@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or a Targaryen!reader x Dany Targaryen reader after khal drogo dies and they comfort each other?”
Incest warning!
{Sorry this is a bit short! It’s been sitting in my drafts for a few months, and I tried to make it longer, but found I couldn’t do much without losing the heart of the story. Hope you enjoy! <3}
She caressed her sister’s cheek fondly, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone with her slender thumb. “Are you ready?”
Daenerys thought for a minute, before nodding softly.
“You’re so strong.” It was a phrase she often repeated, spoken with revere and affection she still did not understand. Y/N had known for years that when Danaerys began to bleed, Viserys would find her a suitor. But the dust had barely settled over his grave when another loss struck them, the loss of Daenerys’ husband: Khal Drogo. Though Y/N had never much cared for the savage horse-lord, she cared for her sister and supported her while she grieved.
@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested “Or a Stark!reader x Willas tyrell where they get married before Robert dies and then she saves her sisters from the capital?”
[Thank you for the request!]
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The Reach was no place for a Stark. Despite all the whispered encouragements and feather-light kisses her husband would give her, Y/N could be assured of this.
Starks belonged in the North, in the snow; in Winterfell.
Each morning the handmaidens would approach with a new gown, thin and form fitting. Each would be a piece of art, embroidered flowers trailing up the bodice, gold threaded needles. It was all astoundingly beautiful, but Y/N missed home. She missed her sisters and her brothers and her father and her mother. She missed the weight of a cloak over her shoulders, or the fur lined bedsheets that greeted her warmly each night.
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