sat up with a scream, her head instantly wavering as her brain shifted, so it felt like. The woman scattered back with a gasp, holding her pregnant belly, and hid behind her husband who sat protectively in front of her. They were the least of her problems when confirming the answer to motion sickness—they were at sea. Miles and miles away from land where everything appeared the same.

        Sylvia's heart dropped with panic. "Where am I? H-how did I get here? Who are—"

        She turned over the nearest edge of the boat to relieve herself of that churn choking up her throat. Living on land near water all her life and never once boarded a boat was ironic. There was never time or an opportunity to explore the option. Her mother didn't like her hanging around the dock, neither did Yanis, and it was unsafe with all kinds of grimy people lingering about. Had she been stubborn enough to seek her own opinion, she would’ve already seen the world. But to be surrounded by an enormous body of water with no chance of escaping having not learned how to swim was panicking too. Worse even.

        The woman handed her a wet cloth, the same that was cleansing her face. They were clearly no threat to her so Sylvia took it with a soft thanks and wiped her mouth clean. A deep reddish color stained the cloth and knew it wasn’t her blood.

        “I am Mar’kel. This my husband, Jorio.” She introduced while rubbing her belly big enough to burst. “And this, Malero if boy. Or Nilora if girl.”

        Jorio touched on the other questions asked earlier. “We sailed to Toland from the Free Cities for a new start, only days later to escape our new home in seek of another. That is how we found you.” He continued after a short beat, more fluent than his wife. “I wanted to leave you behind but my wife begged me to carry you. She believes your white hair signifies something special. You’re lucky to be alive.”

        My hair? That caught Sylvia off guard. She didn’t even want to think of the state of her hair.

        Mar'kel perked at the last sentence and scooted closer. "Yes, I hear stories of white-haired Gods. Never seen so close, but powerful people I know. And they ride dragons, yes? Do you have dragons?" Her eyes lit up like a child being told a bedtime story.

        Sylvia's mother spoke of Dragonriders. Said her father came in on one; bigger than the moon, a roar strong enough to shake one's organs. A terrifying day for small-minded people who never believed in such creatures existing.

        "I’ve never seen a dragon before," Sylvia told her honestly and Mar’kel frowned.

        "But your skin—it's dragon scales, yes? And hair is white, yes? And your eyes. . . "

        Sylvia grazed along her scales, out in the open to be viewed. She still heard her mother’s voice telling her to stay cover and keep her head down.

        "Yes. All true. I was born like this, but still. . . no dragons. I'm sorry to disappoint."

        Mar'kel offered a small smile and went shuffling in their things. It was then she remembered the pouch her mother gave her and almost had a panic attack until she discovered the bulky brown thing at her side. Aside from silver and gold coins, a beautifully crafted necklace with a red ruby pendant and gold bangles lay inside. Sylvia believed it was her mother’s, as were the bangles she used to play with on her arms, or that her father gifted the necklace, and wanted to feel close by slipping it on. 

        Jorio assured they hadn’t stolen a thing and weren’t thieves. For now, Sylvia believed his word.

        Dizzy from looking out into the endless sea, Sylvia struggled to fight the churn scratching up her throat again. The wet cloth was still clenched in her fist in case she threw up again. "How far are we from Toland?" She asked. The boat was so small that she could not fit in her space.

        "Quite far," said Jorio, navigating his compass to peddle in the right direction.

        "Where do you plan to go?"

        "Not back to The Free Cities. Yronwood, maybe. They have high valleys. Closer to sea, and I hear there is good work there. . ." Jorio noticed the frown painted on the girl's face and inquired further. "Do you have family in Yronwood? Or. . . back in Toland?"

        "My mother. She was there with me during the attack and promised she’d be right behind me. . .but she is not here.” She swallowed thickly, blinking away tears. “I am, though."

        Jorio nodded in understanding. "Sorry it was us who found you and not your mother. I can only carry so much at my old age." He said, not that Sylvia held it against him. "You think, if she made it out, she would know you were heading to Yronwood? She could meet us there."

        Sylvia’s gaze narrowed as she muttered, “I doubt it.”

        If her mother made it out alive, which Sylvia prayed she did, Yronwood wouldn’t cross her mind first. There was nothing there. It held no value to their lives. Since a young girl, all they ever spoke of was the great King’s Landing. It’s where Kings rule outside of Dorne and where her father resided. Or DragonStone, as mentioned countless times before. If she made it to either one of those places, the chances of her mother finding her there were greater. And she would wait for her.

        Sylvia cleaned herself of Yanis’ blood, seeped beneath her nails and used the ocean’s reflection to wash her face. The salty water dried her skin and felt as though the sun was slow-roasting her, but it was better than holding a constant reminder of a man she loved. She scrubbed at her clothes but it only made it worse, so she left it be. Mar’kel offered half a broken bread, smiling brightly. She didn’t take it at first so the woman placed it in her hand anyway and told her to eat and gain strength, that it should be enough to last until they landed in Yronwood. In the opposite direction from King’s Landing.

        Days seemed much longer traveling by sea and the sun made it even worse. It didn’t take long until Sylvia grew used to the wavering motion, especially on a somewhat full stomach. She rested along the boat’s edge, dancing her fingers along the current crashing against them. She could lose herself in the deep blue sea, almost black as the sun finally started to set in. It took her mind off her mother and left space to plan her next move in Yronwood. She had enough money to board another—and bigger—boat heading to King’s Landing.

        "There's a ship!" Jorio announced.

        Pulling back her hand being violently crashed upon, Sylvia sat up from her resting position to a large ship floating in their direction. She was quick to cover her hair and hid the brown pouch in her boot. Neither needed to flag their attention as they were spotted immediately being the only little boat in view. Even the current pulled them close.

        "State your house." A knight dressed in grey armor that was nearly white stated once the ship was close enough for him to be heard. Compared to their boat, it was taller than any structure with enough power to flip their boat by the waves it created.

        “We are just passing by.” Jorio said.

        “This far out? Should a storm come in the night, your boat will be shredded by the waves.”

        “We’ll make due.”

        Jorio tried paddling away but the current kept them stuck to the ship.

        “Looks like you need a ride. Real food and nice comfy sheets for the pregnant woman,” humor thick on the knight’s tongue. “State your house.” He asked with more demand as though their help would only be spared should their houses align.

        Mar'kel and Jorio grew silent, the same as Sylvia.

        They came from no house of a certain status, a kingdom that thrived on its own. Sylvia was raised in Dorne so she stood with them, but their armor was not of Dornish colors nor were their accent. And because her interest in politics was little, she didn’t know the kind of relationship outsiders had with Dorne. The last war fought was within the country against their own people as it’d been for a while after countless wars with other regions. 

        Sylvia lifted her head to identify the knight who spoke. The ship was too tall to view their banner and foggy to set their attire behind a kingdom with stories that had been told. Dorne was no friend to most, a region that could never be conquered no matter the treaties placed. Respected for their bravery, loved for their trades, but not as equally feared.

       Thinking carefully of her answer, Sylvia then foolishly went with the first thought on her mind. “House Targaryen.” She stated with confidence despite her nerves. Either it would get them killed or lend another day to live. Her chances were more certain than any house within Dorne, so she thought. 

        The knight’s expression widened with surprise and disappeared to inform whomever the ship belonged to. 

        Sylvia bit her tongue, feeling Jorio’s stare. Almost convinced her thoughtless statement had gotten them killed, a worn-out ladder was tossed over the ship. Jorio stabilized it before helping Mar’kel climb up first. Sylvia climbed up second with Jorio right behind, carrying the rest of what he could on his back. 

        A sword at her neck halted Sylvia once touching the wooden surface. Quite close the reflection wasn’t as appealing and one wrong move could have her bleeding out to death. Muffled cries came from Mar’kel being torn from her husband, forcing Jorio to react until a knight aimed his sword at her pregnant belly. Only then, he headed with caution. The closer knight holding Sylvia hostage against the edge tossed her to the ground, next to Jorio who pulled his wife protectively in his arms after she had been released.

        They were now surrounded by a bunch of white and few red armor. Fuck.

        The floor creaked beneath a short fat man with a head of black and grey hair long to his neck. A metal pin of a hand holding a crown glimmered against his dark clothing, and Syliva lowered her gaze when his presence stood before them.

        “There hasn’t been a Targaryen along the Sea of Dorne for years now. In fact, I am in close contact with their house, almost like family, aware of all their long and short travels. And yet,” his gruff voice held much authority and was gutter deep. “I don’t recall logging any recent travels this far out, nor can I say your faces regard familiarity. So, tell me, who was it? Unless you don’t wish to sleep with the fish for impersonating your king, speak.”

        Mar’kel and Jorio held no shame in turning their heads toward Sylvia without sparing a word. Blood could’ve spilled by how hard she bit her tongue.

        His boots stood before her. “So it was you. Who are you, boy? Or. . .girl in men’s clothing?” A hint of muse was found in his tone.

        Sylvia needed to be smart about this. The man seemed close to the crown and possibly her father, but she was no liar. Not entirely. She may not be full-blooded or raised in a lovely castle dressed in silk gowns and eating sweet cakes with high-born ladies, but her father’s blood was hers as she was his child. This might also be her golden ride to King’s Landing, or her last breath.

        Her pulse pounced through her fingertips as Sylvia removed her scarf, revealing her messy braided hair she once was taught to hide from the world. She then lifted her head to the old man with ocean blue eyes and a bushy beard shaping his face, exposing the scales along her skin and the color of her eyes.

        “I am Sylvia, born on the soils of Dorne, and my father is Daemon Targaryen." A collective of gossip flourished the ship, and the man only tilted his head with a calculative expression. "I have lived in Toland all my life until we were caught in the middle of a civil war. This kind family took me aboard their boat until you found us. I dare not impersonate your king or his house, but no lies have yet been spared. I only ask you let them go and allow me safe travels to King’s Landing and I’ll be out your hairs.”

        “Should I allow you safe travels, what is your next step when arriving at King's Landing?” He asked.

        The plan was simple. At least it sounded simple to Sylvia. She would buy land or a nice home with her own room and living space to reside in until her mother found her. 

        Unlike the original plan, she wasn’t sure if meeting her father was something she wanted. He was a stranger to her despite many stories told, and there’s a possibility he wouldn’t want her around. All the letters sent and not one response proved he wanted nothing to do with Syliva and her mother. Why ruin his peace now? 

        “That is for me to figure out when I get there,” Sylvia said, and the old man raised his brow with slightly parted lips and a soft huh.

        He appeared rather intrigued with information of her background, unable to deny her Targaryen-like features that were one of a kind, and said, “Well then, Sylvia, Sands of Dorne, said bastard daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, you are welcomed on my ship and your friends are free to go.” He motioned the guards to release Jorio and Mar’kel, his eyes never leaving Sylvia as he stepped closer. “King’s Landing isn’t safe for a woman of your youth and physical appearance as said bastard of Prince Daemon Targaryen. However, I do believe I can make the proper arrangements to ensure your living situation is. . .comfortable.”

        Sylvia eyed the man when she stood. He didn't look knocked on the head and was confident as he spoke. Given the ship, the authority he had to command knights and permit her company, he was a man of wealth. And with that came power, and a price for his kindness. 

        “What do you want?” She asked directly, assessing the greedy look in his eyes.

        He smiled with a wicked touch. “That is for me to decide when we arrive.”

        “Just who are you again?”

        “How nice of you to finally ask,” he said and then offered a short bow of his head. “I am Haron Baratheon and Lord Hand to King Aul Targaryen of the seven kingdoms. And I believe we will be of good use to one another quite soon.”

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

- still obsessed I wrote this scene. Still obsessed with them and exploring their relationship with more to come … link below

A Dragon’s Touch

Chapter 7 | If I Knock, Will You Let Me In?

𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

— a moment with Prince Viseron and Sylvia as the two snuck out of the castle to exist amongst the smallfolk. But of course, the prince and his blunt tongue gets the best of him. At least he’s not greedy and loves to share…link below

A Dragon’s Touch

Chapter 8 | When She Arrived

𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

A Dragon’s Touch :

Chapter Ten | Desires I Have

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ~

𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

A Dragon’s Touch :

Chapter Eleven | Weak-Blooded

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ~