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neptuneiris · 10 months

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for the crown (03/03)

two things can kill the soul, emptiness and false hope.

pairing: prince!aemond × lowborn!reader

summary: you gave yourself to him, you love him, he said that despite your low status at court, he will still marry you, because you are his, the woman who was his friend since childhood, until the war comes.

word count: 9.3k

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and here ends another story, I can't believe it :( thank you so much to all the people who supported me and who read, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, you are incredible beautiful people, I love to write all this with pleasure for you❤ see you in the next stories. this is the end, there will be no epilogue.

warnings: angst, denigration, abusive behavior, possessiveness, infidelity, betrayal, mention of death, blood, cuts.

"Prince Daemon sends his greetings."

That's what the man says as he holds a dagger menacingly against your throat, feeling the cold metal firmly against your skin, while with his other hand he quiets your sobs as tears fall down your cheeks.

Even you still don't process how you got into this situation. It just all happened too fast.

All the commotion happened so suddenly, a soldier in green armor shouted ambush and suddenly men with black banners appeared surrounding the camp at Harrenhal, while everyone barely had time to react and suddenly they were already surrounded.

Even Aemond.

The maidservants were the first to flee towards the castle in fear, so you too quickly decided to go after them as the enemy soldiers began to surround everything and kill the men attacking them.

When you suddenly felt someone grab you from behind forcefully without expecting it at all and silenced your screams with his hand, instantly bringing the dagger to the side of your stomach, placing the tip ready to be embedded in your skin, threatening you.

"If you want to live a little longer, I suggest you put up no resistance and don't make a fuss, my dear," the unknown man threatens in your ear in a low, slightly amused voice.

He tells you as he moves the dagger threateningly firmer against your skin, warning you.

However, not thinking correctly and acting on a survival impulse, you gather courage and manage to get the man off you by hitting him with your foot in his intimate part as hard and fast as you can.

The man gasps loudly from the pain, releasing you, giving you time to run and call for help, crying and completely terrified.

But the man immediately pulls himself together and angrily grabs you again in a quick and calculated motion, knocking you to the ground.

You cry and cry for help as he drags you away and you continue to put up resistance, terrified and desperate, but still he places you at his feet and then stands over you, immobilizing your movements.

"No! No, please!" you cry out to him pleadingly, crying, resisting and beating him as best you can with your hands made into fists.

"Shut up!"

He shouts angrily at you, then unexpectedly hits you with his raised hand right on your right cheek, hitting your lower lip as well, bursting it, while a wave of pain runs through your face and you stop resisting.

When suddenly everything goes strangely quiet.

Rhaenyra's army does not kill Aemond's forces, there is no bloodshed or battle as such, except when the green soldiers put up too much resistance and the archers shoot them right in the forehead, killing them instantly.

This is strange to Aemond, who with his sword in hand, alert and defensive, watches as he is surrounded by all those men along with his army, attentive and waiting… though they are not actually attacking them.

Not yet.

Desperately he looks for some way to free himself from the situation, needing his dragon to have a better chance, observing how his men don't even have their swords with them or at least not many of them, most of them being unarmed by the unexpected situation.

When then he remembers you.

More desperate than before, he searches for you among all the people, unsuccessfully, starting to worry, feeling the nerves invade him even more, hoping and wanting to believe that perhaps you have escaped in time along with the maidservants.

But if you've been ambushed so suddenly and so carefully, where even he didn't have time to react, he doubts that you were able to get away from it all in time.

But if you're in the castle, hiding, equally that comforts him a little. However, Aemond did not expect to see Alys came out of the castle.

Static and with clear surprise on his face he sees how a tall man, of broad build, with strong arms, wearing brown leather clothes, with brown hair and beard of the same color along with his wrinkled face, holds tightly by her hair.

Alys gasps in pain and he make her walk and with his other hand he holds a dagger against her throat.

She cries and looks hopefully at Aemond, asking for his help and completely frightened, while the man continues to hold her tight to make her move forward and threatening her with the dagger in her throat, until they reach the middle of the whole ambush.

Aemond cautiously observes the whole scene, trying not to look as worried as he actually is, taking a few steps towards them, about to speak when a voice catches his attention.

"Ah prince Aemond, there you are!"

He then feels as if a wave of fire will burn him completely alive as he now sees how a tall, skinny, hairless man with some visible scars on his bald head and also brown leather clothes holds you firmly, making you walk as you cry and continues to threaten you with the dagger this time at your throat too.

Aemond wants to believe this really isn't happening as the man holding you stands next to the man holding Alys, his two women now in front of him, each being threatened with a dagger, on the verge of death.

His heart rate increases to a faster, unstable one, feeling like he will vomit at any moment, seeing the scene in front of him.

But his attention is drawn more towards you, with the man mumbling at you, threatening you to stop crying, as he notices the blow on your cheek and the blood coming out of your lower lip, instantly watching everything with his jaw clenched and his hands making them into fists, clenching his sword too tightly.

"We've been waiting to see you, Prince Aemond," says that man holding you, watching him amused, "Couldn't miss the show, could you?"

"Let them go, both."

He demands in a serious and deep voice, angry, hiding his desperation and concern, cautious and attentive to anything, while the man holding you watches him even more amused.

"I don't think you are in a position to demand a thing prince, or are you?"

"Then what do you want?"

Aemond instantly snaps at him, his voice hard and threatening, his whole posture tense and still clenching his hands tightly into fists.

He doesn't understand anything.

If they're here to kill them, why didn't they do it from the beginning? He doesn't understand what they're getting at with this by taking you and Alys.

"What do we want?" the man repeats, then laughs bitterly and with cruelty, "No," he denies with his head and then looks at you, "What we want we already have… right here."

This sends shivers down Aemond's body, who unable to hide it any longer, watches worried and alert as the man presses the dagger harder against your throat.

Your stir and cry in fright, to which the man quickly covers your mouth with his hand, making you gasp from the pain, so you close your eyes tightly and let out more tears, sobbing into his hand, wishing for this to be over soon.

"When Prince Daemon heard that his nephew took the Crown in the Usurper's absence and that he took Harrenhal to gain more support throughout the Riverlands against his wife, apparently enjoying the company of not one, but two women in the midst of war… this got his attention and he decided to act about it."

Then the other man holding Alys speaks with a deep voice and a determined look, while Aemond listens and watches everything carefully.

"Now he can avenge the death of his son, Lucerys, properly."

The tension rises at that moment, Aemond completely transfixed watches with his eye wide open at the scene in front of him, with the man's words constantly replaying in his mind as he sees the two of you more than willing in killing you and Alys.

Then the realization also hits him like a wave.

Blood and Cheese.

These two men are the same assassins that his uncle sent to kill one of his nephews, in revenge for Luke's death.

They were never found, both successfully escaping the Keep after such an act that his sister witnessed and drove her into madness.

Aemond truly took full responsibility and understood that his sister could no longer even accept his touch or tolerate his presence, crying completely devastated the next few days after losing her son and to this day.

But now… the victims are not his niece and nephews due to the lack of children of his own, now it's you and Alys.

He didn't bother to keep his activities with Alys discreet. Everyone knew there was an intimate relationship between him and her, he even knows that word must have gotten as far as King's Landing.

As well as with you, the words spreading since he stole you from the Keep and brought you here with him.

This is why he understands that these men have taken you and Alys successfully, until now realizing the grave mistake he made in carelessly letting his weaknesses be known.

Watch as Alys watches him intently, pleading, as the man continues to hold her tightly with the dagger at her throat, and then watches you, you already watching him the same way she is, frightened and begging for his help.

"We will tell you the same thing we told your sister, Prince Aemond," Cheese says in a more serious and firm voice, "We are debt collectors. In this case a son… for a mistress."

Cheese's grip on you grows tighter, as you gasp from the pain and continue to cry, while Aemond presses his lips together and stands as still as ever, afraid to make a false move, watching and listening to everything intently.

He feels as if his heart is going to burst out of his chest at any instant, he wants to vomit and wants to burn everything to the ground because of the fact that he can't do anything about it.

He is completely helpless in the face of the situation.

"We only want one to balance things out. The other one we won't touch a hair on her head."

Cheese continues, along with Blood still holding the daggers menacingly against yours and Alys' throats.

"Then… which one would you prefer to save, your Grace?"

The tension increases with every second, as Alys stares at him pleading and you too, crying.

These words hit not only Aemond, but also you, desperately asking for his help, terrified, crying harder, knowing full well that the dagger in your throat can kill you at any instant, the decision being his.

You watch him completely attentively, as Aemond slightly raises his hand towards the men, swallowing hard, wanting to keep calm and peace, as he feels the despair all over his body.

And now he understands what his sister had to go through.

"No, wait," he says instantly, trying to sound calm and look less desperate and worried, "Wait," he repeats firmly and cautiously, trying to reason with them, "I'm sure we can come to a beneficial agreement. Just let them go."

Cheese laughs bitterly, as Blood answers for both of them.

"An agreement is not a mistress, prince."

"It has to be one of the two of them," Cheese makes clear, in warning, "And I advise you to make up your mind soon before Blood gets bored and decides to enjoy one of the two, prince."

Your heart rate increases in panic, as Aemond purses his lips and starts to become clear in his indecision, really wanting to believe that none of this is happening, when the moment is more real, terrifying and vivid than ever.

"Choose or we kill them both," Cheese says as a final warning, his gaze determined.

Alys stirs hard, drawing the attention of Aemond, who with the clear worry and desperation on his face, watches as Blood orders her to stand still while she pleads with him to choose her. Worry invading him more, feeling his fingernails dig into his palms as he squeezes hard.

When then his gaze turns to you.

Your eyes completely teary, red and panicked look back at him, pleading with him to choose you, feeling just as scared as he is, feeling your fear increase and you breathe harder each time you feel the man place the dagger more firmly against your throat.

Aemond says nothing. His gaze is completely hard, his jaw clenched and clear indecision is on his face as he watches continuously between Alys and you, watching the daggers in each other's throats.

And in that moment you have hope.

All the moments you shared with Aemond since you were both children you remember, all the gifts, details and the caresses that happened as you both grew up.

All those moments together, when he gave you your first kiss and when he claimed you as his.

You've been his friend since you were both children and his companion ever since, to this day. And you are hopeful that he will choose you, because that is what you would do.

However, seeing Aemond's hesitation and how he watches you so deeply, his eye desperate and full of concern, you still wait for all this to be over once and for all, wanting to stop feeling the edge of the dagger against your throat.

But Aemond remains silent, being aware that he has to choose soon, because he can't lose both of them. But seeing you and then Alys, the decision is very difficult.

You watch him without understanding, expectantly, while begging and crying for him to choose you, while the man's hand hurts you by your broken lip, but still completely attentive to him, wishing that this horrible torture where you are on the verge of death is over.

When finally Aemond seems resigned and finally points.

"Her."

And in that moment… everything around you stops.

Your face slowly softens in surprise, watching Aemond with your eyes wide open, your soul falling at your feet.

You watch perfectly well as he points to Alys.

You watch perfectly well as he chooses her.

Then all the realization also hits you like a wave, not even crying anymore because of the panic and because of the man who can kill you at any second.

But you cry because you realize that not even in this kind of situation where you are on the verge of death, he will choose you.

All you feel is an empty feeling inside you, as if something is missing, with a huge sharp pain in your chest, as you watch Aemond and you can't even hear what he says to the man holding her, everything sounding too far away and feeling like you are flying for a moment.

With your gaze completely devastated, you watch as the man releases Alys and Aemond quickly takes her in his arms, concerned, everything about him looking for a moment relieved, as he holds her and makes sure she's all right.

The way he holds her face, the way she watches him as she is now safe in his arms, everything hurts.

Feeling completely weak and watching the scene, really not wanting to believe it, it's as if your very mind is going into a state of resignation unconsciously, as that sharp pain in your chest is more constant and you feel like you're breaking into a thousand pieces.

The man removes his hand from your mouth to hold you tightly by the jaw, you barely feeling his touch as you continue to watch Aemond's choice attentively.

The two of them embrace, he holds her against him as if she is the most precious thing he has, making sure that no one will ever take her away from him again.

When then his gaze turns to you and though you don't know it… his cold heart breaks into pieces at the sight of you.

All he can see on your face is how completely broken you are, tears streaming down your cheeks, confusion, sadness and betrayal completely to him, all of you totally devastated.

He presses his lips together, leaving Alys aside for a moment when you've seen it all and now you understand it all, looking away from him and focusing on the ground, all realization in your broken gaze.

And it all feels worse when Cheese says in your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Did you hear that, my lady? Your prince wants your death."

Letting out a sigh, you close your eyes and let some more tears fall, accepting all this, Aemond, Alys, your destiny, everything… and you wait for death, giving yourself completely to it.

Cheese watches Blood with a malevolent smile, that being the signal, while you silently cry and wait for it all, when Aemond again intervenes, worried.

"No, no, wait," he urges.

But both assassins already have what they wanted, so Blood watches him with a dark look.

"There is no more demand here, Prince Aemond. You have made your decision."

"No, wait," Aemond says again more firmly, desperate, watching behind both men and again at them, so continuously, "Just wait."

"No, prince," Cheese denies with his head slightly amused, "No more waiting."

He says to again place the dagger against your throat decisively, causing Aemond to freeze completely and you weak freely allow access, hoping it will all be over soon, as Cheese gives Aemond a dark smile.

"Prince Daemon sends his regards."

And then everything happens too fast.

You let out a last sigh, with your eyes closed, letting yourself go completely, waiting for the moment when you will feel how the blade cuts your skin and the blood will come out of your throat, running all over your body to the ground and so you will bleed to death.

However, the sensation of the blade against your skin never comes.

When suddenly, the whole place again explodes into chaos.

The men surrounding Aemond's men are surrounded by Lannister and Hightower bannermen, neither of them expecting it and they are killed instantly, this being the opportunity for Aemond's unarmed men to take up their swords and defend themselves.

This immediately catches the attention of Blood and Cheese, also that of Aemond, who pushes Alys away and again takes his sword, looking desperately at Cole, who observing the situation, orders one of his archers to attack.

And then… an arrow pierces perfectly through Cheese's head, killing him instantly.

Without expecting it, you fall to the ground in a firm hit, feeling how blood splashes in your direction, only it is not yours, while the army that was with Criston Cole makes its way through the whole place to rescue Prince Aemond and his men.

And the moment that happens, Aemond reacts quickly, holding his sword tightly, in an instant heading towards Blood, who completely bewildered watches the whole scene confused, to then behead his head in a calculated and firm movement.

He yells at Alys to hide in the castle, quickly, then rushes towards you, who crying on the ground with Cheese's body next to you, he quickly takes you in his arms, lifting you up.

You look at him completely bewildered, while everything around starts to be a battle and a bloodshed, as Aemond makes you run for safety.

But the instant you finally react and understand what is happening after such a sudden situation, you move his hands away from your body, avoiding his touch, to seek refuge in the castle yourself, scared.

Aemond then begins to kill the men who had surrounded him before, with fury running through his veins, without measuring his strength and his limits, feeling how his fear from before is replaced by adrenaline and kills every man who fights for his half-sister and his uncle, furious for the situation he was forced into before.

And he kills every one of those men, until there are none left.

Some time later, all is quiet again, as carriages take away the dead bodies that were seen around and inside Harrenhal, while Aemond's men supervise everything and Aemond has a meeting with Criston Cole and all his advisors, talking and discussing about what happened.

Aemond immediately orders the word to reach King's Landing about the ambush and also how he has avenged his nephew Jaehaerys.

They also discuss how they could have been ambushed in such an unexpected way, really none of them having an answer, as Aemond runs a hand over his face and feels completely exhausted in every possible way.

It is not until he has a short break, still having many things to discuss and do, that he goes to your chamber, where he was informed some time before that you were being attended to by the Maester, that he can finally come to see you.

He finds you alone in your chamber, without any trace of blood and your hair still wet from the bath you took, the wound on your lip is already clean, but the bruise on your cheek is more than visible.

Even when you hear how they enter your chamber, you still don't turn around and continue watching through your windows, knowing perfectly well that it's him, since you would recognize the sound of his boots walking anywhere.

With your gaze completely broken, disinterested at the same time and with dry tears on your cheeks, you look at the mountains beyond, still feeling that sharp pain in your chest and still feeling weak.

Aemond lets out a long breath, shortening the distance between both of you, placing himself behind you, while you continue without watching him, the tears wanting to come out of your eyes again and pressing your lips together, avoiding sobbing and crying in front of him, not wanting him to see you that way.

In fact you don't want anything from him anymore, you just want to be alone.

"Y/N—

He starts to say to you in a soft voice, while his fingers touch your arm, but immediately your face hardens and you pull his hand away in a cold, abrupt and curt way, not caring, not wishing him to touch you, even without looking at him.

Aemond remains completely still, watching you, not expecting at all that reaction and behavior from you, while you continue firm, without looking at him and without saying anything at all.

He lets out another long breath as he looks away from you for a second, to look at you again with some anger in his gaze, expectantly.

"Now what's wrong with you?"

Nothing, you don't watch him or say absolutely nothing to him.

Do he still dare to ask?

You ask yourself, incredulous, not believing he's fool enough not to know what's wrong with you. Of course he knows, he just wants to make you look weak and dramatic.

But how are you supposed to feel and how are you supposed to act, when hours before in that horrible moment, he practically condemned you to death?

Aemond runs a hand all over his face and hair, his patience beginning to wear thin, not wanting to have to deal with you now when he's already had so much to endure this day and it's not even over yet.

"Are you done yet?" he asks you annoyed, "Believe me I'm not in the mood for your behavior right now."

And that's when you can't resist any longer, answering him even without looking at him.

"Then leave," you tell him without much emotion, "I didn't ask you to come and I'm certainly not holding you back if you have more important things to do. I'm sure Alys will be more pleased to see you, after all… she is part of your important matters."

Aemond completely loses his patience and in a second he's already grabbing you hard by the jaw to force you to look him in the eye, while you stare at him without expression, your gaze completely dead and empty.

"You are going to stop this fucking nonsense and you are going to stop it now," he warns you in a serious and threatening tone.

"Do not touch me," you tell him seriously as you again abruptly pull his hands away from you.

And again you turn your back to him, staring at the window, instantly feeling tears run down your cheeks, only you dare not make a sound, waiting for him to leave and leave you alone.

"Can you stop behaving like this? I'm sick of it," he demands, annoyed, "I knew Cole was coming, I saw him approaching and I knew you would be fine, I saved you," he exclaims serious, explaining.

Again you say nothing to him, not daring to look at him, tears falling more freely down your cheeks, unable to hold back.

It makes you sadder that he doesn't really know why you are this way, and it certainly isn't because you were terrified of dying. In some part if it was, but what hurt you more was that he chose her and you were condemned to death, is that because he didn't choose you… for her.

And if he knew Criston Cole was coming, then why did he still choose her?

He could have chosen you, he could have taken you in his arms as he did with her, that's what you would have done because you have known him for years and you are the one who has always been with him, not her.

However, you understand that you should stop thinking about what you would do for people, because that doesn't mean they will do the same for you.

That has become more than clear to you, because even if you choose him, he won't choose you.

He couldn't risk losing his precious Alys one way or another, wanting to make sure he had her really safe first, while you remained in that man's arms, waiting for your death.

You are not more important than his witch. He needs her to win the war for his brother, his family… and you are not more important than the crown.

"Hey, did you hear me?" he urges you, annoyed "I knew Cole would come."

You sniffle, lowering your gaze, then nod even without looking at him, looking the saddest and most disinterested, really wishing he would leave and leave you alone.

"Of course," you murmur to him without emotion, bitterly.

He didn't know anything.

Your mind tells you, only making you feel worse, even though you knew from the moment he chose her, not wanting to say anything to him about it, not having the energy to fight him.

And at this, Aemond has had enough of your attitude and disinterest, so he snorts bitterly, annoyed and tired, turning around to leave, not saying anything else to you and certainly having more important things to take care of.

You press your lips together, your gaze completely hard, really not wanting to say anything, but needing to get it out of your system, so in a low murmur you say:

"Liar."

And even though you've said it to yourself, still Aemond hears you and in an instant stops, turning to you again, instantly feeling his watchful and annoyed gaze, hearing you as he takes a few steps towards you, while you stand firm even though you don't even return his gaze.

"What did you say?"

He asks you slowly, like a madman about to explode, not liking your word at all. And you make it clearer to him, swallowing hard first.

"It was Criston Cole and the archer who saved me, not you," you answer him coldly, "Even in that kind of situation, you will always choose her," you tell him bitterly, "It was you who gave me over to death, because you didn't even know if Criston would arrive, it was just a coincidence that it came at the ideal moment."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Y/N. You don't know anything," he tells you menacingly serious, "So I advise you to stop acting like a fucking little girl and stop bringing Alys up every second when I've already explained to you, countless times, that I need her to win the war."

"Yes," you mutter, your gaze bitter, "You need her so much that you'd rather kill me first, than lose her."

"Seven fucking Hells," he mumbles, sick of it, "That was necessary, what do you not understand?" he says to you annoyed, "And yet why do you care so much? At the end of all this I'm not staying with her, it's you I'm marrying."

"Oh is that so?" you say without emotion, "I'm not sure about that anymore. At this point maybe your witch will marry you first before me," you shrug, "And I wouldn't be surprised. Even if that happens, you won't let me go. I'll just be just your whore, like I've been all this time."

"Don't say that," he warns you.

"Or I will finally end up dead."

"Y/N," he warns you for the last time.

You let out a soft sob, closing your eyes tightly, breaking into pieces again, the memory even more vivid than ever, the dagger against your throat and him choosing her, over and over again.

And you feel again how Aemond tries to grab your arm, but you push him away again in an instant.

"'Go away. Leave me alone," you beg him hurt and upset, no longer bearing his presence.

He tries to speak, when at that moment there is a knock on the door, so resigned and irritated he orders with a firm voice to enter, turning around to observe who it is, being the Maester.

He catches your attention as well, at once calming you down and wiping your tears away.

"Oh my prince," he bows his head to him, as you continue to turn your back to both of them, still controlling yourself, "I'm sorry to interrupt, my prince. I just came to attend to Lady Y/N's wound, I have already gotten what I need."

"I understand you have already cleaned and tended to her wounds, Maester," Aemond tells you cold and serious, watching him intently and intimidatingly.

"No, my prince. I tended to the wound on her lip, but the one on her throat is missing. I didn't have what I needed, so I went to get it," he explains softly.

Aemond frowns slightly, as the Maester makes his way across the room to you, who once calmed down and with a calmer and more serious attitude, you let him do his job, not looking at Aemond for a second and pretending that he is no longer there.

While he continues standing, observing the work of the Maester. He didn't even know that the assassin had managed to cut a bit of your throat, being a barely visible and small cut, but deep enough.

He lets out a long breath, looking away for a moment, running a hand over his face to finally leave the chamber.

He feels furious, annoyed and stressed by everything that still awaits him, instantly meeting again with all his advisors, the matters of the war at this point really bothering him and a lot.

While you, when the Maester finishes cleaning your wound, continue to be locked in your chamber, not having the energy for absolutely nothing, reliving the moment in your mind over and over again about Aemond choosing her… and not you.

You cry silently, thinking about it and also about Aemond's words of justification, only making you feel worse.

Even lying in your bed, really having no peace and unable to sleep properly, you still feel that sharp pain in your chest. Fortunately Aemond doesn't appear in your chamber again, but still you continue to suffer in silence.

And when you finally manage to sleep, the nightmare repeats itself, the words of that man leaving the choice to Aemond, and then he chooses her, and finally the man kills you in a fine and perfect movement.

At that moment you wake up, bringing your hands to your throat in an instant, breathing hard and gasping in fear, beads of sweat all over your face and body, hugging yourself and in an instant crying again.

He choose her.

Your mind tells you, not leaving you alone, thinking that Aemond probably hasn't come to see you because he is with her. After what happened… he must still be with her.

It's not like you want him to, but all this just reinforces more what happened and how you are nothing to him, how you are not more important than her and that you just don't matter to him.

All these thoughts don't leave you alone, feeling completely alone and more than vulnerable, letting the ghosts of the cursed castle of Harrenhal consume you in darkness… letting her consume you, the witch.

When the next morning, after one of your maids brings you a tray with breakfast, even though you have no appetite and do not wish to eat anything, there is something hidden among all the plates and napkins laid out for you.

Then it's as if you again feel like you're floating, the realization hitting you harder than before and that ache all over your chest making you feel weaker and more vulnerable.

Just now truly understanding… the role you play in Aemond's life.

Everyone in Harrenhal hears the huge roar of Vhagar in the skies, approaching.

It is not until shortly after that a vibration is felt throughout the ground, indicating the landing of the huge dragon and also indicating the return of the Prince Regent.

Aemond runs one of his hands over his face as he removes the helmet that complements his armor, instantly seeing the ash permeate his fingers from all that he ordered burned and destroyed to the ground, heading towards the black castle.

Since the ambush yesterday, having the meeting with all his men and advisors, this morning he decided to head alone towards Rhaenyra's army that was slowly approaching, deciding to wipe them all out from the skies, responding to the harsh ambush and killing all those men fighting for his half-sister.

He didn't act instantly, he had to wait for the perfect moment to attack and take them all by surprise.

And when the moment finally came, he burned every single one of them with their carriages and supplies, leaving absolutely nothing, making sure of it.

Criston Cole and all his advisors wait patiently for their return, watching Vhagar in the distance on some mountains, while the figure of Aemond begins to get closer and closer.

And once they are all in the Council Room, again the discussions begin.

"There is not a man or carriage left," says Aemond firmly, "All is cleared as to any movement on the part of the blacks."

"There are no claims that there are any more soldiers fighting for the blacks in the Riverlands, my prince. According to the spies and soldiers you sent."

"Good," Aemond says with a nod.

"Ravens arrived as well, my prince," Cole tells him, extending rolled parchments to him, "All from Kings Landing."

"There was an attack?" he asks instantly, taking the paper.

"No, they report that all is well, Prince Daeron is guarding the entire Keep. It is King Aegon's answers as to the ambush, the assassins Prince Daemon sent and he has also let it be known that he has sent soldiers for the loss, to equal again the men we had, all from Oldtown and Storm End."

Aemond nods, understanding and being pleased to hear that, finally hearing good news since he arrived at Harrenhal and feeling some of that peace he needed, also that hope of winning the war again.

He continues to discuss other plans, until finally the meeting ends after several hours, where his advisors begin to leave the room, except for Criston, whom Aemond watches him expectantly as he notices that he does not move from his spot.

"Is there anything else, Cole?"

The man watches him for a moment in silence, then lets out a long breath and finally speaks.

"Yes, my prince, there is something else."

"Well, speak," he tells him without understanding, watching him intently.

Cole again remains silent for a few seconds, while Aemond watches him, waiting, beginning to lose patience. When Cole finally speaks.

"It's Lady Y/N, my prince."

Aemond stands completely still, still watching Cole intently, not understanding.

"What about her?"

"She's missing."

He says and at that moment Aemond feels his whole body tense up completely.

"Her maid said she wasn't in her room this morning, so she searched all over the castle and the surrounding area but she didn't find her."

He lets him know as Aemond feels all that peace at seeing progress in the war fade away. He lets out a long breath, closes his eye and runs a hand over his face, wanting to believe this isn't happening.

"Since noon I've sent guards to search for her all over Harrenhal, my prince," Cole adds, "But there's no sign of her."

"Fucking Hell," Aemond mutters tired, irritated and now worried, watching him instantly annoyed, "And why didn't you say anything before?"

"I-I…" Cole is speechless for a moment, nervous, "I'm sorry, my prince. You had just arrived and I thought you would want to take care of crown matters first."

Aemond rolls his eye, beginning to feel furious, his whole face annoyed, instantly rising from his seat.

"Fetch the maid, bring her here. Now," he orders him upset.

"Yes, my prince."

Cole immediately complies with the order, while Aemond feels that at any moment he will go mad, trying to calm down.

When your maid enters the room in fear, followed by Cole, to be instantly interrogated by Aemond, being intimidated at all times and answering his questions in caution.

Then he himself gathers more men, even men on horseback, ordering several of them to head for the roads leading out of Harrenhal.

"If she's gone on foot, she can't be far, so find her and get her complete, do you understand? Without any wounds," he threatens, to which the men instantly obey.

Aemond at once gathers the men who are searching all over Harrenhal, wanting to hear news, but they all inform him the same thing: there is no sign of you.

And he instantly orders them to keep searching, not caring how exhausted they already are or that they have already scoured the area, he just wants to find you.

But the men last all night until the Hour of the Wolf looking for you, without success.

The next morning, Aemond in a sorry state, not having been able to sleep all night, being on the lookout to hear some news about you, receives the men he sent on horseback and they let him know that there is no trace of you on any road.

Aemond demands that they tell him exactly what they saw, how far they got and making sure they did their job well, annoyed and beginning to lose his patience completely, taking his bad mood out on all those men, demanding answers.

However, no one finds anything, but he forces them to search again, not caring about anything, feeling that at any moment he will go mad, despair and worry eating him alive.

When they leave him alone in the room, even Alys comes looking for him, asking him if he's all right and offering a distraction for a moment, but he dismisses her instantly, not having the slightest interest in her now, too occupied thinking only of you.

He is left alone in the Council Room, running his hands all over his face and eye, feeling more despair all over his body, when a few moments later, Cole enters the room, cautious and watching him with some pity.

"My prince," he makes him aware of his presence, approaching towards him.

"Did you find her?" he asks at once in a serious voice and looking completely tired.

"Yes, my prince."

He answers in a murmur to his great surprise, making him watch him instantly attentive. Then he lets out a long breath, feeling all that tension and despair leave his body completely, feeling relieved.

"Fucking finally," he mutters still angry, getting up from his seat, ready to head towards you.

"My prince," Cole tells you instantly, taking a step towards him, "You must know something—

"What?" he inquire annoyed, "I don't have time for this. Where is she?" he demands to know, putting on his black coat, watching him expectantly.

"Wait my prince, s-she's—

"Just tell me where the fuck is she!" he demands desperately.

"She's dead!"

Cole tells him without further ado, stopping Aemond completely, as he looks at him seriously and with a sorrowful look, assuring him completely that he is serious and that he would never dare to say something like this if it were not true, while Aemond is completely paralyzed.

He watches him with his lips half open and his eye wide open, surprised and not expecting it at all.

"She was found in the lake just beyond the main road of Harrenhal, hidden in bushes," he explains to him gently, cautious, not wanting to disturb him further, "She had a dagger and cuts on both wrists," he says very carefully, preparing to say the next thing in the same way, "Apparently she did it to herself, my prince."

Aemond feels like he can't hold himself on his feet, leaning back against one of the chairs, watching Cole in bewilderment and as if he can't believe it.

"She was brought back here and is now with the Silent Sisters," he adds, "She had this with her, as well as the dagger."

He tells him to then drop in front of him on the table apparently a letter, instantly Aemond's gaze hardening and refusing to believe that you, his Y/N, is dead.

"No. It's not her," he says firmly, "Y/N is not dead."

Cole watches him with pity, lowering his gaze for a moment.

"Yes it is her, my prince," he assures him gently, as Aemond looks at him completely serious and on the verge of losing control, "I'm very sorry."

Aemond feels as if he is floating, his whole body tense and his mind refusing again and again to believe his words, telling himself that it is impossible, that you couldn't have abandoned him like that, that you have always been with him, by his side, since he was a child.

He denies, feeling how his heart begins to beat strongly, besides starting to feel that sharp pain all over his chest, tensing more, feeling as if he were drowning and short of breath, besides an emptiness, something missing.

He hardens his gaze and tightens his lips, feeling a huge lump in his throat and a discomfort all over his stomach, as if he feels like he is about to throw up, losing strength.

It just can't be.

No.

That's all Aemond thinks, incredulous, in denial and feeling all his palpitations getting stronger, the whole world crashing down on him, despairing and feeling completely dazed.

It is not until some time later that Aemond, with his hard look and tight lips, orders Cole coldly to leave the room, to which the knight obeys, not really wanting to leave him alone, only to stand right at the doors once he closes them, being alert.

And a few moments later, Criston Cole hears how Aemond finally reacts and starts breaking everything in the room, listening to his screams of rage, he even breaks and curses that letter you had with you when you were found, because now he understands why you did what you did.

This is the first and last time I will respond to one of your letters, Y/N. But first I want you to understand that I don't want you to write to me ever again.

You have brought shame to our entire family name, you have brought shame to me, destroying the few things I built so that we could afford a life. After all I did for you, you decided to turn your back on me and give yourself away like a common whore to a prince, allowing him to ruin and disgrace you.

You are not my daughter, you are not that woman I cared for and raised, because if you had been, you would not have allowed any of this. And yet you expect me to forgive you by believing that the prince is going to marry you by the time all this is over?

The news has reached here about how the prince has taken another mistress, a witch, so you are a complete fool to believe that he cares about you and will marry you. Open your eyes at once and understand that you are nothing more than just a desire, a whim, a woman to warm his bed, becoming his whore and nothing more, which is all you will be useful to him.

You have not only embarrassed and disappointed me, but also your mother, because believe me Y/N she would be very disappointed in you. Don't write to me again and don't look for me when he leaves you and you have nowhere to go, you are just a naive fool who got carried away by the whims of a man, believing his lies.

I truly don't recognize you and want absolutely nothing to do with you, so as I told you, don't ever write and look for me again.

These same words are the ones you had read when they brought you your tray with breakfast.

You definitely not expect that your father would truly respond as you decided to send him a letter hoping he would forgive you by explaining the whole situation, why you left with Aemond and what would happen when the war was over.

You did everything in secret and with Ellya's help, fearing that Aemond would find out but fortunately that didn't happen, until you fortunately received your father's reply.

However, you did not expect such words from him.

Reading it all, with your mind still fresh from what happened with those assassins, Aemond and Alys, you now really understood what you mean in Aemond's life…. nothing.

Your father's words broke you completely, realizing that he is right.

You also understand that you have no family anymore and that you are completely alone in all this, that your father hates you for what you did and thinking about your mother too, how terribly disappointed she would be in you.

You understood that even if you stay by Aemond's side, you are only his whore and that is how everyone recognizes you now, Prince Aemond's whore.

You understood that even he could get bored of you at any moment and take Alys permanent, that made it clear to you the moment he chose her over you with the assassins, because you are of no other use to him, you can't see the future and help him in matters of war.

You are simply of no use to him, other than to warm his bed.

And you don't want to live like that, where at any moment Aemond leaves you unexpectedly, having no one else, nowhere to go, realizing that you yourself ruined your life for a man who doesn't even care about you and doesn't love you.

With your heart in a fist, sadness completely invading you and the realization getting harder by the second, the moment you found out that Aemond had left Harrenhal to attack an army of the blacks, you decided to escape.

You took a dagger from the kitchens without anyone seeing you, you passed the guards unnoticed and you walked away until you reached that lake, with tears in your eyes and feeling completely alone and hopeless.

The memory of Aemond choosing her over and over again, the letter from your father and how you ruined your life by making the wrong choices, did not leave you alone at all times and you decided to slit your wrists.

All alone, taking a seat on the ground, near the trees with bushes and the beautiful lake in front of you.

And with the view of the dusk, you let yourself go completely with blood dripping down your hands, staining your dress and tears streaming down your cheeks.

It wasn't so painful even though you felt completely alone, starting to feel very weak and disoriented, breathing hard and waiting for the Stranger to take you away.

That last memory of the world comforted you and taking your last breath, you closed your eyes and thought of Aemond. Even though he did not love you back, you truly loved him until the day you died.

And you left, not really wanting to leave, but being necessary.

Now Aemond finds himself watching you at the table in one of the large unoccupied rooms of Harrenhal Castle.

Earlier the Silent Sisters were about to begin their work with you, only to be interrupted by him and asked for a moment, where he had heard before entering how one of them had said in a low whisper; "Poor child…she died alone."

He continues to feel that sharp pain in his chest, all hard stare and tight lips, barely processing that this is really you.

Your eyes are closed, your whole face in a slight expression of pain, still looking completely serene and still, your skin pale and without color… without life, still wearing your dress, stained with dried blood.

Aemond clenches his jaw and gathers courage to look at your arms, all the way to your wrists, where he sees the deep cuts perfectly, feeling that pain all over his body again.

Then he dares to raise one of his hands and delicately touch your cheek, almost with fear, instantly not feeling that warm and soft touch from you.

When the first tear falls on his right cheek.

Just at that moment alone, Aemond realizes all the damage he did to you, understanding that you are dead because of him, because of the decisions he made, because of the way he treated you, because of Alys, because of everything, leaning towards you and holding you in his arms.

It's not just the feeling of loss, he's also furious with himself and your father for that letter, asking you in low whispers to please wake up, only to see your eyes closed again… forever.

He made you a promise and was always willing to keep it, yet he never thought about your feelings, never really cared about you, because his problem has always been that he thought he would always have you by his side and that you would never leave him.

Even choosing duty, the crown, his family, you were always with him and that kept him confident, until you couldn't anymore.

Until just then Aemond realizes the terrible decisions he made, regretting over and over again, wanting to tell you that nothing of what your father told you is true, that he does care about you, that you are important to him.

However, he never proved it to you, not in the way that was right, always treating you as his possession, choosing others over you, because he always thought he would have you.

He didn't know you were suffering so much and now… because of him you are dead.

Aemond doesn't know how long he lasted that way with you, holding you in his arms, wanting to feel that warmth and comfort you always gave him, but instead you were just a cold and lifeless dead body.

Criston Cole is the one who convinces him to leave you in peace so that the Silent Sisters can finish their work with you, leaving him no choice.

Then, before nightfall, Aemond gives the order to Vhagar to burn your body, not caring that this is a Targaryen tradition, only he and Cole being present, this being the least he can do for you.

And the last.

"You knew, didn't you?"

Alys Rivers, the witch of Harrenhal, raises her gaze and observes the figure of Aemond in the doorway of her chamber, watching her attentively, without much emotion on his face, but with a cold and distant look, catching the woman's attention, who frowns and adopts her posture willing and seductive at the same time.

"What do you mean, my prince?"

She asks him with her attractive tone, the one that always has an effect on men and also on him, only that this time no anymore.

"You knew about the ambush… and you didn't tell me anything," he tells her with a deadly tone, "Because you knew what would happen, you knew that I would choose you and not her… sending her to her death."

Alys is confused, not understanding the prince's behavior, when he has always been so responsive to her, continuing her seduction.

"You know that I have always kept my word, my prince," she says slowly approaching towards him, "I have told you every single one of all my visions. But in this case, I saw nothing about the ambush."

In an instant, Aemond shortens the little distance between them, unexpectedly for Alys holding her firmly and tightly by her neck in a threatening manner, while Alys opens her eyes wide in disbelief and horror as he begins to choke her, everything about him emanating fury.

She immediately brings her hands to his, trying to stop him, watching him in fright, as Aemond watches her like a mad man, demanding answers, his eye red and swollen, his pupil dilated and all the pain in his gaze.

"You knew about the ambush, you knew what would happen and that's why you didn't tell me anything," he repeats to her in a deadly tone, "All to get her out of your way, isn't it?"

Alys squirms and gasps for air, watching him in complete terror, beating her hands and chest desperately.

"N-no," she says as best she can, needing air.

"Don't lie to me!" he exclaims unexpectedly, furious.

Alys coughs, tears beginning to spill from her eyes, crying, as Aemond watches her with as much hatred as possible, completely disgusted, to finally have enough and let her go, instantly her falling tactlessly to the ground, gasping for air, coughing and with all the fear invading her body.

Aemond thinks of course she knew, again feeling the urge to cry, but completely resisting, he turns around and walks out of the chamber, completely exhausted, furious and hurting, no strength left.

The next morning, Aemond orders the death of the witch of Harrenhal, being beheaded in an instant for carrying out the prince's order, to continue leading his side of the war… with the difference that nothing is the same anymore.

Aemond Targaryen was always haunted by all the ghosts of Harrenhal, especially you. Every day he woke up and you were no longer by his side, it was complete torture.

He couldn't sleep, had very little appetite and began to lose the war slowly.

From the beginning he always chose the crown over you, but in the end, it wasn't worth it at all. Aemond lost himself, all the time thinking about you, where he also lost his sister, his brothers, his grandfather and all those sacrifices being in vain.

Nothing he did was worth it, not even Alys, because he lost you and he also lost the war, with nothing left of him or his family.

And all for what?

For the crown.

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Hi, wondering if you could do some dadstarion headcanons for a half-elf child, since I see quite a few for astarion with an elven child. I was wondering how he would deal with a half-elf child as they are known having the free-spirted and chaotic energy whilst having a sense of wanderlust, I picture astarion trying to stop them from running off at times, or not.

Oh, doing a half-elven kid would be fun! In case you want to read about an elven kid, I am currently writing a series about Astarion's elf daughter Alethaine

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Astarion's half-elf child

You are a human and you can't wait for decades till Astarion is ready to settle down.

You have ten years, fifteen, maybe twenty, but not a year more of active life ahead.

Astarion understands that, too, but what he also understands he can't settle down now.

You break up ten years into the relationship and your ways part.

As an innkeeper, you gather all kinds of strange folk under your roof but you can't find anyone who you want to share a bed with.

Not until...

Someone familiar shows up.

You barely recognize Astarion, thinking, it's just another Moon Elf. They all look the same especially when they have long hair.

"Hello, darling."

You stare at him in disbelief.

He isn't a vampire anymore.

Green eyes, long silver hair. Mortal.

He tells you all sorts of things that happened to him. He found his family and his home, and he was saved from the curse and resurrected.

And then he spent years searching for you.

He will overlive you anyway. You have a few decades but he will keep living his long elven life after your death but somehow it feels less terrible now when he can walk in the sun.

You soon get pregnant - bless or curse be the human fertility.

The half-elf baby stuck between two worlds, is born almost without pain as she is just way smaller than a human would be.

The tavern and its yard soon became her playground. She is curious like a human and has an innate wanderlust as an elf. Sometimes she just goes missing only to be found in the next village.

Astarion's elven family loves her but there is always sadness about her.

She will die.

Astarion will see her death even if she lives till the ripe old age. If she has kids of her own with another human, they will all wither and die in front of their elven eyes.

Astarion tries not to think about it. He has never learned to think about the future.

The girl becomes a professional adventurer and leaves her human village. Astarion stays with you till your days end and buries you, feeling sorry only about those ten years he was away.

Then he leaves and returns to Evereska to his elven family.

Your daughter wanders the world - always ending up at her father's, ready to tell new stories and share new experiences.

Astarion notices the indication of her own aging and knows his daughter's time is also coming sooner or later.

But he tries not to think about it.

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a/n: i love house of the dragon that's all

warnings: fem!reader, some femslash

when someone at the tournament asks for a sign of attention from their sweetheart

daemon targaryen

Daemon thinks this is funny. What a fearless, and it seems, immortal knight. Of course, he knows that his lover is beautiful, and he also knows that men pay attention to her. When a knight in a tournament asks his beloved for a sign of attention, Daemon ostentatiously, so that everyone can see, holds out his S/O wreath, which he himself chose in front of everyone, nodding with a smirk at the knight, who already regretted his decision.

- Come on, accept a gift from my wife, youngster. Isn't that what you wanted? -For the rest of the tournament, he will taunt in the ear of his woman, pointing to the impudent little knight, who had his head blown off after two races. 💕

criston cole

Criston immediately gets angry. All he will feel is irritation and terrible anger. He can't do anything - he's just a White Cape who can't even throw something offensive at a bastard who dares to covet his beautiful lady. But his anger will subside a little when he sees his beautiful woman in a flowing dress, with flowing hair and ribbons, with a beautiful wreath in her hands - he just cannot help but smile, looking at his goddess. But the knight who asked for her courtesy is first on Criston Cole's list. Let him get ready.

aemond targaryen

He didn't understand at all at first. Tournaments are generally the last thing Aemond cares about, he only came for his S/O. And when some man in armor asks his lover to give him a token, Aemond just:🤨

He looks at his happy, embarrassed companion, then at the impudent one, and silently clenches his fists, waiting for this ridiculous trick on the part of the knight to end. It's not like he's angry... He's ten times more tense, because usually she only smiles like that for him; and when his lady returns to him, he will be silent and look ahead of him for a long time. (slightly regretting not participating in the tournament, you get the idea)

aegon targaryen

In the morning a knight fights with a wreath from his wife on a spear; in the evening his head rolls in the mud. It's all.

alicent hightower

She is calm enough, because she knows that this is just a tradition. When she sees that her S/O has been chosen to give her a token of attention, she will smile gently at her, nod her head, and I think she will be proud that she has got such a beautiful treasure for a long time. When her lady returns to her, they will imperceptibly join their fingers, continuing to smile and giggle at each other, completely forgetting about the tournament.

lucerys velaryon

Luke is the biggest kitten in the world. PERIODT. 😼

I think he really likes tournaments (he likes to have fun and family evenings in general). He likes to place bets (in secret) on knights, whistle and clap loudly. But he never paid attention to the wreath moment until he had his S/O. When a man asks her to give him a token, Luke is surprised. He will ask her a lot of questions.

- Did he like you? Why did you choose this particular wreath? Does he think you are beautiful? And you him? What if I asked for a wreath?

-Luke, if you want me to give you a wreath, I'll give you a hundred of them, please don't take it personally.

After such a promise, he will sit with a proud smile and your hand in his palm.

jacaerys velaryon

He is surprised. He doesn't even want to let go of his S/O's hand at first, opening his mouth to say something. He sits with his mouth open and large, round eyes all the time, while his beloved, to the general applause, gives the knight her sign of attention. He glances at the man, clenching and unclenching his fingers. When his lady returns to him, he will simply continue to stare at her questioningly, making her laugh.

-Y/N!

- Do you want flowers in your hair too, honey?

rhaenyra targaryen

If the word "pride" was a person, it would be Rhaenyra. She proudly raises her chin, grins at the knight, as if showing with whom this wonderful S/O is here today, and the rest of the time in general, too. She has a beautiful companion, in silks and gold, who makes these unworthy ones drool over her. She perfectly remembers such moments in her life, and understands how such a request elevates you above other women who did not receive this.

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: Aelor finds out that you are not his biological mother.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands" but can be read independently

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It was no secret that Aemond had days when he felt uncomfortable seeing Aelor because he reminded him of Alys Rivers. Still, he always tried to be a good father, one better than Viserys. That's why when he just saw his son enter his chambers with a red face and full of tears he was already ready to cut off the head of whoever he had hurt his son. But that had to wait because now he had to deal with reassuring his child.

"Come here"

Another time Aelor would stay where he was and try to calm himself down. He wanted to show his father that he was already a big boy, but right now all he wanted was to be in his arms and be comforted so he ran to Aemond and let him sit on his lap.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" Aemond asked as he stroked the boy's back in circles.

"Baelon called me a bastard" replied his son, still crying but at least he didn't seem as agitated as before.

Well, he forgets the murder part because Aemond can't kill his other son but he would definitely punish him for bothering his brother. Though he could already imagine Baelon telling him that he couldn't punish him for telling the truth. It didn't matter that you and Aegon legitimized the boy to the rest of the world, he would always be a bastard.

It was not your intention to lie to Aelor. They never told him that you were his mother, but you didn't deny it when he first called you Muña. He was just copying his siblings and you didn't feel the need to correct him because for you he was another son.

"He also said that Muña is not my mother," he said with a trembling voice "Is it true?" Aelor asked devastated because deep down he already knew the answer. Baelon was right to point out that he didn't look like any of his family. All of his siblings had platinum or blonde hair while he had brown curls. Aemon wanted to make him feel better by telling him that their grandmother, Alicent, also had dark hair but Aelor wasn't a fool. His hair was nothing like their grandmother's.

"Your brother is wrong" Aemond replied instantly. It felt disrespectful for someone to say that because even though you didn't give birth to Aelor, you were the one who took him in first, you were the one who, upon learning of his illness, flew to Harrenhal and took care of him as if he were another one of your children, you were the one who convinced him to bring the child to live with you, you raised him as if he were yours so you were his mother "You were born of another woman" when he saw that his son was about to interrupt him he continued speaking "But your Muña will always be your muña. She loves you more than anything just like she loves your brothers. It doesn't matter that you were not born to her, you are as much her son as your brothers are"

"Your kepa is right," you said from the door, drawing the attention of both. You had found out what happened because Aemon went looking for you worried because he couldn't find Aelor. You were furious when you heard that Baelon had called his brother a bastard, you wanted to question him and find out where he had heard that word from and why he said it to his brother, but you were too worried about Aelor's reaction. You had always feared that once he learned the truth of his parentage, he would hate Aemond, Aegon, and you for killing his birth mother. "You weren't born of me" you started walking towards them "But that doesn't make me love you less than your brothers. You will always be my son" you affirmed as you gently caressed his face.

"You promise?" the boy asked, still not sure. Yesterday Baelon had no problem playing with him and today he seemed to hate him. Grandma had days when she seemed to love him and others when she barely tolerated him. The same with his uncle Egg from him, he sometimes stared at him with deep sadness. What if one day they tell you something and make you stop loving it?

"I promise" you kissed his forehead "How could I stop loving you when you're one of the best huggers around?" you said managing to make Aelor smile. You snatched it from your husband's lap and started tickling him causing the room to fill with the boy's outrageous laughter. You were sure anyone could hear it in the hallways but you didn't care. You just wanted your son to forget about the bad moment that happened.

Aemond looked at them with a smile. He would never stop being grateful to the gods for letting him survive the battle at Eyes God and he would never get tired of seeing you with their children. No matter what the interaction, you could be singing to them, reading to them, playing with them, or, like now, comforting your child. Every time he witnessed the bond between you and the children he always warmed his heart.

"Kepa, help," Aelor asked between laughs.

"I'm sorry, son. But I have a council meeting," Aemond said, drawing your attention.

"Wait, do we have a council meeting?" you stopped tickling your son and put him down instantly, worried that you had forgotten your duty "Aemond!" your husband had taken advantage of your moment of distraction to start tickling you and your son soon joined the attack "You liar" you complain between laughs.

"I'm sorry, my dear wife. But I couldn't let you continue torturing our son."

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nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma · 1 month

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HOTD stans: "Ugh those TB fans whining over every change and insisting HOTD is biased against them. Don't they think that maybe the writers made changes just so the story would be more interesting, not because Otto Hightower placed a gun to their head? Don't they see how much more interesting and complex the characters are now than in their fictional history book?"

also HOTD stans: "The Greens are just so much more interesting though. Sorry Rhaenyra, on principle I do support female succession. But you, Jakey boy and the rest of the pot plants just can't compete with Alicent and her poor tortured fucked up kids. They are THE dysfunctional family they are just so much more interesting-"

Wait... you mean ignoring half the cast didn't make them more interesting? Could it possibly be that bias isn't just a case of which side is portrayed as sympathetic, but which side is given attention?

Nah, of course not. I mean, a script direction stating that Jacaerys had already gone through an offscreen identity crisis over his parentage years ago and had come to terms with it? I thought that was so much more interesting than actually depicting it. I'm glad they got rid of Jace being bullied and focused on Aemond instead - it really made Jace a much more interesting character. Exploring the internalised shame of being a bastard, or what it's like to be constantly targeted and bullied by a kingsguard knight whose obsessed with destroying your mother, just isn't as interesting as Aemond being sad he doesn't have a dragon, or Aegon's daddy issues.

Giving Baela and Rhaena no screentime or dialogue? Genius. I'm so much more intrigued now. When they established Rhaena's yearning for a dragon I was worried we were going to see more of her, but to my upmost relief we spent her mother's funeral following Aemond instead. And the writers appropriately only used Rhaena to keep Aemond sympathetic, by having her be the one to initiate the fight instead of him hitting a toddler - once she was done serving Aemond's character we really didn't need anything further from her.

That one-off line about Daemon ignoring Rhaena was sufficient really, no need to explore that relationship any further. Just as there was no need to explore Baela's relationship with Jace, or the girls relationship with their stepmother. Let's go back to how Aegon is so sad that he has to rape women, or Helaena's bug collection. Let's throw sympathy on Vaemond while the female heirs to Driftmark stand silently in the background. Let's fart around in a Green-centric episode with a 100% stake-free race to find Aegon first. Let's throw in a scene of Larys masturbating over the Queen's feet, because the more powerless she is the more we can see Olivia Cooke's beautiful brown eyes weeping. The Blacks certainly don't need their own episode to breathe.

Sure, I did feel bad for book Rhaenyra when she was ordered away to effective exile on Dragonstone by her own father after the fight at Driftmark. And when her father almost called her home again to be his Hand, but then prioritised placating his wife and chose Otto instead. That sure SOUNDS like a compelling father-daughter conflict on paper. Perhaps we COULD have seen the tragic tale of a daughter whose father keeps failing to fight for her and unwittingly sabotages her, as his peacekeeping 'neutrality' effectively chooses his wife over her time and time again.

But I don't know, there was just something about Rhaenyra voluntarily bouncing because 'the wise sailor steers to avoid the storm' that felt much more intriguing than being forced away by her own father. Rhaenyra staying away for years was much more intriguing than her father passing her over as Hand. It really made the moment where Viserys drags his corpse out of bed to defend her stand out, you know? And it let us keep the focus on how Alicent is sad that her husband doesn't appreciate her, because the more victimised interesting Alicent is, the more interesting everyone is!

Daemon bashing his wife's head in with a rock also really made him more grey as a character.

As did Rhaenys slaughtering the smallfolk and championing the Geneva Convention the very next episode. That writing decision definitely had nothing to do with shock value. I mean, when asked why she didn't just end the war there and then we got solid Watsonian explanations such as 'it wasn't my war to start' or 'she wouldn't do that to another mother' (women, right?). That's how you know that creatively it made sense, because they wanted it to happen. Where was she keeping that change of armour?

Who needs Laena matchmaking to secure Driftmark and the Iron Throne for her daughters when she can spend her time wishing for self-immolation? Who needs Laena trying to fly one last time, desperate for that last taste of freedom before she dies, when she can instead kill herself via self-immolation?

Laenor faking his death via the murder of an innocent bystander and leaving the charred remains of the body to traumatise his parents and children (whose biological father has just died in a fire)? That needs no further exploration, I'm sure that didn't psychologically scar Jace and Luke any more than Laena's self-immolation affected her daughters. All that matters is we didn't bury our gays, isn't that great? This way Laenor didn't get assassinated, just his character!

I mean, we could have had Laenor's death be a tragic mystery, with unconfirmed rumours that Daemon had a hand in it. We could have placed the audience in Rhaenyra's point of view, we could have watched her grapple with the doubt, struggle over whether it's a possibility she can live with. We could have had the moment she gets passed over as Hand be the moment she decides to marry Daemon, like in the book. That could have said something interesting about her character and their relationship. But on second thoughts, "we'll fake Laenor's death and then we can be the ultimate power couple and RULE THE WORLD" was much more sophisticated.

Oh, and de-aging Aegon the Younger? Just look at the emotional range on that baby.

The casting for Addam and Alyn too... Honestly, not just their casting, I think overall the decision to cast characters aged 13-15 with grown adults is really going to underscore the tragedy of their stolen childhoods. It worked for Game of Thrones!

Nettles? Don't we have enough black women in the background?

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asoiafsworld · 2 years

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HEADCANON; HAVING RHAENYRA'S AND DAEMON'S CHILDREN

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings; mentions of death in childbirth, pregnancy, labor, nsfw (18+), pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, degradation, praise, power play, tooth rotting fluff

author's note; i know what happens in fire & blood and in house of the dragon and i choose to strongly ignore it! i will make daemon a good father and i will make rhaenyra a happy mother so take that hbo 😒 im accepting requests btw so pls send them to me, wether if its your own ideas or a req for a hc in this series!!

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➼ both yours and rhaenyra's pregnancy was going well and you both felt happy and healthy

➼ you were certainly both glowing and anyone could see how happy you both were

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were incredibly protective of you

➼ like not letting you out of their sight and making sure you weren't doing anything too dangerous

➼ also obviously you got pregnant by daemon's never ending hunger for breeding you

➼ but it's rhaenyra's child just as much as it's daemon's and she certainly shows it

➼ "i will let no man or woman near our children until they turn of age, maybe not even after that... they are just babies!"

➼ she's still convinced that you have twins and won't let anyone say otherwise about it

➼ and it makes your heart clench to hear that she claims your children as her own and you do the same

➼ you lay on your bed with her, your head on her bump, listening for kicks from the little one

➼ "oh, i heard something! i think it's talking to me! i can't wait to hold you in my arms, my little dragon."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon are so endeared by the nickname you have given to her child

➼ overall you take care a lot of her during the pregnancy since she is two months further than you are

➼ make sure she eats and drinks enough, are there for her when she feels sick, read to her when she wants to fall asleep but can't

➼ give her so many kisses on her swollen belly and she swears that it makes her feel better, especially when it's direct skin on skin contact

➼ she gets horny easily during pregnancy so she might just get wet from those kisses

➼ and you're her needy slut at her service so when she demands you to eat your queen out you do it without question

➼ which leads to daemon walking in on both of you and watching you with hunger as you are at your queen's mercy

➼ technically rhaenyra is at her weakest during her pregnancy and can't physically command you to do anything for her

➼ but it just shows how much power she holds over you and she loves it

➼ you are also just very submissive for her and would drop on your knees whenever and wherever she asks for it

➼ but as i said daemon walks in and he can't resist it and toys with you just as he always does

➼ shoves your face closer to rhaenyra's pussy and keeps a hand on the back of your head

➼ "you're a hungry little pup, hm? want to please your queen so badly, you can never resist her... you filthy little bitch."

➼ you moan into your wife's cunt and it doesn't take long for her to release all over your face and you gladly drink it up

➼ and then daemon splits you open on his cock because of course he does

➼ but you don't realize how much it turns him on to fuck you when you're pregnant until he does

➼ he keeps holding a hand to your stomach as he fucks into you and kisses your neck as you whine and whimper at the way he keeps hitting your deepest spots

➼ "so beautiful and round, you see how fast i got you pregnant, my love? everyone who sees you pregnant knows that i breed you like the stupid whore you are, that you are and will forever be mine to fuck and claim. my pretty little toy thing, just for me to use. i will breed you so many times and get you pregnant so much until the entirety of dragonstone is filled with our children, until i decide that i'm satisfied... and i will never, ever be satisfied with you. i will fuck you until my last breath."

➼ your eyes roll back into your skull, crying from how good you feel and you're delirious at his words, wishing he could get you pregnant again as soon as possible after you give birth

➼ your head is on rhaenyra's breasts as you get fucked and she smiles at you as if there was a sweet moment between you and daemon happening

➼ she was going through your hair with her hand and kissed you a few times, it was so gentle that it felt like a whiplash with daemon's unrelenting hard thrusts

➼ eventually he came inside you and was very proud of himself for it

➼ "i fucked you so hard, i'm sure you're pregnant again."

➼ "daemon... that is not how it works, you silly dragon!"

➼ when rhaenyra goes into labor you are right beside her, holding her hand and telling her that it will be alright and that she had done this five times before, she could do it again

➼ seeing her in this state terrified you a little because it's what you would go through in just a few weeks but you knew that you would be fine because rhaenyra would be by your side too, holding your hand tightly

➼ rhaenyra tried to send you away because seeing her might upset you in your state but you didn't listen to her, only kept telling her to hold on and to push

➼ eventually she gave birth to a healthy and strong baby, finally a girl

➼ she asked you if you liked the name visenya and you agreed on it although you were confused why she asked you

➼ "it's yours just as much as mine. i already asked daemon and he wanted visenya too but i want you to have a say in these things because they are your children as well, just like yours are already mine."

➼ it touched you to hear this and you give her the most loving kiss ever

➼ rhaenyra holds visenya in her arms and she's such an adorable little thing, looking around so curiously

➼ rhaenyra falls asleep quickly after the birth from exhaustion and in that time, you take little visenya into your arms

➼ "so you're my little dragon, hm, visenya? you look just like your mother, the same eyes and same nose... but i fear you got your rather large forehead from your father."

➼ daemon walks in at that moment, having been out flying with caraxes and immediately made his way back when he was told that rhaenyra was in labor

➼ "i heard that!"

➼ you only giggle at his fake hurt exclamation and his heart blooms when he hears you so happy so he can't say anything about it

➼ you place visenya in his arms and his face lights up the moment she looks at him

➼ "she's a cute little girl. look at her tiny nose! looks just like her mother."

➼ the kids start to come in to see the child and all coo over their baby sister

➼ jace takes her into his arms and keeps telling her how he's going to be the best big brother and teach her how to wield a sword and to take care of her dragon

➼ syrax was constantly churning out dragon eggs so you and jace chose one for little visenya from the many that were available

➼ you went with a white scaled dragon egg and it was placed in her crib with her from her first night, just like with her mother

➼ the following few weeks between visenya's birth and your labor were calm and peaceful and all three of you took a lot of care of visenya

➼ even though rhaenyra kept telling you to rest since you didn't have much left until your little one was coming

➼ but again, visenya was your child too and the urge to see her and take care of her was just as strong as rhaenyra's

➼ but before long, your labor was starting and you were incredibly scared

➼ one of your sister's, the one that reminded you of baela a lot, had died in childbirth which is why it was fearful for you to go through this

➼ and obviously it wasn't just you scared of it

➼ both rhaenyra and daemon's mothers had died in childbirth as well so everytime, it was a challenge and fear to go through this

➼ but they were constantly by your side through the entire labor, holding each of your hands and reassuring you that you would be fine

➼ they were partially saying that to keep themselves calm too because they wouldn't know what to do if they lost you too

➼ rhaenyra was constantly kissing your forehead and telling you that you were doing well for her and that she couldn't wait to see your little dragons

➼ you gave birth to your son and he came out squealing and crying loudly

➼ but the midwife told you to keep pushing because the maestar had been right, you did have twins!

➼ your daughter was born shortly after and your babies were both as healthy and happy as they come and you were okay as well, just tired from labor

➼ after they were cleaned up they were each put in your husband and wife's arms since you were too weak to hold them

➼ they came as close as possible to you with them and you smiled, unbelieving that you had born two living and breathing creatures

➼ daemon had your little girl in his arms and rhaenyra your son, both doting and cooing at them

➼ "i knew i was right. i could feel that there were two of our little dragons inside you."

➼ you roll your eyes at rhaenyra's insistence and watched her give a little kiss to your son's forhead

➼ you chose rhaegar for your son and alysanne for your daughter, two traditional targaryen names and your husband and wife both loved them

➼ they had told you that you didn't need to necessarily give them valyrian names and could choose from your own house as well

➼ "no, my family doesn't mean much to me. my children will be targaryen by name and blood, they will ride dragons and should bear their ancestors names."

➼ rhaenyra and daemon were so happy to hear that and were glad that you knew how important their valyrian ancestry will be

➼ the kids come flooding in and take their time to hold the children as well

➼ you had given baela and rhaena the task of choosing eggs for their siblings and they were happy to show them to you

➼ your son, rhaegar got a light blue scaled egg and your daughter, alysanne received a purple scaled egg, both put in the cribs with the children

➼ rhaenyra, daemon and you were mostly happy that your pregnancies were over since the danger was always big but you were so lucky with the three little new ones

➼ their cribs were in one room together because you all agreed to have them grow up as siblings

➼ rhaenyra however didn't let the wet nurse touch visenya, rhaegar or alysanne just like she didn't let anyone else still her sons before

➼ she stilled not only visenya but rhaegar and alysanne too because they were her little babies too after all

➼ you were familiar with this feeling but rhaenyra was not familiar with having children that were not her blood so breastfeeding them was her way of bonding herself with them

➼ you thought it was so cute that she wanted to do this for you and you of course did the same for visenya and she was just as happy about it

➼ so both of you sat in the nursery taking turns to feed your children and after that made sure to cuddle them closely and give them all the love in the world

➼ daemon came to the nursery a lot with you, sometimes he just took one of the babies and held them close to remind himself that he had helped create these beautiful little humans

➼ he tells the children tales of his adventures and tells them that they will never experience doing such dangerous things because their father was daemon targaryen, an insanely overprotective husband and father

➼ he seems to especially love alysanne a lot who keeps gurgling at him and trying to reach up to his face

➼ the smile he has on his face is so sweet when he holds her, it's visible that he's endlessly proud of her and loves her

➼ the other children come sneaking into the nursery too, thinking that no one would see them but all three of you know about it

➼ jace and luke are very much in love with rhaegar who was a strong and big baby

➼ they always tell him that he will be a great dragon rider one day and that they will be great big brothers

➼ joffrey seems to love alysanne a lot, always wanting to look at her closely since he can't hold her yet

➼ "my little sister, you will be the best swordswoman in the seven kingdoms! i'll teach you everything you need to know!"

➼ plays peek a boo with little alysanne and she absolutely loves it, always giggling when joffrey plays with her

➼ baela and rhaena look after visenya a lot and you know that it means a lot to them to have younger sisters now

➼ you know that baela is especially taken with her since she knows that she'll be a mother soon as well and you know that she will be a good one with the way she treats and holds visenya

➼ overall you love your huge patchwork family and would give anything for them and hope that you will be happy forever with them

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tobitofunction · 5 months

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the pact of ice and fire 4

part 1 part 2 part 3 part5

"I apologised already for it" Cregan defended but Sarah scoffed at that,"Oh he apologised" she mocked,"How about you sleep alone tonight will I take your wife out for the night" she said grabbing your hand which made you smile, "What?" Cregan asked,"Have fun sleeping alone Lord Stark as your wife won't be there to warm you, luckily wolves have thick fur" she smiled and dragged you away.

As soon as you left the room she let go of your hand,"I'm sorry for my behaviour-","Where will be going? Nights are long, what does Winterfell have to offer" you smirked taking her hand making her cheeks darken,"There is a nice little tavern within Winterstown, the food is good, I went there often as before Cregan became Lord his Uncle didn't like me eating with them" she said shyly making you frown,"Let's not dwell on it" she said taking your hand in hers and leading you towards to winter's town.

Every eye was focused on you, the silver-haired Westerner who became their Lady,"Princess Y/N, it's an honour to see you walk about" an elderly lady said," You have a beautiful town, it looks like a fairytale with all the snow" you said with a smile,"I own a tavern would you like to have a drink Princess" she said,"Your lady in waiting can join too" she said looking at Sarah,"She's my friend but I think she would love too" you said looking at Sarah who smiled warmly at you,"My apologies".

The tavern was small but cosy, people were chatting, and music was played by a couple of people but it came to a hold when you walked in,"It's Princess Y/N" someone said,"She married our Lord Stark in exchange for the Winter Wolves" someone else said,"So the north will be plunged into a war?","I heard her Uncle Aegon took the throne","I thought it was supposed be Princess Rhaenyra?","The House of the Dragon doesn't seem to know who rules it" someone answered the previous statement" Ignore them" Sarah said squeezing your hand, the old woman sat the two of you in a corner away from the crowd,"I bring you some wine" she smiled before leaving," I never thought about, how the people of the north would feel about being dragged into a war" you said playing with your rings,"House Stark made an oath and breaking it would be more controversial than being dragged into war" Sarah said,"The men are excited as they finally can do something besides hunt, and the women will have something to gossip about, it's not like we do much here anyway" she added as you sighed as the older woman came back with chalice filled with wine,"I hope it satisfactory for you Princess" she smiled,"Thank you for your kindness, here take this" you said handing her a handful of gold coins,"Princess, I can't-","Yes you can, I am sure you need it for something" she bowed her head,"Thank you Princess, I am glad that Lord Stark has wedded to you" she said before leaving again,"How do you feel about this war?" you asked Sarah as she took a sip from her wine," When your brother first came, I couldn't really care about it, the north isn't affected we are are to far away and don't have enough resources for the west to care, but my father made an oath and Starks don't forget their oaths so I knew my brother will join the fight, this marriage was something he didn't care for, he didn't need a marriage but his council did, my brother has no heir and you being unbetroth and as a Princess of the realm was like godsend, it was a pact they couldn't let slip and my brother knew that as well, so begrudgingly he accepted, but I can see he didn't expect to become fond of you so quickly" she smiled making your cheeks darken from embarrassment.

You were eating some rabbit stew when a young man approached you, he looked northern, with thick dark curly hair a matching beard and brown eyes,"Princess may I have this dance?" he asked hopefully, you looked at Sarah who nodded, you smiled at him and took his gloved hand,"You may" I said making his eyes twinkle, "What's your name" I asked," Harold, Princess, Harold Snow","You are bastard?" he nodded," A bastard of House Cerwyn, I'm the bastard of the previous Lord, I'm sorry it unforeseen of to ask you for a dance" he said letting go of you but you grabbed his wrist,"Why? You and I aren't as different as you may think, I enjoyed dancing with you" you smiled making him smile back at you,” I hope we can meet again” I said with a bow before turning to Sarah,”Let’s go we let Cregan suffer enough” she sighed,” he can suffer a bit longer” she muttered.

Cregan was still wide awake, sitting beside the fireplace when you opened the door,” I prayed you be back soon” he said getting up,” That’s considered of you Lord Husband” you said moving towards your closet,” I am truly sorry for leaving you” he began as you undressed,” It’s alright this a marriage of convince rather than love which is unlike your other marriages” you said making Cregan sigh,” Let me help you” he answered seeing you struggling a bit with laces at the back,” Thank you” you whisper feeling the pressure vanishing as Cregan unlaced your corset, his finger gently traced your spine when he saw the exposed skin,” Soft like silk” he muttered making your cheeks warm up,” Your hands are rough like dragon scales” you answered making him remove his hand slowly,” I am sorry-“,” It’s comforting makes me feel save” you cut him off while turning around, Cregan sighed softly and smiled, he continued to pull down your dress gently while gently caressing your skin as well,"I won't leave you again" he whispered,"You better not or I feed you to my dragon" you said softly making him smirk,"Wolves don't taste that well","Dragons eat anything, and I have to disagree Wolves do taste well"you smirked before kissing him and moving him to the bed.

Cregan slightly grunted when the back of his knees made contact with the bed,"I think it's only fair if you help me get undressed as well Princess" he teased against your lips. You smirked and untied his cloak," You have more layers than I do" you pouted while removing his layers of clothing," Wolves need layers to keep them warm and their dragon warm" he said grabbing your wrist as you were about to unlace his breeches, he pulled you flush against his body,"I want to make this marriage work, I don't want to be only about an alliance" he said," I don't want that either" you whispered, your purple eyes staring into icy grey ones, he kissed you in response and carefully lifted you onto the soft furs which covered your bed, your silver hair a stark contrast against the dark fur,"You are truly closer to the god than us humans" he said tracing your jaw before kissing you again.

*time skip*

You laid on Cregan's chest your leg thrown over his waist, with Cregan's arm was draped around your waist his thumb rubbing circles on your soft skin," Can I be honest with you?" you lifted your head,"Of course" Cregan sat up leaning his body against the headboard making you sit up as well,"I left because it became to real for me, as you know I lost two wives, one during childbirth the other due to sickness, I don't want you to die, I am clearly cursed-", "I am a Targaryen people already believe we are cursed, have you never heard the saying 'Every time a Targaryen is born the Gods toss a coin'?, another curse thrown my way won't do much." you said caressing his cheek, Cregan bit his lip and moved out of bed making you sigh, but instead of getting dressed and leaving as you thought he would he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small box and handed it to you,"I couldn't find the perfect moment to give it to you, but I think this is the one" he said as you opened it and revealing the necklace he showed Jace," the valeryian steel dragon wrapped around a dragon glass sphere,"It's Valeryian steel, how did you-","It's a mystery I found in our vault" he said while taking int from your hand and placing it around your neck,"When I found I was advised not gift it you as every woman who wore it died soon after so it wasn't worn for centuries but I guess a Valeyrian Princess would be the only one who can wear it" he said admiring you with the necklace on,"Or you going to get yourself a third dead wife"you smirked,"I thought curses don't bother you" he joked back.

The next day you walked through the castle when you walked past the meeting room," How many were captured?" Cregan said making you stop and listen, unlike Kings landing no guard was stationed at the door,"4 my Lord" Lord Manderly of the White Harbour said,"The greens are coming closer than we thought, we need to engage soon lord Stark" Lord Cerwyn said,"That one-eyed bitch" a Lord cursed,"Aemond" you whispered,"Does we know what he wants in return of the hostages?" Cregan asked," Maybe an alliance" Crewyn said,"Who did they capture to think they can have that" The same voice who cursed Aemond out asked," Your son Lord Bolton alongside Torrhen Madly they were captured during a hunt" Lord Cerwyn said after a bit of silence,"What shall we do than?" Lord Manderly asked his voice full of emotion,"We send some men to them and get them back by force" Lord Bolton said, you shook your head before bursting through the door," Send me, I will get them back" you said making Lord Bolton chuckle,"What can a Princess do save some hostages, you are the reason we are in this situation anyway, your mother should just have accepted that Aegon -","Enough Bolton" Cregan said,"You will treat her with respect as both my wife and Princess of the realm" he said calmly," I have a dragon, let me face my Uncle" Cregan shook his head,"I appreciate the offer but I can't risk loosing your or your dragon. We go with Lord Bolton's plan and get back with force, Cerwyn you stay here, I be taking up arms with a portion of the Winter Wolves, we leave in two hours" Cregan said making the meeting come to an end.

You watched as Cregan left with some of his men," It's for the best little girl, a battlefield is no place for someone like you" Bolton said as he passed you,"Don't mind Bolton, he's an asshole to everyone" Cerwyn said,"How long will it take for them to arrive at the location of the hostages?" you asked making Cerwyn lift a brow,"A week at most" you hummed,"Thank you my Lord" you said before leaving,"You are welcome Princess" he said slightly confused. One your way to your room you saw Sarah," Just for the person I was looking for, I need your help" you said grabbing her arm.

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Labyrinth

Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

(+ uh, oh, I'm falling in love)

An imagine loosely based on the song Labyrinth of off Midnights by Taylor Swift ▪︎ read more Daemon & Aemond midnights imagines here: masterlist

themes: Aemond loses his eye at an older age (near the end of this) + there is no war (Rhaenyra is Queen), fluff, angst, mutual pining / warnings: language, mention of violence / word count: 5k

You and Aemond dance around each other for a long time, unable to make your feelings known to the other. Until an incident occurs, which makes him realize how important you truly are to him.

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It's a calm morning in King's Landing, and Prince Aemond makes his way throughout the castle, on his way to visit his dear sister Helaena and her children.

Aemond has proven to be a doting brother to her, as well as a caring uncle to Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor. It can even be said that he has seen these children grow, more than their own father, his frequently inebriated brother, Prince Aegon.

Aemond shakes his head in disappointment, as the thought of his brother crosses his mind. Surely, he doesn't expect to find him in Helaena and the children's chambers.

He walks through the half-open doors, and hears an unfamiliar voice reading to the children. Your voice. He sees you sitting on the floor, the toddlers in varying positions in front of you, your dainty hands holding a heavy book that you surprisingly looked comfortable propping up.

You get to a passage about a dragon, and promptly make a Roarrr! sound to the children, as if you were acting out a performance. Aemond can't hold back the amused snort that he lets out.

You raise your head, and hurriedly stand, curtsying to the prince, "Prince Aemond, your sister did say you might be visiting this morning." You feel flushed, embarrassed that he most likely heard you.

"Hmm," he takes you in fully, mildly pleased with what he sees, "and where is my sister?"

"She's gone on a stroll with the Lady Alicent, my prince."

"And who might you be? Just last week it was Alyanna who was attending to the children."

"My name is y/n, I am her newly instated handmaiden, my prince. Mistress Alyanna asked to take leave, sadly, I think due to unfair treatment from Prince Aegon."

Aemond nearly rolls his eyes in exasperation, and reminds himself to have a word with his brother about this later.

"I can leave you with the children, if you wish to have time alone with them?"

Normally he would order his sister's appointed handmaiden to wait outside, as he prefers not to have someone hovering over him. But he looks at you intently, hearing nervousness in your voice, and decides, "No, stay, please. Continue."

"E-mon!" the children squeal, noticing their uncle's presence.

You feel warm inside as you watch him lower himself to the floor and hug the children. They seem very comfortable with him, which only says a lot about how he treats them.

"Good morning, sweetlings," he sits among them, Jaehaerys plopping himself on his lap.

You're unsure if you should sit with them. Would it be proper?

"Y/n, please sit," he orders, "the children wish to hear the rest of the story."

"Of course, my prince." You sit, careful with your skirts.

As you take the book in your hands, the prince adds, smirking, "And so do I."

Oh, gods. You swallow, nerves settling in your stomach.

Slowly, you pick up where you left off, although the prince notices that your tone has changed. Rather flat, more careful.

He decides to have a bit of fun with you, testing to see how you would fare, "If you don't mind, my lady, continuing in the same inflection as you had before? The raw emotion in your voice was truly something to hear."

You groaned in protest, and your hand flies to your mouth when you realize how rude that might have seemed.

"I apologize, my prince, of course I'll... uhh... read in the same- "

His hand rests on yours before you can finish your sentence, and you swear you can hear your heart pulsating. Oh for gods sake, he's just the Prince, not some bloody deity.

"It's no matter, go on," he says smoothly, applying the slightest pressure on your hand, before pulling away.

He could pass for a deity, though, due to his striking beauty and the way he holds himself. It almost... eerie. In the best way.

"Okay," collecting your thoughts, you recount the story, doing your best to focus on the children, who watch you in awe.

You could not shake off the fact that their handsome uncle was watching you as well, the pressure of it nearly weighing you down. His intent gaze effectively raising goosebumps on your exposed skin.

Moments later, much to your relief, you reach the final page and you're able to say, "... and The End. That's it, my darlings."

"Hmm." There is a pleasant upturn to the prince's lips, and you find yourself admiring its prominent shape. Looking down quickly, you try to avert your eyes so he doesn't notice your staring.

Though you find yourself saying, "Amused, are we, my prince?"

His smirk widens. Maybe you did have some fire in you.

"I am," he tilts his head, "you should be flattered, my lady, as it takes quite a lot to amuse me."

"I should be flattered that you find amusement at my expense?" You raise an eyebrow. You briefly wonder where you're finding the gall to speak to the prince in such a way, but you can't explain it. It's as if he's eliciting it out of you.

"Why?" he counters, "wouldn't you want to amuse your prince?"

"I suppose," you close the book, and put it aside, taking the wooden toy Maelor was handing to you, "I would. Given that he amuses me, just the same."

You stare at each other, your heart in your throat, arrested by his sinister, bright, blue eyes.

Until Jaehaera gets up, and puts her arms around her uncle's neck, demanding attention with one loud, "E-mooon!"

"My love," he laughs, and you find yourself wishing this wouldn't be the last you'll hear of the sound.

My new station might not be so bad, after all.

Aemond attends to Jaehaera, while you play with her brothers, until a smiling Helaena walks in the room.

"Aemond," she greets pleasantly, "you've met y/n."

You both stand, and Aemond places a kiss on his sister's cheek, "Hmm, I have," he looks back at you, before adding in a lower voice, but one he made sure you still could hear, "if I had half a mind, dear sister, I would have her attend to me, instead."

You can't help but smile at that, and Helaena does too, looking between you and her brother, then she muses, eyes glazing, "Lovely blue stone casting its glow, uniting tormented loving bones."

"Uhm," confusion shows on your face.

"Don't fret," Aemond says to you, "she does that often. My dear sister." He lovingly wraps an arm around her, before excusing himself to go attend to the council.

"It was a pleasure, lady y/n." He nods to you.

"The pleasure is all mine, my prince," you curtsy, one final time, before he leaves the room.

As Aemond walks to the council, he feels much lighter, and one thing's for certain. He's going to have to a word with his brother that you were not to be messed with, in any way.

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You walk through the streets of the Red Keep, Prince Aemond a steady presence by your side. Normally, you'd have Princess Helaena's sworn knights accompany you while you carry out the tasks she set out, but ever since a few months ago, Aemond has taken it upon himself to watch over you as well.

The two knights still follow, as per their duty, some distance behind the two of you, so you're not sure why Aemond continues to take useful time out of his agenda, just to walk with you.

But you didn't mind, all the same. You found yourself feeling at home in his company.

Since that day when Aemond walked in on your enthusiastic storytelling, which you still feel flustered just thinking about, he has visited Helaena and the children's quarters more often.

And by extension, by the grace of whatever gods exist, this means that he's around you a lot.

You've been able to see him as more than just a handsome prince to fawn over, more than a royal to pledge fealty to.

You've been able to see Aemond, who he truly is, as much as he has allowed you. And, he's been getting to know you as well, but you unknowingly brush his efforts off as him showing mere courtesy to the caretaker of his niece and nephews.

That is, until Helaena one day said, absentmindedly, "I'm happy Aemond visits nearly every day now."

"Princess? Hasn't he always done this anyway?"

"Hmm, well, yes, he did so, around once or twice a week if his council duties allow him the time."

You nodded, knowing that Prince Aemond held a valuable position in Queen Rhaenyra's great council.

She continues, "But now... he finds the time every day, even just for a few minutes, to stop by. I'm pleased about this little change."

You smiled, sharing in Helaena's delight.

Then she added, "I might have to thank you for that."

"M-me, princess?"

"Mhmm," she just smiled giddily, before turning away to work on her embroidery.

The memory replays in your head, as Aemond walks beside you, so close your hands brush each other once in a while.

If he notices, then he must not mind. You don't, either.

Today, you are tasked with picking up silks for the Princess' new dress. You and your company walk through the market, the people parting when they notice the Prince heading their way, knights in tow.

You don't notice the man coming from around the corner, carrying a huge straw basket on his shoulders, which nearly swings against your head.

But Aemond was quick to act, taking your hand and pulling you out of the way, close to him.

The man mumbles his apologies, to which you say, "It's alright, I'm okay."

But you look up at Aemond who seems to be glaring at the man, his voice cold when he speaks, "Watch yourself next time."

"Of course, my prince. Sorry, my prince." He scurries away in a rush, clearly fearing the prince's wrath.

As you walk on, you find that the prince has held on to your hand, even rubbing his thumb on it soothingly from time to time, and you don't protest.

You briefly think of how the two of you must look, hand in hand. Almost like lovers.

You turn away, your thoughts making you feel bashful. Aemond gradually halts, and with gentle fingers on your chin, turns your head to face him.

"Something the matter?" he asks coyly.

Oh he knows what he's doing.

His hand still grips yours firmly, while the other holds your face.

"Nothing, my prince."

He smiles, satisfied, and you continue on.

"I thought I told you to only call me by name," he says, "No need for the formality."

"It just doesn't feel right, prince Aemond."

"Why not?"

"Because you're the prince, and I'm just, well, me."

He doesn't say anything, simply walking on, until he says, almost to himself, "I believe you're more extraordinary than you allow yourself to think."

You look at him, appreciating his words, believing them. You realize just how much you've grown to trust Aemond.

At this point, you reach your destination, so say, "We're here... Aemond."

He smiles at you brightly, the sight of it so overwhelming, "Hmm."

Hmm, indeed.

You hand the tailor the scroll on which Princess Helaena listed what she needs, and he abruptly gets to work, retrieving materials from all around the stall.

You look around, Aemond doing the same on the other side of the room. Then you come across a tray of jewels, stones of different hues and sizes. The one thing that caught your eye was a deep blue sapphire, so beautiful it made the other stones look plain in comparison.

You pick it up, weighing it in your hand, smiling to yourself.

"See anything you like?" Aemond comes up behind you.

"Oh, yes, well. This is beautiful, isn't it? It reminds me of a pendant my mother once possessed. It also contained a sapphire, which I must say is my favourite stone. Blue is my favourite colour, you know?" You study the sapphire, bringing it up to look at it closely.

"Yes, I know, you've told me." Aemond smiles, his heart feeling tender as he listens to you musing out loud.

You speak up again, raising the sapphire to his face, "And look, it even matches your eyes. Equally beautiful."

His face lights up, "You flatter me, my love."

My love.

You're interrupted by the knight, entering the stall, addressing the prince, "My prince, might I remind you of the materials for your new royal cloak, as ordered by your Lady mother."

"Ah yes," Aemond says, face falling, "go see to it."

The knight nods, and goes off to speak to the tailor.

"Something wrong? Not elated at having a new cloak?" you ask playfully, thinking it to be just a light matter.

"Hmm? No, I suppose it's just... where I will have to don it for."

You become confused as to why his disposition has fallen, so you continue to ask, "A ceremony? Some tedious banquet?"

Aemond had told you once about how little he cared for the feasts and banquets, empty processions with no true objective.

His voice grows solemn, and he looks at you directly, as if to make a confession, "I am to have a courtship ceremony. My mother wishes to have me wed very soon."

"Oh."

You turn away, placing the sapphire back down, and desperately try to distract yourself with something else. You suddenly feel foolish for even imagining the two of you as lovers earlier. For ever reading too much into the prince's kindness.

Of course he will be married. And even if... even if... he actually desired you, he wouldn't choose you. You were a lady, yes, but your House was one of the smaller ones in Westeros. A small and humble, dormant stronghold in the Westlands.

Noone of any significance, at least, when compared to a Targaryen prince.

"Say something, my lady," he implores you.

You try to steady your voice, and it comes out cold, "That's good news, my prince. I wish you would find a fruitful union."

"Do you?" he matches your tone, almost mockingly.

"Of course."

Aemond suddenly feels irate at your coldness, but mostly, he hates that he may have caused it. It wasn't his fault, after all, was it? He's merely fulfilling his duty to his House, to his family. Who are you to make him suddenly feel wretched about the whole ordeal?

But he does. He feels empty, at the sight of you now, at how your smile has faded.

Aemond speaks again, his tone biting, "Thank you for your well wishes, my lady. I do want for myself a beautiful, noble wife."

"Sure, my prince."

"Fuck's sake, y/n, call me Aemond." he spits out, exasperated.

"My prince, we have acquired everything. We can leave now if you wish." The knight is back, with the goods held under his arm.

Aemond looks at you expectantly, and you're not sure what for. You say nothing, your mind still reeling at his impending betrothal.

"Very well." Aemond walks out first.

When you make your way back to the castle, Aemond walks faster, some distance ahead of you the whole time.

And you want nothing more than to return to your quarters, busy yourself with taking care of the children, and completely forget about their soon-to-be-wed uncle.

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You're in your private quarters, which are adjacent to Princess Helaena's, in case she might need to call on you.

You feel downtrodden, and you barely left the room today, asking leave from the Princess, stating that you felt rather ill. Helaena, kind and generous as ever, was quick to agree and even ordered the Maester to bring you some medicinal tea.

It has been days since your ill-fated visit to the Red Keep. This morning, Prince Aemond's courtship ceremony took place, and you had woken up with a sense of dread.

It must have finished already, I wonder who it was he chose. She must be beautiful, indeed, a highborn lady from an important House. A valuable ally to House Targaryen.

You try to focus on reading your texts, but your mind keeps drifting back to the Prince and whoever his chosen consort might be.

You worry about how it will feel, seeing him constantly when he visits the Princess and her children. Knowing all the while that you can never have him.

Why am I fooling myself? I never could have had him, and it had been that way since the beginning.

A knock echoes. Three, sure, raps on the wood, making you jump, not expecting anyone at such a late hour.

"Princess Helaena?" you ask, although you're fairly certain it isn't her, as she has already gone to bed much earlier. And, she usually calls out as well.

Nothing. The knock repeats, sounding more urgent.

You walk to the door, and you've only just opened it an inch, when it's pushed open wide. All at once, you're enveloped in Aemond's arms, his distinct scent intoxicating your senses, so close. So close.

Before anything can be said, he presses his lips to yours.

Everything else disappears. Suddenly, he isn't to be married, you didn't have an argument days ago, you no longer feel despondent, the pressure you feel about your lesser birthright is gone.

He is just Aemond, and you're just you. Lips dancing with each other, heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your hands reach up to each other's face, carressing blindly, like a fight on who will cover more ground.

It feels so good, so right, that a tear threatens to roll down your face.

He breaks away, only because he's out of breath, your face held like treasure in his hands, his forehead pressed to yours.

His eyes are shut, and lips are parted. His brows are furrowed, reflecting his frustration, impatience, his longing.

Then he opens his eyes, that endlessly arresting blue.

"I'm afraid... that I... have fallen in love with you."

"Aemond." The tear that you were fighting back, finally rolls down, and he catches it, looking at you in wonder.

"I would wed you if I could. If only I could," his voice breaks, all his emotion pouring out.

"I know." You feel numb, like you're floating on air. Both exalted and overjoyed, as well as broken by the impossibility of what you want.

"I fucking hate this," he seethes, feeling out of control, the one thing he's ever wanted, he can't truly have.

Then he spins on his heel, letting you go, hastily leaving out the door.

You had no idea that it would also be the last you would see of the prince, for a long while.

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News of the battle of the Stepstones spread like wildfire. The Targaryen and Velaryon armies were victorious in defeating the infamous Triarchy.

Apparently, it had been Daemon and Aemond Targaryen who served as primary catalysts for victory, their prowess in battle and their dragons tipping the scale over to their cause.

There were plenty of casualties, as is the outcome of war, but unfortunately, you had received word that Prince Aemond also suffered a grave injury.

The messenger did not specify on his condition, and simply heeded Princess Helaena that she may visit her battle-worn brother.

You and Helaena rush through the hallways, arm in arm, and you try your best to comfort her, but you feel dread yourself. Aemond dwells in your thoughts, taking over everything else. Is he alright? You're sure that you won't know peace until you find out.

You reach his quarters, the knight opening the door and announcing Princess Helaena's arrival.

The room is engulfed in shadow, and you catch a glimpse of him, facing away from you, sitting in front of his hearth.

You didn't understand. What was he afflicted with?

"Aemond..." Helaena starts to approach him, hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"Just you, sister. Your handmaiden is not needed."

Helaena turns to you, eyes widening, unsure of what to say. Sweet Helaena did not have it in her to just send you away, when she knew you were also concerned for her brother's wellbeing.

"Aemond," you call out to him, not able to see his expression.

"Leave us," he orders, clearly directed at you, and you're left with no choice but to follow. The knight ushers you out of the room, and when the door slams, you feel hollow inside.

He had pushed you away. Why?

You pace in front of the doors, as you wait for Helaena to come out.

A long while later, when she does, you take her hands immediately, "My princess, is Aemond alright?"

She turns her head, "Y/n, I cannot say."

"What do you mean?"

"He will... be fine. But that's all I can say, forgive me. I promised him." She pulls her hands away, and walks back to her quarters, expecting you to follow.

If there were no guards posted outside, you would barge inside and demand answers from him. Your heart ached for Aemond, and whatever pain he may be feeling. You wish desperately that he would let you be of any help, and you would do anything.

But the doors remain closed, with the guards looking at you pointedly, so you use what little strength you have left, and follow Helaena.

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Aemond has barely left his quarters since the injury, tormenting himself with self-doubt and feeding his rage.

For a prince who studied the sword nearly all his life, for a fighter who pore over countless battle strategies and combat methods, he was still overpowered.

And, by the fucking Crab Feeder, of all people.

The wretch paid his debt with his life. Aemond made sure to give him a torturous death, even with blood spilling out of where his left eye used to be, looking every bit of a madman as he felt in that moment.

Each time he glances his reflection, his bright red scar commands his attention, like a reminder of his weakness. His faults in battle.

Perhaps my visage has finally reflected the monster within.

Amidst his incessantly negative, obsessive thinking, you also manage to plague his mind, every now and then.

He remembers that night, before he was called off into battle, when he made his confession to you.

Was it all for naught? I am to be married, after all, mother already having picked the top prospects for me. Perhaps, I should just commit to my duties, and cease all this fanciful dreaming. Of her. Of... love.

But one thing that he also can't deny, was that it was your image that flashed by his eyes, like one last glance offered by his heart, when the knife struck him in the face, and he fell to his knees. Fearing it was the end, for just a moment, it was you whom he thought of.

How can you even look at him now, with the same admiration? Aemond's loss also bred a darkness inside him, simmering beneath the surface, and he fears he's no longer the same man you wanted.

But... but he's almost certain, that if he lets you go, it just may torment him all of his life. Haunted by what could have been.

No.You're inside of me now. The only man I want to be is the man whom you love. I need to know if you still see me, for who I am, after all this.

He slips out of his quarters, while the castle sleeps, with only you in his mind.

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Someone knocks at your door, in a familiar pattern. You don't need to call out to know who it is.

With bare feet, you walk soundlessly towards the door, stopping just before it.

A moment passes, nothing.

"Aemond," you say, "I know it's you."

You walk closer, and rest your head on the wood, your hand coming up as if to reach through. You think you can feel him, on the other side.

"Y/n," he finally speaks, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Aemond," the both of you stand there, yearning lovers separated by a mere divide, neither one making a move.

"Don't... don't open the door."

"I won't," your heart breaks at how he sounds. Almost scared.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

As much as you long to see him in that instant, and how you know it doesn't matter how he appears, you grant his wish, letting him have this, "Okay."

"Would you like to sit?" you ask.

"Sit?"

"Yes, we can... sit with our backs to the door, and just... talk."

"Oh," is all he responds.

"Only if you want, of course." you say hurriedly.

"Well," he whispers. Then you hear shuffling from the other side, and a low thud that may be from his back hitting the wood.

You follow suit, and just sit, letting the comforting silence wash over.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"What for, Aemond?"

He responds dryly, "For this shit. I know it's not ideal."

"Oh my love," you whisper, and Aemond leans back, relishing the way you addressed him, "I'm happy to have you, however you'd let me."

For the first time since the battle, Aemond Targaryen actually smiles.

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For many nights, across the coming weeks, that is how you and Aemond would enjoy each other's company. He would come to your door, the hallways partially under the blanket of moonlight, and the two of you would simply converse. About your days. About stories. About his niece and nephews, whom he haven't yet visited since his injury.

Sometimes, you would just sit, with nothing needed to be said. Just content with the mere presence of the other.

One night, Lady Alicent heads to her daughter Helaena's quarters, wishing to leave something for her grandchildren. When she hears a voice down the hallway, one which she clearly recognizes to be her son's.

Alicent has been preoccupied with Aemond since the battle, worrying that he has been of low spirits, almost never leaving his quarters. Never allowing anyone inside, and letting them glance at his face, apart from herself, the maester, and his siblings.

He didn't want to see pity reflected in people's eyes, he had said blankly.

It pained her deeply to see her son so wounded, so lifeless. Aemond has always been a quiet boy, preferring to observe rather than to partake. Although, he is every bit a dragon as his name suggests, his fire revealing itself in his determination, in his relentless, tactical pursuit of his objectives.

And now, as he has suffered a damning blow, he remains quiet in a different way. One laced with self-loathing and dissatisfaction.

Which is why Alicent almost cannot believe her eyes, when she spies her son, casually sitting back against a door, speaking to whoever is on the other side.

And she is even more astounded when she hears it clearly. Her son, Aemond, lets out a laugh. Genuine, and light-hearted, the rare sound like music to her ears. She struggles to remember when she heard him laugh in such a way, even before the battle.

Alicent determines whose quarters her son sits by, right down the hallway from Helaena's. She had heard of you in passing, from Helaena, who had hinted at her handmaiden catching Aemond's eye. She did not think much of it at the time, and assumed it was merely a passing fancy. Her second son has never devoted much attention to such things, after all, unlike Aegon. Which is why she arranged for his courtship ceremony, in hopes that it might help him select a suitable consort, but his mind was somewhere else that morning. And now, she knows it that was on you.

She wonders what kind of a woman you might be, if you've been able to affect Aemond in such a way.

She turns around, and heads back to her quarters, so as not to disturb the both of you. A plan forms in her mind, and tomorrow, she would relay the news to her Aemond.

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The next night, you hear him knock, and you prepare to sit by the doors yet again. But then Aemond calls out, "May I come in, my love?"

You swallow, both excitement and nervousness settling in your bones, "Yes, come in, Aemond."

He enters slowly, and your eyes can finally feast on the sight of him again. You look at him thoroughly, walking around him, ignoring the confused expression on his face.

"My love?"

"That's what you were afraid for me to see? Your eye?"

He swallows thickly, "Uh, well, the wound has healed much since the battle, and the maester has just crafted this eyepatch for me today," he says, pointing to his face. "It was horribly worse before, when I first visited you, and-"

You cut him off gently, "Oh, Aemond. I wouldn't have cared. My heart breaks for you, yes, and I wish you didn't have to suffer this injury but..." you move closer, reaching up to caress his sculpted cheekbone, "if anything, this only adds to your beauty."

"What?" he breathes out, smiling.

"Hasn't it been said that battle scars can add character?" you smile.

He blinks at you, like he doesn't believe what he's hearing, then just turns away, walking over to your bed, and uncermoniously plopping himself down on it.

"Fuck."

"Aemond?" you worry that you might have spoken out of turn, and walk over to him.

"You... you're amazing."

You laugh dryly, "Thank you?"

"I thought you would pity me, feel sorry for me. I thought you might be afraid."

You take a deep breath, and sit next to him. "I could never be afraid of you."

He nods, understanding now, and says, "I would like you to see something. Well, two things, actually."

"Okay."

With deft hands, he lifts his eyepatch, revealing the sapphire glowing beneath. With bated breath, he waits for you to speak.

"A sapphire," you breathe out in wonder. It truly was beautiful, and in some way, befitting of Aemond.

"There were several options, but when I was presented with this, I knew. It reminded me of you."

"Aemond," you whisper affectionately, "you're beautiful."

He smiles, "Hmm, and another thing." He then reaches out of his pocket and pulls out a chain, or rather a metallic necklace.

"Turn around."

You do as he says, awaiting the feeling of his gift on your skin.

Afterward, you look down, studying it, an interlocking silver sequence with a central pendant. And on the pendant...

"It's a sapphire, made out of the same exact stone as my eye. This way, my love, you will always have a part of me with you."

"Oh, Aemond," you continue to stare at your new necklace, the sapphire being the thing that warms your heart the most, "It's beautiful, thank you."

You can't help but reach for his face, and bring his lips to yours. He returns it eagerly, and he pulls you in closer by the waist.

"Oh, and another thing..." he pulls away, smirking.

"Another?" You're fairly certain he's surprised you enough tonight.

He smiles at you widely, his eyes sparkling at the thought of what he's about to divulge.

"What is it?" you press on, keen to know what it is that's uplifting him so.

"My mother, Lady Alicent, has agreed for us to be wed."

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I didn't plan for this to be that long, holy hell.

Everyone, I am so gone, after seeing that finale, all I can think about is Aemond. I need professional help.

Only if Aemond is the professional.

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