"the witchery of beautiful eyes" ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc x aegon ii targaryen )

sɪɴ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛs ɪɴ ɴᴜᴍᴇʀᴏᴜs ғᴏʀᴍs, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ɴɪᴇɴɴᴀ ᴀʀʀʏɴ, ᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. sʜᴇ sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴢᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇᴛs ᴏғ sɪɴ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʟᴜsᴛ, ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ, ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴠʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. sʜᴇ ɪs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀᴡs ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sɪɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴғɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴄᴀɢᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙɪʀᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ʀᴜғғʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ, ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ? 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 & 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

"sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ" ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ғᴀɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʟʟɪᴅ sᴋɪɴ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟɪғᴇʟᴇss ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙʟᴜʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ʜᴀᴢᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢʟʏ sʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ, ᴅʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴄᴏʀᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴏᴜs ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀsᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

then the storm broke, and the dragons danced. [house of the dragon] aemond targaryen x fem!oc ©2025imogenvolkov

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

Following the loss of his wife, Dyanna Dayne, Prince Maekar has lived a life of cold solitude, and unending duty for his children. His life is meticulously crafted to fill the void Dyanna left, with the burdens of court politics, and war. Lady Ryelle Arryn, daughter of the Lord of the Vale, was one of girls chosen from across the realm, to accompany Kiera of Tyrosh as ladies-in-waiting, upon her arrival in King's Landing. Known for her brunette locks, often cascading in waves down her back, and her soft blue eyes; Ryelle was quiet, and tender hearted. Not a lady to seek an advantageous marriage, but one who sought to remain by Kiera's side. The political landscape of Westeros, however, had other plans. With the dormant threat of the Blackfyres haunting the throne, and the Free Cities growing brazen once more, the Vale forged a marriage of convenience with the Crown, thrusting Ryelle from the shadows unto Maekar's side, and the role of Princess of Summerhall. An army in exchange for a union between Dove and Avil. Influence in the East, Maekar would buy through his young wife. For her mother, Lady Taerra, hailed from the powerful house of Haen in Pentos. What begins as a dutiful arrangement between a hardened prince and his bride evolves into a grueling, slow-burn seduction of both mind and body. Maekar will have to learn to navigate the simmering tensions of his brother's regency, and his fear of betraying Dyanna's memory. While Ryella must find her footing at court, and in her husband's bed.

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

Following the death of Queen Rhaenyra's sons, sired by Laenor Velaryon, and the presumed death of Prince Daemon, Rhaenyra made the choice to keep her youngest children, Aegon, Visenya and Viserys, from suffering the same fate as their Velaryon brothers. Having sold her crown, the fallen Queen secured passage on a ship to Pentos in 131 AC but was intercepted by a group of Myrish pirates. While Rhaenyra's remaining Queensguard managed to hold them off, Aegon the Younger was taken captive and handed over to Aegon II. Throughout the years that followed, Rhaenyra failed on multiple occasions to retrieve her son, and any form of negotiation was struck down by Aegon and Alicent. All but one remained on the table; Aegon would spare his nephew's life in exchange for Princess Visenya's hand in marriage.

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