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‘Open My Eyes to Everything that Closes My Heart’

(very little use of ‘Y/N’)

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General warnings (the first link on the SERIES MASTERLIST) apply to this chapter and all future chapters.

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PLOT

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the Greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

Aemond had heard about you. Three years older than Aemond himself, they said. He was told Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys would be arriving and she was to be convinced to join the Greens in their fight to keep the throne. Bringing in more dragons could be the deciding factor in the war to come and they were the only other family left who were dragon riders. It was thought that all Belaeryses were dead, but your family had made it to the opposite end of Sothoryos, with your ships & dragons and the family had been there ever since. There was a recently acquired map of Sothoryos brought to the table. It was made up of one giant continent and clusters of islands. Your country had been secretive for centuries, but the Greens and the Belaerys family both needed allies. So you went to King’s Landing, and there was already talk of wedding you to Daeron, the youngest son of Viserys I Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. Though they weren’t very happy about the situation.

Otto, referring to your peoples’ “lascivious behavior…lack of morals”, said that Loicato bastards keep both parents’ names, and royals are given middle names. Men and women can have as many as three plural marriages, and they even marry same-gendered partners. That part especially caught his attention. For as much as he wished he could explore that part of him, his desire for men as well as women, would not dissipate over time. It only got stronger. He really wished he could visit the home of the future Sothoryi Queen.

Otto cleared his throat to make sure Aemond was paying attention. “While she’s here, get her to see why being a part of this family will be beneficial to her people as much as ours. You must convince her to take Daeron as her husband.”

Aemond stared at Otto with his piercing gaze. “I am to play matchmaker for my brother? Does Daeron know? Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

Alicent answered him, “Yes, your brother knows, but he isn’t here and he won’t be back for a while—”

“Your brother is making sure our allies stay our allies.” Otto interrupted.

“Without having himself to offer in marriage?”

“It is much more important that we secure Sothoryos.”

Though kind of annoyed, Aemond was always ready to do as he was commanded. “When?”

“Six days time.”

Aemond was to meet you on the beach. He saw you from the keep just as you landed. You had been wearing a hood and mask to protect your face while flying, but you had removed it. You were getting off of your dragon when he finally approached. Your saddle was attached at the base of her neck; fitted for her enormous size. It was made of hemp, lightweight and strong, lined with caiman skin. It was the richest, most brilliant blue he had ever seen. But he also knew that you knew magic, as they did in Valyria, so he wondered if it was enchanted with some spell or other.

Your dragon was named Molcajete. She was black with dark purple markings. She was at least 20% bigger than Vhagar. Not to mention, she was very particular about who she would let get near her. Approaching your beast might be extremely difficult, if not deadly. Usually only when you asked her not to hurt them, would she allow someone to get close. But Aemond didn’t know that about her.

Molcajete never bothered leaning to the side to allow you to dismount easily, so you’d come up with the idea to use a rope, attached to the saddle. You wrapped the albaca fiber rope around your armour-clad arm and jumped off. It caused Aemond to start before he saw the rich violet - the shade of your banners - wrapped around your arm, holding you safe from a fall. It would have been painful without your leathers and armour. You dropped your feet to the ground and tossed the rope out of your way before removing your gloves, hood, mask, and cape. You didn’t see Aemond walking toward you and startled when he asked you how your flight had been. Your dragon whipped her head around to see what scared you and roared in Aemond’s face. He was shocked, to say the least, but he wasn’t scared.

“Molcajete…” You saw Aemond’s eye patch and immediately knew who he was. “This is Prince Aemond.” You stroked her, “I’m sure the prince didn’t intend to frighten me.” Molcajete looked at you as though she was listening carefully. “Kostilus, lykirī.” (‘Calmly, please.’) When she relaxed and looked away, you gave her one last command. “Hegnīr. Sōvēs.” (‘Like that. Fly.) With that, Molcajete walked away, beat her wings, rose into the air, and flew off. She sent back what can only be described as a sandstorm, from the beach sand, in her wake. You used your discarded cape to cover yourself and the Prince until it stopped.

Aemond could see your family coat of arms clearly emblazoned on a flag hanging around the dragon’s neck, once she was in flight. Purple Dragon Spitting a Blue Fireball, with a Blue Macuahuitl underneath, on Yellow. You were dressed as though you were going to battle. Your hair was dark grey (no doubt from the mix of Valyrian Belaerys blood with whatever people lived in Sothoryos) with blue-dyed tips. Aemond remembered his grandfather saying that Añil blue was only made is Sothoryos (it had become popular in Essos and Dorne) and royalty often used the blue to dye their brows and hair. You also had a septum piercing, painted the same colour as the tips of your hair. Your eyes were lined with an enchanted coal and they were an exquisite shade of purple with flecks of gold. They sparkled in the afternoon sunlight like so many stars in the night sky. He thought he was in love with you already.

“Kostilus?” (“Please?”) Aemond’s hands were behind his back, not even breaking a sweat over the dragon being annoyed with him.

“You have to respect them or they won’t respect you. We don’t actually have power over them, as so many dragon lords once believed. It’s a partnership.”

Aemond smirked, “Where did you find such a lovely dragon?”

“She chose me. In order to get a dragon, my people have to befriend one first, or have one born for them. Then they build a bond while training the dragon. And, as often as possible, manage to get a collar around it themselves, as well as try to mount it. After that, you make as many attempts as possible to ride it without a saddle. When you succeed, you have a dragon. This is to prove to the dragon that you’re not weak. Only once have I witnessed someone give up, but he did lose a leg, which would make riding a dragon near impossible.”

“That’s how I first rode Vhagar.”

“Then you’re already Sothoryi. Perhaps we should give you a middle name to set you apart from the Westerosi.”

“Your family is from Valyria, Princess. Why does she have a different name?”

You chuckled, “I may not even be half Valyrian at this point, as my family hasn’t kept the blood as pure as yours. Her real name is ‘Molcaxitl y Texolotl’, which is ‘Mortar and Pestle’. I shortened it to make it a little easier for the common tongue, but I mostly call her Molca.

Aemond nodded in agreement that it was a good name, then motioned for you to accompany him, “I thought Sothoryos was unlivable, and yet I was recently told of your existence.”

“When your original home is destroyed and you feel that you have nowhere else to go, then you find it within yourself to go further than Jaenara Belaerys.”

“Tell me of your home.”

“It’s mostly thick jungles. There’s a desert and plains, clear blue sea water, and beaches of pink, black, red, white, and green.”

“Black?”

“Yes, my Prince.” As you walked together, you continued, “My family went back to Valyria five years ago to see what remained. I had already been and told them there was nothing left, but they were determined. Then we went to Dorne. I assume the Hand found out about us from there.

I wanted to stay out of it for my people but my father, King Maegor Coatl Belaerys was convinced to elect me to send here. And my brother, Prince Baelor TezcacoatI Belaerys, to Dragonstone. Now my father is determined that we join the rest of the world. As well as save the dragons.” He remembered hearing about how all of your dragons were laying, but not one egg had hatched. He thought you meant to attempt mating some of the Belaerys females to one or more Targaryen or wild males.

You both walked for a few steps before you began your short version of how you found Molcajete. “I was in The Summer Islands and I saw a lavender and blue one fly overhead. I decided to search for it. The last Belaerys dragon died ten years before I found Molcajete. Gaelithox was mine, but he was old. Very old, but that made him a great beginner dragon.”

You laughed, but Aemond stopped you. “You mean to tell me, you’ve ridden more than one dragon?”

“Is that not customary here?”

“I’m not sure anyone has ever tried.” He began walking again, with you by his side. “Tell me more.”

“Well, two is the most any rider should ever have at once, and that’s if you ride every day. I came across a small island off of the southern coast of Asshai, which the dragons used as a nursery. Most of them are half Vhagar’s size. I followed a different dragon, white with orange markings, from Asshai to Ulthos, where there were at least seven dragons living. I went out every day for weeks and weeks, often bringing things to make them happy. I sang and spoke to them in Valyrian. One day, I used the command ‘Māzīs’ and Molcajete came to me. I didn’t even know there was one as big as she is, but the second she poked her head out of the cave, I knew she was going to be huge. It was still weeks before she let me ride her.”

“She’s even bigger than mine. How did you do it?” Aemond turned to look at you carefully with his one eye.

“I talked to them.” You could tell he was suspicious. “She allowed me to put a collar made of rope around her neck.” You leaned in close to him, “I held on really tight. That’s how it’s done where I’m from. First, you learn to ride without a saddle.”

“Were you frightened?”

“I was terrified when I first rode Molcajete. She’s young at heart, still. Took me on all sorts of twists and turns before she let me take over.”

“She must be at least as old as Balerion when he died.”

“Or older than Balerion would be now. She’s of Valyria.”

“How do you know?” You smirked at him, not wanting to give away all of your secrets. Aemond thought about how Molcajete flew away. “And you let her fly freely.”

“From what I was told, the pits aren’t big enough. She’s well-fed and usually only attacks if she’s threatened.”

“Or if someone threatens you.”

“Of course.” You turned into a hall. “Besides, I couldn’t bear forcing her into the pits when a dragon’s favourite thing to do is fly.”

Aemond began scheming. “Could you show me this island?”

“I could, but you won’t find them there. They’ve found a new place somewhere to nest and live, because too many people found out about them.”

Aemond quickly switched to getting to know you more. “What’s your full name? I assume you have one, like your father and brother.”

“Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, future Queen of Sothoryos.”

A twinge of disappointment struck Aemond’s chest. “You’re to be married?”

“I am to be Queen.” You stopped to face him. “I was chosen by my people to be our head. We have over a hundred members in positions of power, but my word will be law. It’s better to have a content citizenry. Better than rioting and anarchy.” You paused to remember a revolution you’d witnessed. “Trust me.”

He noticed the somber look on your face. “You’re right. It’s much more desirable to have satisfied subjects.” He held out his hand and you took it. He led you on your walk. “You should teach me your language, so I can learn what your name means.”

“Uel nimitsach se amo miatlamantin.” (‘I can teach you a few things.’) You winked at him as you continued ahead of him.

He thought, for once, someone new and exciting had come to King’s Landing.

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#aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond fic #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #hotd aemond #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #otto hightower #hotd #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #fan fic

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BRUH THE HATE WITHIN HOTD NEEDS TO STOP!

Look, I know this will prob get me hate. But, can't we both agree on the following regardless of who's team we are on :

not giving giving death threats / hate / etc. to actors and other members of the fandom!

both Team Green and Team Black have done bad things in the Dance of the Dragons

innocent people got hurt in the conflict

and it was the biggest and most stupidest fight for a throne made of swords!

Bruh, I just want us to all simp over hot Targs in peace!

Plus, the actor ( of whatever character you hate ) does not deserve this. Look what ya'll did to poor Jack Gleeson who played Joffrey Baratheon. He got SOOOOOO much hate that he completely dropped of the public eye for a few years.

PRAISE THE ACTOR FOR DOING A GOOD JOB IN MAKING THESE HATEABLE CHARACTER'S SO HATEABLE!

#house of dragons x reader #house of dragons #house of the dragon

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female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

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Reblog if you've ever cried while writing fanfiction.

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friendly reminder that the age of technology is coming to an end and a new age of blood magic and dark rituals will take its place

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can he be in the Bayeux Tapestry

how’s this?

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general relativity for babies

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Don’t mind me, just thinking about Aemond strolling into his chambers all windswept after riding Vhagar, looking dishevelled but happy, and imagining getting on my knees to suck him off immediately until he’s a panting moaning mess

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut

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‘Open My Eyes to Everything that Closes My Heart’

(very little use of ‘Y/N’)

2k words

General warnings (the first link on the series masterlist) apply to this chapter and all future chapters.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Aemond stared at Otto with his piercing gaze. “I am to play matchmaker for my brother? Does Daeron know? Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

Alicent answered him, “Yes, your brother knows, but he isn’t here and he won’t be back for a while—”

“Your brother is making sure our allies stay our allies.” Otto interrupted.

“Without having himself to offer in marriage?”

“It is much more important that we secure Sothoryos.”

Though kind of annoyed, Aemond was always ready to do as he was commanded. “When?”

“Six days time.”

“Kostilus?” (“Please?”) Aemond’s hands were behind his back, not even breaking a sweat over the dragon being annoyed with him.

“You have to respect them or they won’t respect you. We don’t actually have power over them, as so many dragon lords once believed. It’s a partnership.”

Aemond smirked, “Where did you find such a lovely dragon?”

“That’s how I first rode Vhagar.”

“Then you’re already Sothoryi. Perhaps we should give you a middle name to set you apart from the Westerosi.”

“Your family is from Valyria, Princess. Why does she have a different name?”

Aemond nodded in agreement that it was a good name, then motioned for you to accompany him, “I thought Sothoryos was unlivable, and yet I was recently told of your existence.”

“When your original home is destroyed and you feel that you have nowhere else to go, then you find it within yourself to go further than Jaenara Belaerys.”

“Tell me of your home.”

“It’s mostly thick jungles. There’s a desert and plains, clear blue sea water, and beaches of pink, black, red, white, and green.”

“Black?”

You laughed, but Aemond stopped you. “You mean to tell me, you’ve ridden more than one dragon?”

“Is that not customary here?”

“I’m not sure anyone has ever tried.” He began walking again, with you by his side. “Tell me more.”

“She’s even bigger than mine. How did you do it?” Aemond turned to look at you carefully with his one eye.

“Were you frightened?”

“I was terrified when I first rode Molcajete. She’s young at heart, still. Took me on all sorts of twists and turns before she let me take over.”

“She must be at least as old as Balerion when he died.”

“Or older than Balerion would be now. She’s of Valyria.”

“How do you know?” You smirked at him, not wanting to give away all of your secrets. Aemond thought about how Molcajete flew away. “And you let her fly freely.”

“From what I was told, the pits aren’t big enough. She’s well-fed and usually only attacks if she’s threatened.”

“Or if someone threatens you.”

“Of course.” You turned into a hall. “Besides, I couldn’t bear forcing her into the pits when a dragon’s favourite thing to do is fly.”

Aemond began scheming. “Could you show me this island?”

“I could, but you won’t find them there. They’ve found a new place somewhere to nest and live, because too many people found out about them.”

Aemond quickly switched to getting to know you more. “What’s your full name? I assume you have one, like your father and brother.”

“Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, future Queen of Sothoryos.”

A twinge of disappointment struck Aemond’s chest. “You’re to be married?”

“Uel nimitsach se amo miatlamantin.” (‘I can teach you a few things.’) You winked at him as you continued ahead of him.

He thought, for once, someone new and exciting had come to King’s Landing.

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Closer II

Summary:

Both Aemond and Lucaela deal with the concequences of their mating as certain revelations come to light.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Knotting, Marriage, Pregnancy, Child Birth, Character Death.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C LUCAELA VELARYON

INSPIRED BY - 'NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER'

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 6623

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

"You fool!" Otto roared, his voice echoing off the walls of his chambers. "You can't keep your damn knot in your breeches, can you? Irreversibly tying yourself to Rhaenyra's daughter, of all people!"

Aemond's jaw tensed, his own frustration mounting as he bore the brunt of his grandfather's wrath. "I never intended for this to happen, grandfather," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "But Lucaela-she's my mate. I couldn't deny our bond any longer."

"Your mate be damned!" Otto spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "Do you realize what you've done? You've single-handedly destroyed any chance we had of securing the throne for your brother. All because you couldn't control your urges, I thought I had to worry about your brother, not you”.

"Grandsire-“ muttered Aemond.

Otto's mind raced as he tried to salvage the remnants of his meticulously laid plans, the very foundations of which now seemed to crumble beneath his feet. With Rhaenyra and Daemon demanding that Aemond marry Lucaela, Otto saw a sliver of opportunity amidst the chaos.

"If we can't control the situation," he mused aloud, his voice heavy with frustration, "Perhaps we can manipulate it to our advantage."

Rhaenyra's attachment to her daughter was well-known, a weakness that could be exploited if handled with care. If Lucaela became a pawn in their political game, they might be able to force Rhaenyra to come to terms and bend to their will.

"Force her hand," Otto murmured to himself, his mind churning with possibilities. "Use Lucaela as leverage to ensure Rhaenyra's compliance."

The Alpha within Aemond roared in protest as he listened to his grandfather's plans for Lucaela. Deep within him, a primal instinct surged, rejecting Otto's manipulative schemes with a ferocity that matched the flames of a dragon.

"No," Aemond growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I will not allow Lucaela to be used as a pawn in your games”.

Otto's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Aemond, his own resolve unyielding in the face of his grandson's defiance. "You are willing to risk everything," he countered, his voice laced with frustration, "Your own life, the lives of your brothers and sister, the life of your mother, all for the sake of this bond?"

Aemond squared his shoulders and shook his head, his grandsire’s words playing on a loop in his mind.

But the Alpha inside him was furious, demanding that he protect his mate.

"If Rhaenyra is crowned queen, we will all be in danger. She will see us as threats to her rule, and she will stop at nothing to eliminate us."

“Grandsire-there has to be another way“ muttered Aemond.

Otto shook his head, his expression grim. "What of the realm?" he challenged. "Do you not care about the stability of the Seven Kingdoms? Aegon is the King’s firstborn son, the crown is his by right”.

"But at what cost?" Aemond shot back, his tone fierce. "Do we sacrifice everything we hold dear in the name of political expediency? I refuse to let Lucaela suffer for our ambitions, to see her used as a pawn in a game of thrones."

“I implore you to see reason Aemond-a living contender invites challenge. We must work together to secure your brother’s succession,” said Otto.

“Not at the cost of Lucy-“

"You're being used, Aemond," declared Otto, his tone cold and unforgiving. "Can't you see? Lucaela deliberately placed herself in front of you, knowing full well you wouldn't be able to resist her scent."

Aemond's jaw clenched at the accusation, his Alpha instincts bristling with indignation. "You speak as if Lucaela is some kind of manipulative pawn," he countered, his voice sharp with defiance. "But she is my mate. Our bond is stronger than any scheme Rhaenyra could concoct."

Otto shook his head, his expression incredulous. "You only lost one eye how could you be so blind" he scoffed. "Do you honestly believe Lucaela's actions are purely out of love? She is her mother’s daughter, and she’s been raised by Daemon. You think it's a coincidence that she presented herself to you on the day of the Driftmark petition?"

Aemond's chest tightened at the implication, his mind reeling with the possibility that he had been deceived. But even as doubt crept into his thoughts, he refused to entertain the notion that Lucaela's feelings for him were anything less than genuine.

"You don't understand” he asserted, his tone firm and resolute. "Through our bond, I can feel her emotions, her feelings for me. They are genuine, I would know if they were false."

“A fools notion” scoffed Otto.

His Alpha instincts surged within him, reinforcing his conviction with a primal certainty that Otto could not hope to comprehend. "You speak of manipulation and deceit, but you underestimate the power of our connection," Aemond continued, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I can feel her love for me. No scheme or plot could fabricate such emotion."

Otto's scepticism faltered slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing his features as he regarded his grandson. But he quickly regained his composure, his resolve unyielding in the face of Aemond's protestations.

"Feelings can be fickle, Aemond," he cautioned, his voice tinged with warning. "Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment”.

But Aemond remained steadfast, his faith in Lucaela unwavering despite the doubts cast upon their relationship. "I trust in our bond, grandsire," he declared, his voice ringing with determination. "No matter the challenges we face, I will stand by Lucaela's side”.

Otto's voice carried a solemn warning as he fixed Aemond with a steely gaze. "When the time comes, Aemond," he said, his tone grave, "You had better pray to the Seven that your bond with Lucaela will be enough to save not only your life but the lives of your siblings as well."

As he rounded a corner, Aemond's heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted him. There she was, Lucaela, radiant and alluring as ever, standing in the company of her stepfather, Daemon. His presence sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through Aemond, the Alpha within him bristling at the sight of another Alpha in such close proximity to his mate.

For a moment, Aemond stood rooted to the spot, torn between the conflicting urges warring within him. On one hand, the desire to assert his claim over Lucaela burned fiercely within him, driving him to emphasise his dominance over any who would dare to encroach upon their bond.

But on the other hand, a voice of reason whispered in the back of his mind, reminding him of the consequences of giving in to his primal instincts.

With a deep breath, Aemond forced himself to calm, the turmoil within him subsiding slightly as he approached Lucaela and Daemon. "Lucaela," he greeted her, his voice husky with desire yet tempered with restraint. "I was hoping to find you."

Lucaela turned to him, her eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. "Aemond," she replied, a smile gracing her lips.

" I was wandering when you’d have the courage to show your face after defiling my stepdaughter” said Daemon, his hand wrapping around the pommel of Dark Sister.

Aemond's jaw clenched at the barb, his Alpha instincts bristling at the insult. "Things will be set right by our marriage," he retorted, his voice sharp with indignation.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. "Of course, of course," he replied, his tone oozing with insincerity. "Nothing like a hasty ceremony to make up for your indiscretions, eh?"

But before Aemond could respond, Daemon continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "I do hope your grandsire hasn’t taken the news too hard, now that you can’t be sold off to forge alliances" he taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I suppose his carefully laid plans will have to be put on hold now that you've tied yourself to my stepdaughter."

Aemond's fists clenched at his sides, the Alpha within him roaring with fury at Daemon's jibes.

Just as he was about to respond, Aemond felt a surge of panic course through him, a jolt of raw emotion that cut through the haze of his thoughts like a knife. It was Lucaela, her distress echoing through their bond with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

His mind raced back to his grandfather's words, the insinuation that Lucaela had deliberately placed herself in his path, tempting him with her presence.

Could it be true? Had she orchestrated their meeting, knowing full well the effect she would have on him?

The doubt gnawed at him, a relentless whisper in the back of his mind as he struggled to make sense of the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.

“L-Lucaela” exclaimed Aemond, his hand reaching up to his mating mark that had now started to sting.

Lucaela stared at Aemond for a moment before she turned and fled, her steps quick and determined as she disappeared back inside the Red Keep. Without a moment's hesitation, he followed, his instincts driving him forward with a single-minded purpose.

"Lucaela, wait!" he called after her, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the keep. But she did not stop, her form disappearing around a corner as she continued to flee from him.

With a surge of determination, Aemond quickened his pace, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridors as he chased after her.

Finally, he caught up to her just outside her chambers, his chest heaving as he reached out to gently grasp her arm, turning her to face him. "Lucy, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency. "Tell me what's wrong. Why did you run?"

Lucaela's eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty as she looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.

But Aemond refused to let her push him away. "You can't or you won't?" he pressed, his voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

As Aemond searched her eyes for answers, Lucaela's resolve crumbled under the weight of his gaze. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself to confess the truth that had been weighing on her.

"Aemond," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "Daemon found out about Otto's scheming-about your family's plans to usurp the throne and have Aegon crowned instead of my mother."

Aemond's eye widened in shock at the revelation, the implications of Daemon's discovery sinking in with a sickening sense of dread. "How?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

Lucaela swallowed hard, her hands trembling at her sides. "Someone overheard a conversation between Otto and one of his advisors and word got back to Daemon," she confessed, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

“What does that have to do with me?” asked Aemond.

"After Daemon found out about Otto's plans, he knows that you and Vhagar are Otto’s biggest asset. He-he told me to place myself in front of you, to allow nature to take its course."

Aemond's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling at the implications of her words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Lucaela swallowed hard, the truth spilling from her lips like poison. "He knew that as a newly presented Omega, no unmated Alpha could resist me," she confessed, her voice shaking with shame. "He told me to use that to my advantage, to tempt you into-into succumbing to your desires."

A wave of anger surged through Aemond, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to process the betrayal that lay before him. "And you-you went along with it?" he demanded; his voice laced with accusation.

Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she met his gaze, her own heart breaking at the pain she had caused him. "I-I didn't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought-I thought I was helping, that I was ensuring my mother’s claim”

How could you?" he demanded; his voice thick with emotion. "How could you deceive me like this, Lucy? To use our bond for your own gain, to manipulate me-“

But before he could finish his tirade, Lucaela scoffed, her own frustration boiling over at his accusations. "And what about Otto's scheming to usurp the throne?" she shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Did you really think that Daemon would stand idly by while your grandsire plotted to undermine my mother’s claim?"

Aemond recoiled at the venom in her words, the truth of her accusations striking him like a blow to the chest.

"Lucaela, I-" he began, his voice faltering as he searched for the right words.

But she held up a hand, cutting him off before he could speak. "I'm not excusing what I did, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softening slightly. "But usurping the throne from the named heir, it’s wrong”.

"In order for your mother to secure her reign, she would have to eliminate any potential threats to her power. Aegon, Me even Daeron. A living contender invites challenge," he continued, his voice heavy with resignation. "And in Rhaenyra's eyes, any one of us could be seen as a threat to her rule”.

Lucaela's eyes flashed with indignation, her voice rising with anger as she countered Aemond's grim assessment. "How dare you, Aemond," she spat, her words sharp with frustration. "My mother would never harm anyone. You are her blood. You would be part of her rule as Queen, not victims of her ambition."

“Did she not demand that I be sharply questioned-to discover where I heard slanders against her bastards” snapped Aemond.

The fire in her eyes burned bright, fuelled by a fierce loyalty to her mother and a deep-seated belief in her righteousness. "Otto has dripped his poison in your ear," she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. "You've let his doubts cloud your judgment, but I refuse to let you believe such lies."

“How can I be assured that they are lies” replied Aemond.

"Aemond, please," she implored, her tone softened with earnestness. "Search our bond. Feel the truth in my words. My mother has no intention of harming you or your siblings."

Aemond hesitated, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between them. But as he gazed into Lucaela's eyes, he saw nothing, but sincerity reflected back at him, a raw honesty that stirred something deep within his soul.

Closing his eye, Aemond reached out through their bond, searching for the truth amidst the tumult of emotions that swirled within him. And as he delved deeper, he felt a sense of clarity wash over him, a profound realization that cut through the fog of doubt and uncertainty.

Lucaela wasn't lying. Her mother, Rhaenyra, harboured no ill intentions toward him or his siblings. It was a truth that resonated deep within him, anchoring him in the certainty of their shared bond.

Aemond pressed his forehead against Lucaela's, their bond pulsing with the intensity of their shared emotions. "My grandsire told me that crowning Rhaenyra would divide the Seven Kingdoms and start a war," he murmured, his voice heavy with concern.

But Lucaela shook her head, her eyes filled with a solemn conviction. "Usurping the throne is what will start a war," she countered, her voice steady despite the turmoil that raged within her.

“I’m worried Lucy-“

“Aemond, please listen to me," she implored, her gaze pleading with him to understand. "My mother is the named heir. It is her birthright, recognized by law. To challenge her claim would only sow further discord and violence only begets more violence. If you take the throne by force, it will only lead to bloodshed and chaos."

Aemond's expression softened as he regarded Lucaela, her sincerity and wisdom shining through in her words. "But what if-“

“-The House of the Dragon needs to stand together as one. Let the realm see us united, witness our strength and unity."

She reached out to take his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "We can show the realm that we are not divided by ambition or greed," she continued, her voice filled with conviction. "That we are bound by blood and loyalty, and that together, we are stronger than any external threat."

“I want to believe you-” whispered Aemond.

“What do you think would happen to us-to me if Aegon was crowned King? It works both ways Aemond, my life would be forfeit as would that of my mother, stepfather and brothers-Otto wouldn’t let us live” whispered Lucaela.

The Alpha inside Aemond bristled with anger at the thought of Lucaela being killed, as angry as he was at her scheming, he knew she was right.

The only thing to do was make a choice-believe his Omega and trust that her word was true, or side with his grandsire and stand on the precipice of war.

In the end it was the Alpha inside who made the choice.

"My Alpha, issa zaldrīzes," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against his senses (My dragon).

The bond between them pulsed with a primal energy, igniting a fierce longing within Aemond's heart. The Alpha inside him roaring to life, demanding that he seek to make amends with his mate, to bridge the divide that had grown between them.

Unable to resist the pull of their bond any longer, Aemond leaned in close, his lips brushing against Lucaela's ear as he whispered his own confession. "My Omega, I need you" he breathed, his voice husky with desire and regret.

“Then take me Alpha-claim what belongs to you. Now and always” whimpered Lucaela.

Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

He spun Lucaela around and pressed her face against the wall, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other quickly untying the laces of his breeches.

Aemond nudged her ankle with his foot, signalling for her to open her legs wider.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Lucaela moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Not having the patience to properly prepare her, Aemond spat into his hand.

Aemond ran his hand up and down the hard length of himself, eyeing his Omega with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she bent forward for him.

He pulls aside her small clothes as he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” growls Aemond.

Lucaela can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers.

Then he withdraws from her and spins her around, lifting her into his arms, his mouth pressed against hers as he quickly thrusts back inside her.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Lucaela.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

“P-Please Alpha-“ wailed Lucaela.

Aemond digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Lucaela’s hips, pulling her body against his as he thrusts forward, his singular eye focused on where they are joined.

His cock shining with her slick, the knot beginning to swell at the base, but he doesn’t want to finish not yet, not like this. So he withdraws from her again, making her whimper in frustration.

But Aemond ignores her as he lays her on the chaise lounge and falls to his knees.

Sliding his calloused hands up her legs, bunching the fabric of her small clothes in his hand before he rips them from her body.

“Aemond” shrieked Lucaela as Aemond’s mouth descends on her cunny.

Ravenously, he pressed into his Omega’s dripping core with his tongue, in and out, much faster than his cock ever could.

Still gasping, Lucaela clutched at his head with one hand, her other digging into the fabric of the chaise.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core and lashed hard at her clitoris with his tongue, pulling on it with his lips. He was hard, fast and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunt.

Lucaela ground down on Aemond, hard; his tongue speared deeper inside her, and she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

Aemond growled, deep in his throat; a sound that she didn’t hear very often. The vibration of his vocal cords rippled through to his tongue and Lucaela gasped; she felt every vibration keenly. Her body tensed for her peak– But Aemond pulled away from her and smirked, his chin shining with her slick.

“A-Aemond” gasped Lucaela, the tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks.

“Be a good little Omega and take what your Alpha gives you” said Aemond as he reached for the laces of her dress before he grew impatient and tore it from her body, leaving her breasts bared.

His tongue licking at the stiffened rosy peak.

“P-Please. Alpha” sobbed Lucaela as she felt his hard cock sliding against her folds.

“Hmm” growled Aemond as he wrapped his hand around his wife’s throat and sheathed himself inside her once more.

“God. Yes. Aemond” moaned Lucaela.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful” sighed Aemond.

Slowly thrusting back and forth. Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance. He marvelled at her body. Such a beautiful, succulent thing his Omega was. Allowing him entry into the most sacred parts of her body.

Aemond began to fuck her in earnest, his fingers digging into the flesh of her throat, using her as leverage as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her cunny, over, thrilled to hear Lucaela’s moans of need echoing around their chambers.

His thrusts, brutal and unrelenting.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond.

Lucaela’s. screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

Gods, he needed to spill his seed, to see her swollen with his pup. But he wanted to watch her ride him to completion.

So, with his cock still nestled inside her, Aemond manoeuvred himself into a sitting position with Lucaela on his lap.

“Give me another-I want you to come on my cock again” growled Aemond.

Lucaela ripped open the cotton shirt he was wearing and ran her hands over the defined muscles of his chest, her nails digging into his pale skin.

“Oh” gasped Lucaela as she rolled her hips against Aemonds.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me”.

Aemond placed his hands on Lucaela’s hips and marvelled at his Omega as she rode him.

Lucaela dug her nails into Aemond’s chest as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Lucaela as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the other.

Lucaela’s thighs began to burn, as she felt her second peak approach.

“AEMOND” screamed Lucaela as she felt Aemond’s knot slip inside her.

“God. Lucy-my Lucy” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed inside her, collapsing against the chaise, breathing hard.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses. Meanwhile his Omega had collapsed against him, her face pressed into his neck.

Kings Landing was a buzz with activity. The guests were arriving, the preparations had been made and it was finally here. The day Lucaela and Aemond would stand together in the great sept and get married.

Lucaela was so nervous that she decided to skip breakfast, as she wasn’t sure that she could actually stomach food.

After bathing, Lucaela’s maids began to help her get ready. Her dark hair was brushed and twisted into elegant braids and the Valyrian steel necklace that had once been gifted to her mother by Daemon was placed around her neck.

The cool metal resting against the mating bite that already marred her pale skin.

Her wedding dress had a fitted sleeveless bodice with a modest neckline. The skirts flaring out behind her like a cloud.

As soon as the gown had been buttoned and her maiden cloak tied, there was a soft knock at the door.

It was her mother.

“You look beautiful” gasped Rhaenyra as she looked her daughter up and down.

“Thank you” replied Lucaela smiling.

“I’ve come to escort you to the sept and Daemon will walk you down the aisle”.

“D-Do I look like a bride mother?” asked Lucaela.

“You look perfect my sweet girl-but tell me is this what you truly desire?”

“Yes mother-“ replied Lucaela.

“I do not agree with Daemon’s scheming-“ said Rhaenyra as she took her daughters hand.

“It was for a purpose mother-I was always meant to marry for allegiance”.

“I hate that you have done this for me-“ replied Rhaenyra.

“I do not. You are my mother and my future Queen, I would see myself from this world if it meant you were safe” said Lucaela firmly.

“My sweet girl what a precious gift you are-“ exclaimed Rhaenyra as she pressed a series of kisses to Lucaela’s face.

“Aemond isn’t all bad mama-he makes me feel desired” whispered Lucaela blushing.

“I can the marks of Aemond’s desire for you” quipped Rhaenyra.

“Mama” gasped Lucaela.

“Right, shall we get going. It’s almost time” said Rhaenyra brightly.

The sept was decorated beautifully, but it all paled in comparison to Aemond who was stood beside the High Septon.

He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Lucaela took Daemon’s arm.

“You look beautiful my daughter” muttered Daemon.

“Thank you, father,” replied Lucaela.

“Be mindful Lucy-Desperate men are dangerous” whispered Daemon as he nodded towards Otto and Larys Strong who were muttering to one another.

“I had assumed that the traitors would have been dealt with already”.

“In due time-I cannot wipe out half of the Kings council, we must be vigilant and strike when the cunts least expect it” said Daemon.

“Mother must be persuaded to remain in Kings Landing, returning to Dragonstone isn’t the solution” said Lucaela softly.

“I agree” uttered Daemon.

“Thank you for escorting the bride Prince Daemon. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Lucaela undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Daemon who nodded respectfully to the Septon and took his seat next to Rhaenyra.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Lucaela’ shoulders.

Aemond then took Lucaela’ hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Lucaela, her lip wobbling slightly.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“The vows have been spoken. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Lucaela’ lips.

“ñuhon” whispered Aemond as he pulled away (Mine).

The grand feast in the throne room of the Red Keep was a sight to behold, a dazzling display of opulence and extravagance befitting the union of two noble houses. The room was alive with music and laughter, the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of exotic dishes and fine wines.

Aemond and Lucaela sat side by side at the head table, their fingers intertwined as they shared stolen glances and whispered words of love. But despite the festivities that surrounded them, the Alpha inside Aemond was restless, his senses ablaze with the primal urge to claim his mate.

As the night wore on and the feast reached its crescendo, Aemond found himself increasingly unable to resist the pull of his desires. The mating bite on Lucaela's neck called to him like a siren's song, its intoxicating scent sending waves of arousal coursing through him.

Desperation clawed at Aemond's senses as he struggled to maintain his composure, the need to reclaim his Omega growing more urgent with each passing moment. But amidst the revelry of the celebration, he knew that they would need to wait until they were alone, until they could be together in the privacy of their chambers.

Suddenly Aemond’s senses sharpened, a strange scent tickling at the edges of his awareness. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but to Aemond, it was unmistakable.

Nosing Lucaela's mating mark, he inhaled deeply, his heart pounding with anticipation. And then he caught it—the faintest hint of milk, sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the scent of their bond.

With a surge of excitement, Aemond turned to Lucaela, his eyes shining with joy. "Lucy," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're carrying my pup."

Lucaela's eyes widened in disbelief, her hand instinctively moving to rest against her stomach. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Aemond nodded eagerly, his heart soaring with pride. "I can scent it as your Alpha, the scent of milk is unmistakable," he explained, his voice filled with excitement.

Tears welled in Lucaela's eyes as she processed the news, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I can't believe it”

The Alpha inside Aemond surged with a primal delight, a fierce sense of pride and joy coursing through him like wildfire. To pup his sweet Omega mate was a dream he had scarcely dared to imagine.

As he gazed upon Lucaela, his heart swelled with love and adoration, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and cherish her and their unborn pup with every fibre of his being.

With gentle caresses and tender words, Aemond showered Lucaela with affection, his touch a promise of the unwavering devotion and support he would offer her as they embarked on this new journey together.

As Aemond and Lucaela reveled in the joy of their news, their moment of intimacy was suddenly interrupted by the boisterous arrival of Aegon. With a mischievous grin, Aegon sauntered over, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Well, well, well," he declared with a playful smirk. "I think it's time you two lovebirds got a room, don't you?"

Aemond's scowl deepened at his brother's teasing, but before he could retort, Lucaela gently squeezed his hand, a knowing smile playing at her lips. With a soft chuckle, she rose to her feet, her gaze locked with his.

"Shall we, my love?" she whispered, her voice laced with laughter.

Aemond's heart swelled with affection as he returned her smile, his Alpha instincts urging him to protect and care for her above all else. With a nod, he rose to his feet, his hand entwined with Lucaela's as they made their way out of the crowded hall

-Months Later-

In the dim light of the birthing chamber, Lucaela's laboured breaths echoed against the stone walls, her grip on Aemond's hand tightening with each wave of pain.

Aemond stood by her side, his heart heavy with worry yet brimming with pride as he watched over her, offering words of comfort and encouragement with every contraction. "You're doing amazing, my love," he whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of pain. "Just a little longer, and our pup will be in your arms."

With each passing moment, Lucaela's strength grew, her resolve unwavering as she pushed through the agony with unwavering determination. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, their pup emerged into the world, a tiny bundle of life cradled in Lucaela's arms.

Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he beheld his newborn pup, his heart overflowing with an indescribable sense of joy and wonder. "He's beautiful," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion.

Lucaela smiled through her exhaustion as she gazed down at their son, her fingers gently caressing his soft, newborn skin. "Aeron," she whispered, her voice filled with love as she spoke his name for the first time.

As Aeron let out his first cries, a sense of awe washed over them, a profound realization settling in their hearts. For even in his first moments of life, he emitted a scent similar to that of his father—Aeron was destined to be an Alpha.

As Aemond cradled his newborn son in his arms for the first time, his heart swelled with a love so fierce and profound that it felt as though it might burst from his chest.

"My son," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "My precious Aeron. My boy"

Tears welled in Aemond's eye as he looked upon the small, features of his son, the exact mirror of his own, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of his cheek. In that moment, he vowed that Aeron would always know his attention, his kindness, and his love and devotion.

"You will grow up strong and brave," he murmured, his voice a soft promise. "I will teach you to be honourable and just, to stand up for what is right and to protect those you love."

With each word, Aemond felt a sense of purpose settle within him, a determination to be the father his son deserved. For Aeron was not just his son—he was his legacy, his hope for the future, a symbol of the love and bond that he shared with Lucaela.

As the joyous celebration of new life echoed throughout the halls of the Red Keep, a solemn hush fell over the chambers of King Viserys Targaryen.

Beside him stood his loyal attendants, their faces etched with sorrow as they watched over their beloved King in his final moments.

“With a final, gentle exhale, Viserys' hand went limp, his eyes closing.

"Aemma," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he reached out through the darkness, his thoughts drifting to the wife he had lost so many years ago.

"Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," he intoned, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition. "The First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

With a graceful movement, the High Septon lowered the golden crown onto Rhaenyra's brow, the weight of it settling like a mantle of authority upon her shoulders. And as the crown gleamed in the dim light of the sept, Rhaenyra felt a sense of pride and purpose swell within her heart.

"And her Consort King, Daemon of House Targaryen," he declared, his words ringing out with solemnity. "May their union be blessed by the Seven, and may they rule with wisdom and justice for all the days of their reign."

A ripple of applause swept through the crowd as Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a knowing glance, their hands clasped together in a silent vow of unity.

In the quiet chambers of their quarters, Aemond stood watch over his mate as she recovered from giving brith. Beside them lay their newborn son, Aeron, his tiny form cradled in the warmth of his mother's embrace.

Despite the grandeur of the occasion unfolding within the walls of the Red Keep, Aemond had made a solemn vow to remain by Lucaela's side, his protective instincts as an Alpha driving him to ensure her safety and that of their pup.

And so, as the sound of cheering crowds echoed through the castle walls, Aemond and Lucaela remained cocooned in the quiet sanctuary of their chambers, though they may have missed the pomp and pageantry of Rhaenyra's coronation, Aemond knew in his heart that their absence was a small price to pay for the precious moments they shared as a family.

But as Aemond gazed out of the window, his thoughts were consumed by the weight of uncertainty that hung heavy upon his shoulders. With Rhaenyra now crowned as Queen, the future seemed more uncertain than ever before.

Would their lives be in jeopardy under her rule, or would Lucaela's assurances of her mother's intentions hold true?

The memory of his grandfather's warnings echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Otto Hightower's schemes had been thwarted, but the threat to their family still lingered, a dark spectre looming on the horizon.

Lucaela stirred from her slumber, her presence a comforting balm amidst the storm of his thoughts. As he turned to look at her, her eyes fluttered open, and she reached out to take his hand in hers, her touch a silent reassurance of their bond.

"Are you alright, my love?"

Aemond forced a smile, though the worry still gnawed at his heart. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice strained. "Just-thinking."

Lucaela's brow furrowed with worry as she squeezed his hand gently. "Whatever happens, we will face it together," she said, her voice filled with determination.

As Daemon sat next to his wife, his sharp eyes trained on the trio of men engaged in hushed conversation across the room. Otto Hightower, Larys Strong, Jasper Wylde, and Tyland Lannister—men whose ambitions and treachery simmered beneath the surface, threatening to undermine the fragile peace of the realm.

As Daemon's gaze met theirs, they offered him a hesitant smile, a silent acknowledgment of their unease of what the future would bring. But Daemon remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he raised his goblet of wine in a silent toast.

The time had come to confront the traitors who sought to plot against his wife, Queen Rhaenyra. With a sense of purpose coursing through his veins, Daemon wrapped his hand around the pommel of his sword, the weight of it a comforting presence at his side.

The blood of the treasonous cunts would serve as a warning to all who dared to oppose Rhaenyra's rule. With steely resolve, Daemon vowed to root out the rot that festered within their midst, to ensure that justice was served, and the realm remained united under his wife's rightful reign.

As he took another sip of wine, the taste of it bitter upon his tongue, Daemon knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril. But with his sword in hand and his wife's reign to defend, he would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully hers.

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Aemond stared at Otto with his piercing gaze. “I am to play matchmaker for my brother? Does Daeron know? Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

Alicent answered him, “Yes, your brother knows, but he isn’t here and he won’t be back for a while—”

“Your brother is making sure our allies stay our allies.” Otto interrupted.

“Without having himself to offer in marriage?”

“It is much more important that we secure Sothoryos.”

Though kind of annoyed, Aemond was always ready to do as he was commanded. “When?”

“Six days time.”

“Kostilus?” (“Please?”) Aemond’s hands were behind his back, not even breaking a sweat over the dragon being annoyed with him.

“You have to respect them or they won’t respect you. We don’t actually have power over them, as so many dragon lords once believed. It’s a partnership.”

Aemond smirked, “Where did you find such a lovely dragon?”

“That’s how I first rode Vhagar.”

“Then you’re already Sothoryi. Perhaps we should give you a middle name to set you apart from the Westerosi.”

“Your family is from Valyria, Princess. Why does she have a different name?”

Aemond nodded in agreement that it was a good name, then motioned for you to accompany him, “I thought Sothoryos was unlivable, and yet I was recently told of your existence.”

“When your original home is destroyed and you feel that you have nowhere else to go, then you find it within yourself to go further than Jaenara Belaerys.”

“Tell me of your home.”

“It’s mostly thick jungles. There’s a desert and plains, clear blue sea water, and beaches of pink, black, red, white, and green.”

“Black?”

You laughed, but Aemond stopped you. “You mean to tell me, you’ve ridden more than one dragon?”

“Is that not customary here?”

“I’m not sure anyone has ever tried.” He began walking again, with you by his side. “Tell me more.”

“She’s even bigger than mine. How did you do it?” Aemond turned to look at you carefully with his one eye.

“Were you frightened?”

“I was terrified when I first rode Molcajete. She’s young at heart, still. Took me on all sorts of twists and turns before she let me take over.”

“She must be at least as old as Balerion when he died.”

“Or older than Balerion would be now. She’s of Valyria.”

“How do you know?” You smirked at him, not wanting to give away all of your secrets. Aemond thought about how Molcajete flew away. “And you let her fly freely.”

“From what I was told, the pits aren’t big enough. She’s well-fed and usually only attacks if she’s threatened.”

“Or if someone threatens you.”

“Of course.” You turned into a hall. “Besides, I couldn’t bear forcing her into the pits when a dragon’s favourite thing to do is fly.”

Aemond began scheming. “Could you show me this island?”

“I could, but you won’t find them there. They’ve found a new place somewhere to nest and live, because too many people found out about them.”

Aemond quickly switched to getting to know you more. “What’s your full name? I assume you have one, like your father and brother.”

“Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, future Queen of Sothoryos.”

A twinge of disappointment struck Aemond’s chest. “You’re to be married?”

“Uel nimitsach se amo miatlamantin.” (‘I can teach you a few things.’) You winked at him as you continued ahead of him.

He thought, for once, someone new and exciting had come to King’s Landing.

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