with love from Eve Best x (Writober 2023)

Day 7 - Rhaenys x Reader [first]

PLEASE READ THE TWs FOR THIS ONE!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

PAIRING: Dom!Rhaenys x Sub!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,916

WARNINGS: abuse, absent parents, neglect, brief mentioning of SA/r*pe, friends to lovers, smut, vaginal fingering, praise

A/N: If faytalepsy on Tumblr keeps requesting Rhaenys/Reader all month, I'm going to eventually run out of ideas 😅 But for this one, I give you ANGSTY READER BACKSTORY  *duh duh duh...*

Prompt ideas credit: ribbontales on Tumblr

shared desires: https://tinyurl.com/huzzjdf3 - sexual/smutty prompts
desperation: https://tinyurl.com/mva7m64u - angst, hurt/comfort prompts

I'm doing all prompts based on requests! Comment an Eve character x Reader or ship (Silrah, Rhaenys/Corlys, Rosaline/Jacob) and one of the words from the Tumblr links to read a chapter of your choosing! Happy Writober! :)

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Training for the Kingsguard was a difficult task, especially as a woman. Your father was the only reason you were still here. He was the King's Hand, and so you were given the opportunity to train for the most elite guard in Westeros.

All of this was a nicer way of explaining what you really did: competed against males who were bigger, faster, and stronger than you and beat you into the ground at every turn.

It wasn't for a lack of trying on your part. They were able to gain more muscle than you could, and as a result, you went home night after night to a rebuking mother and stone-cold father who barely did more than feed, clothe, and house you.

Day after day and night after night, you endured the worst of what life had to offer. Was it too unreasonable to wish for a loving home and someone to hold you while you cried?

One night, you were on your way home when two of the men you trained with caught up to you without you even hearing them. They yanked you into an unused alley and attacked you. By the time they were finished, you were barely strong enough to stand on your own. You knew you were weak -- it had been years since you'd given up trying to be a real Kingsguard soldier. But did the universe really have to shove it in your face like this? Were the gods so cruel?

You were staggering in the direction of your house when you heard another set of footsteps behind you. You leaned against a pole and closed your eyes. Whoever it was, you hoped they would make your ending quick.

"Hello?" a woman's voice called out to you.

You didn't want to turn toward the person, and you weren't going to, but you recognized the voice and faced her immediately. Your eyes were leaking tears against your will as you sank into a curtsey before her. "Pr-Princess Rhaenys Targaryen," you breathed her name in awe.

Here was a woman who you had admired in secret for years. She was so strong, so poised, and so powerful. She was everything you wanted to be and yet never could. And now... she was here. Talking to you. You could faint.

"Darling, what's the matter?" Rhaenys asked, guiding you to stand and look into her eyes.

There were bruises forming beneath your clothes. You needed to get home and stop bothering the princess. It was what your parents would tell you. So you quickly shook your head. "N-Nothing, Your Highness," you stammered. "My lady. I-I-I-"

Rhaenys gently pressed a finger to your lips. "Clearly," she began, her voice much softer compared to how you'd always heard her speak in public before, "there is something wrong. Please tell me. If I can help, in any way, I will."