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๐•ญ๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ ๐•ด๐ ๐•ฟ๐‡๐„ ๐–‚๐ˆ๐๐„
โžข ๏น”๐Ÿ”ฅหš. แตŽแตŽ a rhaenyra targaryen fanfic.
| ๐ป๐‘‚๐‘ˆ๐‘†๐ธ ๐‘‚๐น ๐‘‡๐ป๐ธ ๐ท๐‘…๐ด๐บ๐‘‚๐‘
โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒย ย  โ€”โ€”โ€”ย ย  ?

โ”โ” ๐’๐Š๐Ž๐‘๐Ž๐’ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐†๐‡๐Ž๐“ ๐•๐„๐’๐“๐‘๐ˆ? โ”โ”
เชœโ€โžด ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ? ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿชถ

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN OFTEN FOUND HERSELF WAITING AT THE WINDOW OF HER CHAMBERS, EYES TRAINED ON THE SKY BEYOND THE CITY WALLS. Handmaidens passed by and thought of it as nothing more than catching glimpse of the morning sun. But, to the Princess, it was much more. She was not waiting for the sun, but rather who would pass by through the golden hour when the clouds still hung low. The small folk had a title for the woman that danced with her beast in the sky. The Princess of the Skies.

ย  ย  ย  IT WAS ONLY ONCE THE YOUNG PRINCESS, RHAENYRA, HAD GROWN CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO SADDLE HER DRAGON, SYRAX, THAT SHE JOINED THE OTHER TARGARYEN GIRL IN THE SKIES. The dance in the morning sun had no longer become one between a singular girl and her two headed creature, but between two girls, although years apart, that sought comfort in their routine. But, soon enough, Rhaenyra Targaryen would find herself waiting by her window once more while the sun rose. Only, the skies would be empty for months at a time, with no show of dance in the mornings until the other Targaryen girl would return. Until, at the age of ten and three, the Princess would not see the sky dance again.

AELYSIAN TARGARYEN'S MOTHER WAS DESPERATE FOR HER DAUGHTER TO BE BETROTHED TO A FITTING MAN, BUT EACH ATTEMPT LEFT A MARK IN HOUSE TARGARYEN AND THE HOUSES THAT PLEDGED ITS LOYALTIES. For each man to have been betrothed to the Targaryen Princess would be blessed with the same fate as the last; burned to blackened ash per her command. She would return to King's Landing for a month or two, before she was sent off again to meet another man her mother wished for her to marry. When Aelsyian returned to King's Landing for the final time on dragon back, her mother stripped her from her saddle, and sent her away without her dragon. She would no longer dance in the clouds above King's Landing along side Rhaenyra Targaryen, something that could have never been forever.

ย  ย  ย  COME THE GRAND TOURNAMENT IN HONOUR OF THE UPCOMING BIRTH OF VISERYS I AND AEMMA'S NEXT CHILD, RHAENYRA WATCHED IMPATIENTLY AT THE MEN THAT FOUGHT MEN. Until, one knight removed the helmet that shielded their face. A girl all too familar, only older now. She did not dance in the sky with the dragon that had been stripped from her two years prior, but rather pleaded for the Princess' favour with blood on her face, and a sword in her hands. Aelysian Targaryen was back in King's Landing. For her dragon or for something else, Rhaenyra Targaryen did not know. Secretly she hoped that Aelysian had come back for her.

ย  ย  ย  BUT, THERE IS LITTLE ROOM FOR HOPE WHEN YOU ARE A WOMAN IN WESTEROS. Rhaenyra Targaryen was left to burn the bodies of what was once her mother, and her brother that had not gotten the chance to open his eyes. The Princess would never be a son. But, when she was named heir to the Iron Throne, Aelysian Targaryen pledged to both herself, and the dragon Princess that she would defend her until her final breath. Until the fire within her dragon blooded soul drained from her body.

ย  ย  ย  FOR THE REALM WOULD NEVER SEAT A WOMAN ON THE THRONE... A FIGHT THAT WOULD LEAVE MOST TO PAY THE PRICE...

โ”โ” ๐•๐€๐‹๐€๐‘ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐†๐‡๐”ฬ„๐‹๐ˆ๐’ โ”โ”
เชœโ€โžด ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ข ๐Ÿ—๏ธโšœ๏ธ

โ”€โ”€โ˜… ห™ ฬŸ. ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿฐ !! ๐“๐‘ฌ๐‘ณ๐’€๐‘บ๐‘ฐ๐‘จ๐‘ต
๐“ฃ๐‘จ๐‘น๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘น๐’€๐‘ฌ๐‘ต.ย  ึดึถึธ ๐“‚ƒโŠน ึดึถึธย ย  ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ž ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ซ

๐“ฃ๐’‰๐’† ๐“Ÿ๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’„๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐“ข๐’Œ๐’Š๐’†๐’”

๐“ก๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘น ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ; the two-headed eater of men
โ”โ”โ”โ” ๐“ข๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐“ข๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘’๐‘Ÿย  ย  &.ย ย  ๐“œ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘›๐“•๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’

โ you come to talk of daemon, and yet i
find you here, in my chambers. what is
it you truly want, my queen? โž


โ”€โ”€โ˜… ห™ ฬŸ. ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ !! ๐“ก๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐’€๐‘น๐‘จ
๐“ฃ๐‘จ๐‘น๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘น๐’€๐‘ฌ๐‘ต.ย  ึดึถึธ ๐“‚ƒโŠน ึดึถึธย  ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ช๐”ž ๐”ก'๐”ž๐”ฏ๐” ๐”ถ
&.ย  ย  ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐” ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”จ

๐“ฃ๐’‰๐’† ๐“ก๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Ž'๐’” ๐““๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•

๐“ก๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘น ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ; the golden she-dragon
โ”โ”โ”โ” ๐“ข๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฅ

โ you have fought for my children since
they were born. and for me. i ask for you
to defend me once more... could you
do that for me, aelys? โž





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ย  โ”€โ”€โ˜… ห™ ฬŸ. ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ“œ !! ๐•ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘บ๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘บ
+ ๐–‚๐‘จ๐‘น๐‘ต๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ๐‘บ

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค this story contains ;; ๐“ฒ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต / ๐“ฝ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต /
๐“ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐“ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐“ฟ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ / ๐“ผ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐“ฌ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต / ๐“ถ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ / ๐“ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ / ๐“ผ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐“ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ / ๐“ถ๐˜ข๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐“ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐“ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ / ๐“ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐“ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐“ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ
(anything else will be a warning in the chapter)

i do not own the plot of house of the dragon. i do,
however, own aelysian targaryen, her background, her story, and the fictional family that i have made
up for her so that she's not so closely related to rhaenyra :) any attempt to blatantly copy or redistribute my work will be dealt with how i see fit, which is usually me mad asf <3


โ”€โ”€โ˜… ห™ ฬŸ. ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿชถ !! ๐•ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ๐‘ฐ๐‘ช๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘บ

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค dedicated to my lovely friends on this app, and people whom i'd love to share this story with: tiishas hazzawckd slivnthills swiftrush darthvvderr runlikeh3ll BreanneLHeureux HayleyLHeureux @shierastars

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค and to the people who are taking the time to read, vote and comment


โ”€โ”€โ˜… ห™ ฬŸ. ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ !! ๐•ฌ๐‘ผ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘บ ๐•น๐‘ถ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค welcome to blood in the wine. it took me a hundred and one attempts to write the summary, and i still don't particularly like it but it's the one that i was happiest with. the playlist is still a work in
progress, so it hasn't got many songs bc i'm picky.

unfortunately, rhaenyra and aelysian are distantly related. like very distant cousins. i'll have to draw up a family tree.

BUT GUYS I DONT CONDONE INCEST PLS. for the sake of this story, however... but i don't want the same mfs shipping rhaenyra and her uncle to come at me okay? they also do have a bit of an age gap, of about 5 years.

so please, lord forgive me. and i hope y'all are fucking with the new layout, i might honestly change up all my layouts for my books to be like this idk.

anyway, i hope you all enjoy <3

โ”โ” ๐•๐€๐‹๐€๐‘ ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‡๐€๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐’ โ”โ”
เชœโ€โžด ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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