as a young girl, rhaenys grew up in the capital under the targaryen's rule and she still remembers her family getting torn apart. princess rhaenys wasn't slain alongside her mother and brother. rhaenys is the rightful heir of the iron throne. she is...
in the quiet solitude of their chambers, jon and rhaenys sat across from each other, the weight of their newfound knowledge pressing heavily on them. the revelation that they were brother and sister had shaken them both to the core, leaving them grappling with the implications for their relationship, their child, and their future.
rhaenys broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. "it feels strange, knowing the truth now. we've been through so much together, jon, and this... this changes everything."
jon nodded, his expression somber. "it does. but it doesn't change how i feel about you, or about our child." he reached for her hand, holding it gently between his own. "we were both raised without knowing who we truly are, without understanding our targaryen heritage. but now we do, and we have to face that reality."
rhaenys looked down at their joined hands, her thoughts swirling. "the targaryens have always been... different. our ancestors married each other for centuries, brother and sister, to keep the bloodline pure. it was their way, and it's part of who we are. i know it's not the same for us, but... it doesn't change the love i have for our baby. it doesn't change the bond we've created."
jon's thumb gently stroked the back of her hand as he spoke, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "you're right. the targaryens kept to their ways for generations, and while it may be difficult for us to accept, it's part of our legacy. but we aren't defined by it. we're more than just our bloodline. we're the choices we make, the love we share, and the life we're building together."
he paused, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. "we've already been through so much, rhaenys. we've fought for each other, stood by each other, and we've created something beautiful together—our child. that love isn't tainted by the truth of our parentage. it's still real, still ours."
rhaenys's eyes filled with emotion as she looked back at him. "jon... i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want this truth to tear us apart. our love, our family—it means everything to me."
jon leaned in closer, his hand reaching up to gently cradle her cheek. his touch was tender, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her face. "you won't lose me, rhaenys. we won't lose each other. this truth is a part of us now, but it doesn't define us. what matters is how we move forward, together."
as jon gently cradled rhaenys's cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped down her face, the intensity of the moment deepened. the air between them seemed to thicken, charged with an undeniable electricity that neither could ignore. jon's gaze held hers, a mixture of love, desire, and determination swirling in his dark eyes.
without another word, he leaned in, closing the distance between them. his lips met hers in a kiss that began softly, tenderly, but quickly grew more fervent. the initial hesitation gave way to a surge of passion as jon's hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. the warmth of his touch sent shivers down rhaenys's spine, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
rhaenys responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in jon's hair as she deepened the kiss. their lips moved together with a hunger that spoke of all the emotions they'd been holding back—the confusion, the fear, but most of all, the love that had only grown stronger despite everything. the kiss was no longer just about comfort or reassurance; it was about claiming what was theirs, about solidifying the bond that connected them in every way.
jon's other hand found its way to her waist, his grip firm as he pulled her closer, pressing her body against his. the heat between them intensified, and the world outside seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in this shared moment of passion. the kiss grew more urgent, more consuming, as if they were both trying to convey everything they felt without words.
when they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their hearts racing in unison. jon's forehead rested against rhaenys's, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. his eyes, dark with desire, searched hers, finding the same need reflected back at him.
"rhaenys," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "no matter what, you're mine. and i'm yours." rhaenys's eyes were filled with a mix of love and raw intensity. "always, jon," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying all the weight of her feelings. "we're in this together, and nothing—no truth, no past—will ever change that."
their lips met again, this time with a fierceness that left no room for doubt. this kiss was a promise, a vow that whatever lay ahead, they would face it as one. the passion between them was undeniable, and it was clear that their connection—both as targaryens and as lovers—was stronger than anything that could try to tear them apart.
in that moment, with the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, jon and rhaenys knew that their love was powerful enough to withstand whatever challenges awaited them. and as they held each other close, the world outside could wait, because all that mattered was the fire that burned between them.
as jon and rhaenys lingered in the heat of their passionate embrace, the world outside their chamber seemed a distant, forgotten place. but just as they began to lose themselves entirely in the fire of their connection, a sudden, firm knock at the door shattered the moment.
they pulled apart, both breathing heavily, their hearts still racing. jon's hand slid from rhaenys's waist as he turned toward the door, a frown of concern creasing his brow. rhaenys adjusted her stance, trying to regain her composure, though the lingering heat between them was hard to shake.
the knock came again, more insistent this time. jon exchanged a quick, questioning glance with rhaenys before calling out, "enter."
the door creaked open, revealing a stern-faced guard standing in the hallway, his posture stiff with urgency. "my lord, my lady," the guard said, bowing his head slightly in respect before continuing, "i apologize for the intrusion, but there's an unannounced guest who demands to see you both immediately."
jon's frown deepened. "did the guest give a name?" the guard hesitated, glancing between jon and rhaenys before replying, "no, my lord. but they were most insistent, saying it was a matter of great importance."
rhaenys stepped forward, her earlier warmth giving way to a cool, focused demeanor. "where is this guest now?" "in the great hall, my lady," the guard answered. "they refuse to leave until they've spoken with both of you." jon's hand found rhaenys's again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "we'll be there shortly," he said to the guard, who nodded and exited quickly to return to his post.
as the door closed, jon turned to rhaenys, his expression a mixture of concern and resolve. "whoever it is, they've gone to great lengths to demand an audience with us. we should be prepared for anything." rhaenys nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "whatever this is, we'll face it together, just as we've faced everything else."
with a final shared glance, the intensity of their earlier moment still simmering between them, jon and rhaenys made their way to the great hall, ready to confront whoever awaited them and whatever news they brought.
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