House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

The seahorse and the dragon - Part 2 - Vaemond x Reader

This story was only supposed to be a one shot; but I was more than happy to do a second part for abidat3 . I hope you all enjoy.

"See, I told you......." Rhaenys said quietly, looking at her husband, as (Y/n) giggled at something Vaemond must have said, at the far side of the table. Vaemond not necessarily known for his sense of humour, but from the sparkle in his eyes, it was apparent that the younger Velaryon enjoyed making his bride to be, laugh.

The betrothed pair had been together since they had met on the docks, and had been followed by Rhaenys, Coryls, Rhaenyra and the children through Spicetown and back to High Tide. Vaemond only letting the princess leave his side for a short time, so that she could change for dinner.

"Yes, you did. And I never doubted you for a moment." The sea snake replied with a smile. Not forgetting that it had been Rhaenys that had first mentioned how Vaemond would look at (Y/n) when the family would journey to Kings Landing. How his headstrong nature, and temper, seemed to calm when in her presence. And that in return, she had seen how the princess would watch the younger Velaryon when he would walk away. How she would blush, when Vaemond caught her eye. Nor could he forget that his wife had been the one to first speak of a match between the pair. She also the one to speak of the matter, with Viserys.

"Before we arrived, she was worried, that he would not like her hair, or perfume........" Rhaenyra interjected, as she, Laenor and Laena also watched the seahorse and the dragon. Vaemond reaching up to brush some of (Y/n)'s long, pale hair, back behind her ear.

"I think that my brother believes that your sister is perfect, just the way she is." The Lord of Tides said, as (Y/n) giggled again. The entire table feeling as invisible as they had when making their way back to High Tide, as Vaemond slowly stood and offered the dragon princess his hand; (Y/n) taking it and allowing him to lead her out of the room, without either saying a word.

"Were we ever like that............?" Coryls asked, as he looked at his wife.

"Just like that.............." Rhaenys told him, giving him a small smile, before the family returned to their meal.

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(Y/n) couldn't sleep. She had been with Vaemond since she and Rhaenyra had landed on Driftmark, and now he was in his own rooms, she felt strangely alone. He had been so attentive, so kind. If she had been in Kings Landing, she would have gone to see Vhagar; conversations with him, always seeming to help. But as it was, her great, grey dragon, was still in the pits in the capital. So, despite knowing that it may be wrong, she knew that there was only one thing that might help. One person that would make her feel less alone, in her new home. That could fulfil the fantasies that were causing her insides to twist and turn. The princess quickly getting up from her bed and making her way out into the dimly lit corridor. The pitter patter of her bare feet on the old stone floor the only thing to be heard, as she made her way to another room.

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Vaemond sat with his back up against the headboard of his bed, his hands behind his head. The Commander of the Velaryon fleet, unable to sleep. The younger Velaryon finding it hard to believe that he was now even more besotted with (Y/n) than he had been. Her presence in Driftmark, the knowledge that she would soon be his, bringing a smile to his face.

"Vaemond......." A voice suddenly came, making him sit bolt upright. The knight of House Velaryon, reaching for the candle that sat close by; his eyes widening, as into the room slowly came his bride to be. The dragon dressed in nothing more than a thin nightgown, that appeared to be barely clinging to her shoulders. Her hair falling in loose waves down her back.

"(Y/n)..........?"

"I.........I am sorry, I could not sleep. And I know that it may not be the done thing for us to be alone like this before our wedding, but I wanted to see you again." The princess explained, as she moved further into the room, closing the door behind her. Doing her best to not look at the naked torso of the man, as she stepped a little closer to the bed.

"I could not sleep either. My mind was too filled with thoughts of you." Vaemond confessed. A smile coming to his lips, as the princess climbed onto his bed. Pushing her nightgown back up her shoulders, as she sat by his side. Her smile mirroring his own.

"Tell me what you were thinking.............." (Y/n) said, as she moved a little closer to him. Vaemond doubting that he could tell her all that he had been thinking, well, not until they were wed; and then he would be more than happy to show her.

"It was nothing..............."

"You are lying............" (Y/n) interrupted, Vaemond looking up at her, a little taken aback.

"I may be surrounded by Kingsguards; men that have taken an oath of chastity. But you seem to forget that Daemond is my uncle, and because of him, I know what men think about, when they think of women. And if your thoughts are similar to ones that I am having about you; then perhaps we could have those thoughts........together." The princess continued, as she moved so that she was straddling the wide-eyed commander's lap. The nightgown completely falling from her shoulders, to reveal her soft, smooth flesh, as Vaemond placed his hands on her hips, and pushed her down against him. A moan leaving (Y/n)'s lips, as she felt him grow harder beneath her. The nightgown dropping below her breasts, as her head fell back, and she rocked herself against him. The younger Velaryon placing his head to her chest and holding her tight, as he pushed back. A groan leaving his lips, as he felt the friction against him. Vaemond suddenly moving and flipping his lady onto her back. The commander more than happy to cement this alliance between the seahorses and dragons. His hair falling around her, as he moved in for a kiss.