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4. Delicate Skin


soooooo I did not mean to take that long to post but it has been a very bad week. I won't bore you with all the details there has just been some fighting within the Ewan fandom with a very popular account and my words got twisted and I started getting some hurtful messages from people accusing me of things I did not do and it's just been a lot and me me despise this fandom for a day. Or two. but hey, if you still want to support me my IG is tristan.mayy.wp and my tiktok is Tristan.Mayy.

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Her least favorite part of her mother's stupid lessons was having to learn what it meant precisely to be bed. She sat in her lounge, rubbing her large belly. 

"It can be quite quick for most lords, do not worry. He just needs to be in long enough to sow his seed and plant some heirs. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, especially with someone you love, so I hope you grow to love whomever you marry."

She bit her lip as her mother described the technicalities of it, how his cock gets hard and he shoves it in. But she never spoke of womanly pleasure.

"It's mostly just pleasure for the man. The first time will be a bit uncomfortable but you get used to it."

But despite her many womanly lessons, running outside was her time to feel free. Laenor spent more time of his day teaching her how to fish and she enjoyed the quiet activity. 

Seasmoke lay on the beach as she pulled her net up, squealing as she saw her net full of trout. "Father!"

"Ah!" He laughed. "There you go! Your timing is getting better. If you leave it out too long, they will swill in and then leave."

"And if you don't let it sit long enough for them to trust it, you'll never catch any."

"That's my girl," He grinned. Ser Qarl approached them on the beach and Visenya grinned like a schoolgirl. At least her father's incursions didn't result in bastards. 

"My Prince, Princess," He nodded and gave a bow. 

"Ser Qarl," Laenor nodded. 

"Ser Qarl, have you ever fished?" Visenya asked.

"I cannot say that I have. You seem to be making progress, though, Princess." 

Visenya huffed and helped her father hand the net of fish to the butcher waiting with his cart. She didn't know where the fish was sent, if it was only prepared for meals in the castle, or if there was a market on the streets that sold the fish.

"Ser Qarl, my mother is due to labor any day now. I think it shall be a sister and Father thinks a boy. Do you want to wager?" Visenya asked. 

"Well, I know your father does not want another girl -"

"Qarl!" Laenor laughed. "That is not how I worded it."

Visenya rose a brow with a smile. "Father, I would like to know how you meant it!"

"I just want another boy if that means you can continue to be my only girl. I love I feel for you is more intense than your brothers. You are my daughter, my little girl, I have the urge to protect you and I don't want to share that with any other. I want to make sure you are my only daughter. In my eyes, no man will ever be good enough for you. You're my little girl and I want it to stay that way."

Visenya blushed and looked at her hands. Her father truly was her favorite person above anyone else and the only one that made her life enjoyable. She loved her brothers, she really did, but what little boys wanted to hang out with their big sister? Laenor taught her valuable life skills. He had given her survivalist knowledge beyond fishing. He spent time with her during her studies and furthered it into his own time. 

"Well, then I hope I do not have a little sister. And if it is a girl, I will make sure to sew a cock between her legs."

"Seven hells!" Qarl laughed. "Your father has allowed you around too many fishermen."

"Prince Laenor!" Harwin approached them. "I come to announce Princess Rhaenyra has begun her labors!"

Out of all four pregnancies, this had been her quickest. By the time they reached the castle, Rhaenyra had already birthed a son. Since her lessons were already completed for the day, Visenya had nowhere else to go and wanted to meet her new brother. 

"She wants to see him," Rhaenyra groaned, holding her babe close to her chest. "I won't let him go alone!"

Visenya peered down at the babe and already noticed the brown hairs on his head. She forged a plan and ran to the washroom, grabbing Laenor's razor. 

"I'll shave his head!" She shouted, running back to the room. Rhaenyra looked at her, Visenya holding up the blade with a smile like a mad woman. 

Laenor stifled a chuckle and shook his head. "Darling, he is a newborn. His skin is so thin you would nick his head. But thank you, Visenya. I can surely say I have the smartest daughter."


-


Some nights, sleep evaded Visenya. When she had a particularly exciting day, she would still be too excited to sleep. The arrival of her new brother, Joffrey, was enough to keep her excited. And just as she expected, she loved him more than anything. She would do anything for him, fight anyone for him, and die for him. She wished her love wasn't so intense but she was the older sister, and she wanted to set an example. 

She walked the halls, making her way to her parent's room to see if they were awake with the baby. She did notice their door was cracked, the candles lit, and hushed voices engaging in an argument. Ser Harwin was normally the night guard but he wasn't at the door, most likely inside.

"You enable her, Laenor! She was about to shave his head and you called her smart! We are Targaryens, we don't bend to a Hightower's wishes."

"She has a sense of duty to protect her brothers, something she wouldn't have to do if their hair had been white. I told you once long ago that I did not care about your relationship but there are consequences to every action and you seem to think that just because you are the heir then no one will question you. Do you know what ridicules our children face? She is the only one old enough to understand and all she wants to do is protect her brothers."

"They don't need protecting, they are the sons of a Princess." Rhaenyra scoffed.

"Then you are blind, Rhaenyra! I have listened to the things Aegon has said to them. If you are going to break the rules and dine as you see fit, you have to accept the consequences. She is smarter than you realize, Rhaenyra, and I should have spoken up when you made your decision but you should not have made Jace your heir."

"She isn't strong-spirited like I was, Laenor, she doesn't have the strength to be a Queen."

"Then teach her! The last thing she wants to do is get married off to some lord and I don't want to see that! I want to see her marry for love, to someone that actually deserves her."

"It is best for her to live the life of a traditional woman so that she doesn't have to deal with this. If I name her my heir, Alicent would be on her like a vulture. You seem to think I don't want to protect my daughter but this is me protecting her!"

"Did you ever once stop to ask her how she felt? Did you ask her if she even wanted to learn to be the heir? You are more blind than your father, Rhaenyra. You have lied to the courts for so long that I think you started believing your own lies. When we got married and I believed I would be able to lay with you enough times to create your heirs, I told you I would love her like she were my own, and in turn, I have grown to love her fiercely. I am tired of seeing her in pain."

"Then why would she not speak to me of her pain?"

"Because you are the reason she is in pain! Have you ever thought about taking her to Dragonstone to claim a wild dragon? Vermithor or Silverwing could be great dragons for her."

"I don't know where I went wrong but she is so ... mild. Between Daemon and I, she should have had enough fire in her veins to have an egg that hatched. But it turned to stone and no other egg hatched for her. It was a sign from the Gods, Laenor. And she's done nothing to prove to me she has the blood of the dragon. All she does is cry, argue, and run away."

Visenya backed up into the wall of the hallway, torn on if she wanted to listen to any more. Laenor truly was the only person she could count on. 

Visenya tightened her robe around her body and made her way to the library with the sudden urge to burn it all down in a rage. Was this how it felt to be the 'dragon' her mother so badly wanted her to be?

She had so much anger that sitting still was not an option. She grabbed an unlit torch from the wall and started slamming it against the stone wall, trying not to let her anger come out in screams. She then beat the metal torch down on one of the tables, scraping marks into the wood. 

"I'll ... fucking ... show ... you!" She groaned between each swing.

When her arms ached too much to continue, she dropped the torch and tried to control her panting. She didn't even have the energy to cry.

"Wow."

She screamed as the fright and turned, not expecting Aemond to be watching her.

"I know I made comments about being boring but I do not understand what the table did to deserve your ire."

Despite his time, he had a faint smirk and it sent her into a fit of giggles. She sat on one of the chairs, covering her mouth as she kept laughing. "I do not understand how it is always you I run into, Uncle."

"Well, I haven't exactly been anywhere else today. This is the only place I feel comfortable after a hard day."

Visenya closed her eyes and sighed. "Shit, I heard about that. I haven't seen my brothers since it happened but I can assure you I will hit them so hard they will fall over."

"Why? Why do you feel you owe me that gratitude? It is truly my brother at fault, he uses them like playthings. I can guarantee the pig was his idea."

"Because they still ought to know better. I'm not your biggest fan but I also know what it is like to be born without a dragon. Just because you lot bully us for being bastards doesn't mean we should return the favor. I have hated you and Aegon for bullying us but why is it fair for them to bully you when I fight for bullying to stop? I am not above my own beliefs, Uncle."

Aemond gripped the book he was holding and looked down almost as if he were ashamed.

"What book do you have, Uncle?"

"No offense, but it is in High Valyrian," He responded. 

"Then just describe it, dipshit."

He frowned at the insult. "It just has our family history and songs that were written about the conqueror. One specifically I was trying to read and make sense of."

"Then read it in the basic vernacular and distract me from my own roubles and we can forget about our bad days."

Aemond didn't argue with her and opened the book to a specific page.

"Fire breather
Winged leader
But two heads
To a third sing

From my voice:
The fires have spoken
And the price has been paid
With blood magic

With words of flame
With clear eyes
To bind the three
To you I sing

As one we gather
And with three heads
We shall fly as we were destined
Beautifully, freely."

Once he finished, Visenya looked over at the foreign words on the page. "When people write songs, they're really writing riddles because they can't ever just be fucking clear. If they want to write about Aegon and his three dragons, then just say it."

Aemond laughed at her annoyance. "You must have had a really bad day."




laenor ain't the step father, he's the father that stepped up

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