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beary-rambles · 3 days

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Bound by blood

summary: Its the morning after your unspoken confessions with jacaerys. And you are faced with the aftermath of your actions.

r.q: Ok 1. Your writing is so good 2. I need a part 2 to Jacaerys x alicentdaughter!reader where reader stays with Jacaerys joining team black and we need tk get everyone's reaction to alicent daughter!reader staying like

w.c: 2.1k

c.w: implied smut, alternative timeline, dialogue heavy, nail biter jacaerys, aemond appearance, fluff, even though they are now lovers they still argue lmaooo, not proofread, happy ending!

a.n: heavily requested im so sorry this took awhile and it might not be what people wanted but i hope you all enjoy !! <3

part one part three (backstory) (soon) masterlist

Your eyes flutter open and you rubbing your hand to cover your eyes as the bright shining sun begins to shine rays down on you. You look over at the spot next to you expecting to see jacaerys laying next to you but instead you reach over and feel the cold spot next to you. He must have been up for a long time.

A pit forms in your stomach maybe preparing yourself to turn over and see a cup of moon tea sitting on the bedside table but when you’re instead greeted by a folded piece of paper and a cup of water with some fruits.

‘I'm sorry that i will not be here when you awake my love, i had some things i must discuss with my mother. Do not rush yourself but once you're ready you should make your way to the main hall so we can speak.

with all my love, jacaerys’

you sit up, chugging down the cup of water and taking a few bites of the fruit before sliding off the bed, eyeing the red splotches of blood pooling around where you had been laying leaving some dried blood on your thighs. You needed a bath. As if they could read your mind a maid walked in and you jumped.

“i am so sorry for startling you princess.” with a bow of her head you relax and bring the blanket to wrap around yourself suddenly feeling very embarrassed that she saw you like this. An unmarried woman who had clearly been sullied.

“The princess had requested i come here and run you a bath my lady” The princess? your face heats in embarrassment as you can only nod you head. He had told her, of course he would, especially after last night he seemed very keen on you staying here with him.

The only you could think about as you get scrubbed down was the slight ache between you legs and your mother. You wondered how she would react to all this, what was going to happen when you don't return home, or maybe you do but come back? all of your stuff is in the keep but its nothing of true value to you you suppose, everything that matters to you is here because all that truly matters to you is jacaerys.

You worry what your family will think if you don't return home, maybe that they killed you or kidnapped you. Will they send people here to come retrieve you? You wonder what jacaerys is doing right now, is he considering the same things you are?

You're shocked to be presented with a nice black dress instead of your older green one, you stare at your old dress on laying on the ground. You remember when she had gifted it to you, she had said it was hand made for you made in the house color. You remember her face and how she smiled at you when you spun around to show it to her and how she told you how gorgeous you looked. you look back at the maid who was looking at you expectantly and you apologize allowing her to dress you. You cant get hung up on these things, especially now that you’ve chosen to stay it does break your heart a bit to think about the fact that your last conversation with your mother was so short.

You try to suppress your anxiety as you are led towards the main hall where jacaerys had asked you to met him. when you get closer you can hear heavy discussions, you try to softly open the door but once you’re in the room the door closes so loudly behind you you hiss. Dreadfully turning around to see the room full of not only rhaenyra daemon and her children but the velaryon’s and many a council man.

“Good afternoon.” Everyone nods their head at you giving you a good afternoon in return. You don't notice him until he's standing right in front of you, “jacaerys,,”He lifts up your hands and presses a kiss against your lips. “Did you rest well?” You nod and he smiles at you, his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out a necklace, reaching head hands behind your back to clip it on you.

You grab it in your hands and notice its a black metal sigil of house Targaryen. You look at him and he's just smiling at you, “You like it?” You hum and nod your head, he grips your hand and leads you towards the table where everyone had been standing around watching you. Your face heats when you notice rhaenyra’s happy face and daemons smirk.

��Now that the princess is here might we address the issue at hand?”

“where are we to go from here?”

Jacaerys takes a step closer to the table keeping one of his hands on your back “as i said we will be married tonight-”

You flashes back to last night where he had mentioned over and over again with shake breaths how he would marry you and how he would love to be your husband. You look down at the ground as you flush.

“Not to rain on your parade my prince but i have to be the one to ask it, how do we know the princess is to be trusted?” His hands slam on the table and he leans forward glaring daggers at the lord, “You will not accuse my wife of anything-” You place your hand on his back, “please do not get angry on my behalf Jace its fine. Besides there's something i should bring up.”

Everyone in the rooms attention turns to you, “I think it is best if i return to the keep.” Jacaerys whips towards you with an alarmed look, “what-” “i believe it is best if i inform my family i am staying here in person.” “That is a horrible idea they are animals!” “And you think they would act any better lest they believe me kidnapped?!” “You could send them a letter.” “a letter that you could easily have forced me to write they need to see and hear me say it.” “you are acting irrationally.” “I am acting irrationally?!?! for fearing they shall send their bannermen here to storm dragonstone putting everyone in danger?!”

“do they even like each other?” lucerys whispers to rhaena who just shrugs, baela stands with her arms crossed staring at the pair who are glaring daggers at one another, “they are angry because they care about each other.”

“and you would rather risk your own life?” “it is the best option-” “you are a ridiculous women.” “and you are nothing more than a fool if you believe you are right!”

“and what if they believe you are forced into saying it?” daemon cuts into you and jacaerys argument. You take a deep breath and step away from jacaerys, “They shall believe me, i am family.”

You look at jacaerys who has begun biting on one of his nails with a far away look. You grab both his hands and lace them with yours. “you must realize i am not asking for your permission.” he sighs and rests his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. “You must not leave me.” You can feel his heartbeat in the palm on his hand, beating erratically against his skin. He is afraid. Of not only you not returning back to him because you were forced to stay in the keep but because he is afraid you will not returned because you will be slayed.

“i will return to you i promise.” He is silent for awhile, thinking it over before he nods and takes a step away from you without a word. You turn your attention back to everyone else in the room trying your best to suppress your embarrassment as they give you sly looks.

“I do however agree with my son i worry for your safety should you return to the keep, they are not kind people.”

“I thank you for your worries my queen but unlike the rest of you they consider me their own flesh and blood. the worst that would happen to me is a few bumps and scratches i swear this. As i had been saying it is best if i were to return as soon as possible as i was even supposed to return last night. I am surprised they have not sent anyone to see me.” You know your mother must be worried sick and it leaves a pit your throat that you swallow down to your stomach. You cant think about those things right now.

As if on cue you hear a loud dragon roar from out side and you whip your head around to look out the window. “Vhagar.” “Aemond.” Jacaerys spits out next to you his face angry.

“I should go speak with him.” “I shall come with you.” “absolutely not. I will not have him harm you jacaerys. You remember what he did to you Jace.” You hand running lightly across the cheek where he had been struck.

“I shall go.” “I'm sorry prince daemon but i fear you are the worst option.”

You instead turn to the most familiar face in the room, “ser erryk will you accompany me?” As he was your sworn protector before he had left he nods, “Of course princess.”

A few more exchanges are spent between you and the others in the room, exchanging a kiss with jacaerys before you exit erryk quickly following behind you. Rhaenyra walks over to jacaerys and places her hand on his shoulder. “She will be fine sweetheart. You should not worry.” She rubs his back as he runs his hands down his face. “I hope you are right my queen.” She pinches his back lightly and smiles at him. “You love her.”

“More than anything.”

The grip you have on the fabric in your hand is tight as you quickly make your way down the bridge while aemond gets off vhagar. “Sister I am shocked to see you unharmed.”

“Aemond.” He stares at you with a curious look in his eye. “I had told mother the storm must have kept you held up but she was insistent i come and see you myself. She’s been worried sick.”

“extend my apologies too her.” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down. Once you two lock eyes and you stare at him not saying a single word. He seems to catch what you are saying and scoffs. “You are a fool.”

You shake your head at him, “They would not want me home anyway. For i have been tarnished and tainted by one you claim to be a bastard.” He freezes and you catch it even if its for a split second. His eye twitches. He says nothing just stares at you for a long moment. “I thought you were better than this. That you would get over whatever fascination you had with him. But it seems i was wrong.”

“extend my well wishes to sister and mother.” You toss your green dress towards him and he catches it. eyeing it before he looks back up at you. “I should kill you where you stand.” He makes no move to make good on his word, you doubt he fears ser erryk taking a step closer with his hand on his sword. “You do not wish to kill me brother. For there is no worse fate than being a Kinslayer.” Without even sparing another glance at you he climbs on vhagars back and flies off. You do not move from where you stand until he leaves you sight in the sky. a bittersweet feeling filling you stomach knowing it was the last time you would probably see him.

You do not notice you are even crying until ser erryk is crouched in front of you using his cape to wipe your face. “It is for the best princess.” “was it hard to leave your brother ser erryk?” he pauses for a moment, deep in thought before he nods. “It was. but i know it was for the best. You should feel the same.”

You rush back inside and are quickly greeted by jacaerys who was pacing anxiously by the doors his nail in his mouth but he quickly springs into action wrapping his arms around you tightly. burying his head in your neck as he lets out a sigh of relief. “do not worry my love. nothing will separate us.” and it is the truth. for not only a few hours later you two share a blood kiss, bounding the two of your souls together at last.

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darushi-chan · 1 year

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Im alive, lol. Inuyasha AU for Lucemond just because. Ok, I’m in way to many fandoms for my own sake, but meh. For the ones who don’t know, Inuyasha its a japanese anime, the simple plot, they are in feudal japan, and the’re are demons or youkai, in the original anime the male lead (Inuyasha) its a half dog demon or hanyo, his mother its a human and his dad its a famous demon (Or Inuyokai/Dog demon), in this case Lucerys its Inuyasha, Rhaenyra its his youkai mom and Ser Harwin its his human dad. Inuyasha also has a half brother how’s a youkai, a very proud and asshole dude, but also super handsome, lol, at some point in the story Inuyasha cuts his arm with his sword, and it doesnt grow back (for the ones who know lets leave it at that) so if Luke takes Aemond eye here of course its not coming back, canon you’all. Inuyasha its like a very nostalgic anime from my childhood, I love it. I dont really ship Inuyasha with his brother, but Sesshomaru its to much like Aemond some times for me to ignore it, obssesed with his pure blood, his lineage and with power, also with pantene long white hair, do I need more? He also hates hanyo to the bone, specially his half brother, how can I not put my fated feud here? Lol. I like to think that the Targs are this very powerful and old Dragon Youkai family, Rhaenyra being well, Rhaenyra, doesn’t give a shit and goes and falls in love with Human Harwin and has all of her 3 hanyo children and has the time of her live with them until Harwin dies, because well, he’s a human and humans die, specially in feudal japan times lol. You can’t really hide being a hanyo because other youkais and hanyos can smell it, so no Laenor papa sadly, but hey, they are happy, the Targs, specially Aemond, can bitch about their pure blood all they want. Because anime magic and so on, Youkai and Hanyo don’t age like humans and they also have a bunch of other cool things, like weird magical swords and powers. Luke its not that good with swords so he uses a bow and arrows (Inspiration from Ñuhon its that you?), Aemond of course has a sword. Luke should have something more dragon like to show he’s a half dragon hanyo, but I really wanted to give him Inuyasha cute little dog ears for this drawing, we can also think they’re doing cosplay hahahahahhaa. Fated feud forevah, Aemond its a snobby Oh no my pure youkai blood you damn hanyo ruin everything bla bla bla, and Lucerys always end’s up figthing with him for it, thats how you end up lossing eyes you’all. That’s also a very good way of ending obssesed with your hanyo nephew, hehe.

#Lucemond #lucemond Inuyasha AU #just because #originally Inuyasha clothes are red #but I really wanted to make Luke's blue hehe #Sesshomaru's clothes are white with yellow-violet-red decorations #but of course I made Aemonds green-black-red #OMG Sesshomaru has a green two headed dragon called A-Un #Now thats Vhagar you'all

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simpingland · 9 months

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The rumors// Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader.

Requ: May I request a piece with Aemond x Blackwood!Reader? Was thinking that the oldest daughter of the Blackwoods gets betrothed to Aemond in order for the Greens to gain their support, Aemond is not ecstatic about it but he finds that lady Blackwood is fascinating person, very intelligent and very much..like him.So of course he slowly falls for her and in spite of her cold/sarcastic demeanour she truly sees Aemond for who he is and falls for him at first glance (but of course he doesn't have to know that:).

Summary: Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

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Your father had quickly changed his colors as soon as the largest dragon in existence landed on the mountain closest to his castle. Of course, Aemond showed no threat; he knew he had to get an army that was willing to defend Aegon, not hate him. So he passively aggressively asked for the army of Lord Samwell Blackwood, who ruled a considerable part of the Riverlands, in exchange for something else. And of course, the lord had you, a daughter of appropriate age, hard to marry and smart enough to know how to grow the Blackwood power at court. So he asked for a marriage. You could see the Prince let out a sigh from your hiding place, but he agreed. It was a conscious decision that you found yourself "indisposed" in the days leading up to your wedding. In these, you spent your time wandering the corridors in the shadows, following the Prince at a distance and meeting the women with reliable sources who told you what Aemond Targaryen was like. Best of all, you knew he knew nothing of you. That was an advantage.

The wedding was rushed, held in your own home, making it clear to the Tullys and Bracken that their support for Aegon was expected. If they did not support your House, you were likely to be the victim of a mysterious death, and the Brackens would be happy with the news, but the Tullys would not. You were dressed in red, the black was entirely removed from your dress, and your jewels and veil silvered. Under the veil you could see him watching you with that blue eye, and when he withdrew it, you could see an indecipherable change in his face. Whether he was happy or not didn't matter to you, because he was surprised, and that was interesting. You exchanged vows, touching his hand for the first time, as cold as you expected, and he could hear your voice. He only looked away when you looked at him, but the rest of the time you were sure he was following you. He kissed your hand courteously at the end of the ceremony.

"Does your wine not please you, my lady?" His voice surprised you, his gaze resting on your glass, still full.

"It pleases me as much as it surely pleases you, my Prince," you replied. He hadn't had a drop either.

"I'm tryingto keep a clear mind."

"Some men drink their fill precisely to clear their heads. Besides, you shouldn't be nervous, I'll tell you which hole is the right one."

The sly grin that appeared on your face made him clench his jaw in frustration. Perhaps, a dragon rider, such a fearful prince, would react with fists and shouts at the taunt. But Aemond decided to pick up his goblet and take a good swallow.

"It's going to be a long night, I'm afraid," he said it as a kind of threat, but to you it sounded as if it was more of a nightmare.

And he stared at his failure to scare you, as you continued to eat with glee.

The bedding was not public thanks to your father, but you did spend the night with Aemond. He was reluctant to undress, so neither did you. He sat in front of the fire in your room while you watched Vhagar from your balcony.

"Are you going to force me to ride on the dragon to King's Landing?" You asked without turning around.

"If you prefer, go on horseback. But by the time you reach the castle I will have marched off to war." He sounded serious.

"It doesn't sound as bad as you think it does."

You heard him rise from the chair, and then you were a little afraid. He walked quickly towards you, placing his face inches from yours, his hands grasping and squeezing your arms.

"Then you will enjoy an extremely lonely time, my dear. No one will know who you are and neither they would want to find out. And if I die in battle, with no heirs, no one will ever care for you. They'll send you back here and you'll become old and a burden. And if we lose the war, there will be no one to protect you." His soft voice spoke calmly despite the venom they gave off.

"I never said I didn't want to ride in Vhagar, my Prince." Your reassurance surprised him, as did your hands resting on his chest gently. "I'd rather ride and stay there with you...I'm sure it's much more fun."

And without further ado, you turned away and set about sleeping, or pretending to. Aemond never got to lie in bed with you. But soon he would, you needed time. The flight to King's Landing was quick, in silence and quite impressive. Clinging more to the chair than to Aemond, you didn't tell him how impressed you were with the sensation. He didn't want to ask you any questions, but looked at you in search for something to make him feel satisfied, but it was hard to impress you. When you landed, he helped you off the beast and you decided not to let go of his hand. And so the Dowager Queen Alicent saw you.

"Did you enjoy your flight?" she asked politely.

"The truth is, yes. Now I understand why children are willing to lose precious things in exchange for flying with them..." they both looked at you quizzically. Of course, the source of the loss of Aemond's eye was just a rumour, a rumour you had heard. You smiled, noting the tension in both of them. "Like little Ronnel Arryn when Visenya asked him to surrender."

Your explanation was enough for Alicent, but Aemond could tell it was a trick answer, that you had someone else in mind. And when you reached your chambers, the one you would share for the rest of your lives, Aemond did not hesitate to corner you against the wall in one of his graceful moves. His hands rested on your cheeks, squeezing hard enough to keep you quiet and your gaze locked with his.

"I don't know what's going through your mind, but I don't like a single tone in your voice." His voice was laden with anger, anger at not knowing. "You think by smiling at the end of every sentence people forget how irritating you are."

"You barely know me..." you tried to say with his fingers so tightly pressed to your face. "But I'm glad to see I was right to bet that I was going to have a good time with you."

"I'm not a buffoon." His face was so close to yours that you had to turn your own away.

"I know better, my Prince. With that hair and that dragon there is no doubt about it. It must bother you that there are people in the kingdom who don't see Jacaerys and Lucerys for what they really are...mustn't it?"

His hand loosened slightly, and Aemond seemed to calm down. He waited for you to draw another smirk again, watching your lips slowly. But that smile did not come, for you knew you had hit the nail on the head. Your bad luck was that Aemond was almost as smart as you, and only trusted you for those brief seconds. Then he squeezed your face again before releasing it abruptly.

Even though Aemond was constantly wandering, Helaena was the best company. She was the one who explained to you everything that was really going on in that castle, even though it was hard to understand her. Her words were never clear, and she got lost in the middle of conversations. What reassured you most was that Aemond was a tender brother, caring for the children Aegon had neglected from the beginning. And if Aemond was patient with a girl like Helaena, it indicated that there must be something good in the prince everyone feared. Now all that remained was to keep him more than a few minutes at your side.

Then came the opportunity to visit Oldtown, to meet Daeron and make sure that the Hightower would support the Greens and how good that support was. On this dragon ride, you decided to put your hands on his waist, consciously moving them all over his abdomen, trying to unnerve him. And at your attempts, Aemond commanded Vhagar to fly in a brute and exaggerated way. A bad idea, for although she managed to scare you, the dragon was very old and hurt herself, brushing against the mountains as you passed Horn Hill. Had they been higher, you would have been killed, but Aemond controlled the situation before it got worse, and the fall only resulted in a rough landing in the mountains.

"Why did you do that?" you shouted as soon as you saw that Aemond was still alive, a few metres away. He was able to get up and approach you, putting on the patch before you could see him without it. "We could have died!"

"You were the one triying to to piss me off!" You were still lying on the ground, your leg felt sore, and you didn't want to move it.

"Is that why you asked Vhagar to shake himself in the air?" You were indignant, somewhat flattered, but mostly indignant.

"You were trying to distract me!" he justified himself, looking down at you from above.

"You should have told me to stop!"

"And would you have stopped?"

He watched as you fell silent. Obviously you wouldn't have, you would have ended up finding some other way to irritate him. Then Aemond offered you a hand to help you up, and you took it. But a pain in your leg made you grunt and fall back down. It was sharp, but not exaggerated. Aemond bent down to check your wound, and without any embarrassment, lifted your skirt.

"Wow, you can do that and I can't hold on to your chest?" Even in pain, you still laughed at him. And Aemond's gaze commanded you to shut up.

His hands gently touched your knee, and the pain returned. You saw Aemond quickly pull his hands away and cover you again.

"Good thing it's not broken," he said, standing up again.

"What a joy... Now you're just going to leave me lying here?"

With another deep sigh of his own, he lifted you up without difficulty, careful not to move your knee too much. And it took you a while to mount Vhagar again.

This time you would not be behind, but in front of Aemond, both legs to one side, and Aemond's arms as a barrier. He placed your hands firmly on the collar of his coat and your legs wrapped as tightly as possible around his. Your face was basically buried in his neck and his scent clouded any other scent.

"Don't move" he whispered in your ear. And you didn't, also, you didn't wanted to. The rest of the flight was quiet and pleasant, and you could watch Aemond's face as much as you wished to. The arrival in Oldtown was rushed to say the least, Aemond wanted to leave you with the Maesters while he met with the more important lords.

"But I want to be present," you demanded, still in his arms.

"Your leg must be checked," he justified.

"I want to know everything, I refuse to have made this journey to stay locked up in my room.

"You simply can't."

He spoke to you as if you were stupid, but when you grabbed his coat tightly, you surprised him with your change of tone.

"Take me with you right now, Aemond, or I swear you will lose the support of the Rivelands with one word from me."

He could barely attend to the meeting, seeing you sitting with dignity in the chair, attentive to the words of the lords and maesters, and disguising the pain in your leg. He felt rather guilty, for besides, Aemond had gained nothing, for you continued to impress everyone who came across you. You knew by heart all the information you had received, you knew what your father was planning, and what Otto was planning. You looked like the Princess, not Aemond. And when the meeting was over, he saw you stand up with a grimace, and ran to hold you, letting you lean your full weight on him slyly.

"Now you're really going to see a Maester, wife."

"About time, this is all your fault."

He was going to argue, but as he turned he saw that smile again. Something in him melted and he knew he had to surrender to you, for he was losing that futile battle.

In the room, with your knee smeared with a medicated cream and covered with care, Aemond saw you reposition yourself on the bed, now comfortable.

"I didn't know you liked politics," Aemond said, watching you from across the room.

"I don't. But I want to survive."

"You don't trust us to win this war?"

"I trust nothing, ever. You have to be prepared for anything."

"I agree," he moved closer to the bed. He brushed your sore knee gently. "Does that mean you'll never trust me?"

"For starters, you tried to shake me off your dragon."

Aemond's gaze softened, moving his hand away from your knee but sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry. You made me nervous."

"And to continue," you interrupted him, "you won't let me get to know you. And I remind you that you are now my husband."

"I've never met a woman who wants to be so involved with her husband's affairs." He smiled slightly, wryly.

"That's because you don't know many women...as the rumours say."

"The rumours?" you nodded. "Do you listen to the rumours?"

"No, I just listen and wait. You'd be surprised how many times I've seen them confirmed. Just now was one of them."

"You think I haven't been with a lot of women?" Aemond slowly bent down to close the distance, and his breath circled over your face. You had to hide your nervousness, for he didn't seem angry this time.

"You don't like my touch... But I assumed it was because I am little more than a stranger to you. I do not think you a virgin, but I know you have loved few women. If you ever have..." His weight began to fall on top of you, covering you with his body.

"And what else do the rumours say?"

"That your eye is replaced with a diamond. Though I've also heard that it's empty dark, and that's why you cover it."

His lips landed on your neck, where he left you a soft kiss.

"And what do you think I'm wearing?" His voice sounded husky and you felt its vibration.

"I've seen your books, many of history, and many of gemstones, an incredible boring reading... But not to look like a diamond man." You turned your face to him, forcing him to look at you, and saw his blue eye with the pupil dilated, glittering. "It's a stone, but not a diamond."

"And what stone do you think it is, wife?"

"I don't know. I've been thinking more about other things. And I have little interest in what's behind a patch. You covered your eye for a reason and I will respect that."

He seemed surprised, your tone was, for the first time, serious and cutting. And he liked that better than he expected.

"Everything I've heard about you is that you were a hard woman to marry."

"That's because no one delivered what I asked for. I have not been so obedient to my father's orders when offering my hand to a random lord."

"And what is it you ask, my lady?"

"I am no longer a lady."

"True, my princess." He couldn't help but smile when he saw the pride appear on your face.

"What I ask, my prince...is that my marriage will bring change to House Blackwood. It is because of us that The Riverland is so powerful. And the Tullys and Brackens get all the credit. We were kings once. And we can be kings again. Just one dragon can be incredible powerfull."

Aemond stroked your hair, then your lips with his thumb. You let your husband touch you tenderly for the first time. You caressed that face too, and Aemond kissed your fingers.

"I find it hard to believe that my wife seems tailor-made for me," he said at last. "We may die as Princes, but I swear to you our children will be kings."

"But that requires some irritating and distracting...Touches."

"I will have to make the sacrifice then of-" Aemond tried to joke, but you cut him off, kissing him at last on those lips.

They were warmer than you had expected, perhaps, in the comfort of the bed, with the lust stirring and the fantasy of creating a family, Aemond's body had been comforted by the feel of yours so close. And he fell surrendered in your arms, eagerly receiving and sharing that kiss that ended in something much bigger. That day, without rumours, without theories, you got to know Aemond completely, as a prince, as a husband, as a lover, as a man. He was all your, as you were all his, maybe, and just maybe, because he trusted you as much as you trusted him.

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sapphire-writes · 7 months

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Chapter 1: Welcome Home

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summary ~ Hired by the elusive Aemond Targaryen, you arrive at Harrenhal House to care for his niece and nephew. Things go bump in the night.

warnings below the cut for your convenience

warnings ~ spooky ghostly stuff, angst, mentions of death, loss of a child, blood, wound care

note: and so begins our spooky adventure! I hope you enjoy it!

banner made by the ever lovely @ewanmitchellcrumbs, ilysm ange!

Harrenhal stands on the edge of our world atop lush, green hills. The God’s Eye Lake is the biggest in the country, more like the sea than any landbound body of water you’d ever seen before.

As the Uber driver creeps along the bend of the God’s Eye, the old manor begins to come into view. A thick layer of fog seems to cling to the bricks; gray tendrils creeping onto the driveway and spilling onto the lawn.

“Are you a long way from home?” your driver asks, meeting your eyes in the rearview as he attempts to strike up polite conversation. You assume it’s because of the rather rough start you got off with him.

“Harrenhal House?” he had asked, face red, eyes wide, “That place is cursed.”

Not exactly the warm welcome you had wished for when you arrived in the Riverlands. Not exactly the impression Aemond Targaryen had given in his email when he offered you the job. The interview had been completed over the phone. His voice was cold, words clipped as though he wanted to find someone qualified and quickly to care for his niece and nephew.

The car pulls up to Harrenhal, tires crunching against the gravel of the driveway. The iron gates were open as you’d driven up, expecting your arrival. Hedges and statues covered with moss decorate the path toward the main house. The car slowly creeps closer. Your driver clutches the wheel as though the house means to swallow him whole.

Harrenahal stands out like a stain against the clear blue sky. It is an enormous manor, with shutters, and brick the color of pitch. The terrifying eyesore of the Riverlands. Crows have made their nests in several of the gables, their beady black eyes watching intently as the car comes to a halt.

A murder.

Of course, you’d done your research before accepting the position. Both on the home and on your host.

Harrenhal had a grizzly history. Your driver wasn’t wrong when he called it a cursed place. But the dead didn’t scare you. You had ghosts of your own.

Aemond Targaryen was a different story. Second son of Viserys Targaryen, whose recent passing was still hot news in the corporate world. Not that you paid close attention, but you’d heard there still had been no decision on the naming of the new CEO of Fire & Blood Co.

The death of the patriarch seemed to trigger a chain reaction of devastating events. If Harrenhal was cursed, so was the Targaryen family tree. Wherever the silver-haired blue bloods go, tragedy seems to follow.

The death of little Jaehaerys is the most tragic of all.

You’d yet to see a child-sized coffin and desperately hoped you never would.

They’d whisked Helaena Targaryen away from the boisterous streets of King’s Landing rather quickly after the funeral of her first son. After her accident.

You didn’t know what had happened, it was omitted from the press. Even the tabloids had only guesses. You doubt there are many limitations to actions caused by a mother’s grief.

Jaehaerys left two siblings behind; a twin sister and an infant brother still too young to toddle. Aemond Targaryen was hardly ready to be a father. You’d researched him as well and read about his ascent up the corporate ladder.

The boost of nepotism couldn’t have hurt, but from what you could tell, as you hunched over your laptop in the darkness of your hotel room, Aemond Targaryen had worked hard for his success. A tragic accident when he was a child left him blind in his left eye, leaving it cloudy and sightless, though nothing more was disclosed online about the incident.

There were other Targaryen siblings; an elder sister from a first marriage, a party boy, and another brother backpacking through the eastern continent. You flipped through countless articles and stalked the Instagram pages of the elusive family.

However, Aemond Targaryen did not have social media.

What he did have, was a marriage announcement, followed soon after by an obituary.

A handsome young widower. Not even thirty.

The deceased wife was much older. You’d browsed through Google images while slurping cold pad Thai, though there were hardly any pictures of them as a couple. Aemond seemed to avoid the press at every chance.

There weren’t many photos of him; just candid shots here and there—a dark suit, a flash of silver hair. You had shut your laptop after that, feeling suddenly self-conscious, as though Aemond would know you’d read about him the first time he laid eyes on you.

Your Uber driver helps deposit your bags onto the gravel, shutting the trunk with a grunt. He turns to you, eying the manor nervously, as though it's a living thing waiting to open its jaws and devour you.

“You be careful, love,” he tells you, nodding towards the house.

“I’m tougher than I look,” you assure, awarding him a wry smile.

The smile he offers in return is more of a grimace, and he is quick to return to the safety of his vehicle. You grab your carry-on and the handle of your suitcase, gazing up at the manor. A crow caws, alerting the others to your arrival.

A group of crows is called a murder.

You walk up to the doors, knocking once, twice. There is no answer. Turning the handle, you stepped into the grand foyer. A large staircase is the first thing you see, though you’re distracted by the man walking down the steps at a leisurely pace.

Aemond Targaryen is more intimidating than the candid photos you’d hungrily browsed. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. His long, silver hair is braided into a bun resting at the nape of his neck, a few tendrils ghosting around his face. Pouty lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and a beautiful straight, pointed nose.

You’d always had a thing for noses.

Seven hells. Stop that. This guy is your boss, your employer.

His eyes. One blue, the other milky and lifeless. The gash of a faded scar running up the side of his face only served to make me more handsome.

He greets you with the title of Miss, the gentle timbre of his voice floating down to you. It’s so formal, as though you’ve walked through a portal into a Jane Austin novel. He doesn’t smile, just watches you, sizing you up.

Fucking hell, he’s even more handsome in person.

The man could be a model if business doesn’t work out for him.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you watch him descend the steps. With his hands in his pockets, and white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows, he oozes an air of cold confidence as his eyes trace over you. He doesn’t offer a hand to shake, despite his formality. Even when he removes his hands from his pockets, letting one drag slowly down the railing.

“You didn’t arrive with any other baggage?” Aemond quips, the fingers of his left hand uncurling from a clenched fist.

You blink, before glancing at your suitcase, at the carry-on bag beside it, “No…?”

Aemond hums to himself, lips pressed firmly together. His face gives nothing away, an emotionless mask of disinterest.

“No estranged boyfriend who’ll be coming looking for you?” he asks pointedly.

Your cheeks warm at his statement. You should have guessed he’d be direct. He didn’t ask you in the interview about a partner; just made sure you were able to commit to the position for at least six months.

“No,” you tell him, “No boyfriend.”

His eyes, both the blue and the milky sightless, hold your gaze intently before he nods.

“Follow me then.”

Aemond gives you a tour of the house, showing you all the rooms you’ll have access to. Mysteries are hidden behind closed doors that Aemond doesn’t acknowledge, including a closed door decorated with paintings of vines and flowers. He omits the majority of the west wing of the house which includes the location of his study.

A man has his secrets, you suppose.

What he does show you is the kitchen, along with the nursery and the library. Despite the age of the house, the kitchen is large and modern, with cabinets painted a deep forest green beside stainless steel appliances. A gas stove houses a tea kettle, ready and waiting.

He shows you to your room last; on the eastern side of the house close to the nursery. You follow him down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the silence. Aemond has not attempted small talk throughout the tour of the house.

Aemond has stayed silent unless he is informing where he is taking you next, his hands clasped behind his back. It almost looks uncomfortable, the way he holds himself upright, his spine straight as an arrow.

“Your sister lives here as well, right?” you ask absentmindedly looking at the tapestries that decorate the hall.

Aemond stops in front of a door, turning back to you. Those cold eyes stoke a fire within you, setting you ablaze with each glance. He is silent for a moment before he opens the door.

“This is your room,” he continues, ignoring your question, “There are extra sheets in the lower drawers, and on Sundays, the housekeeper comes to strip the beds and tend to the rest of the house.”

He opens the bottom drawers of the large oak dresser. A large mirror rests on top of it accompanied by a dark jewelry box. The dresser matches the rest of the furniture in the room; all dark stained wood as though each piece was dunked in ink. A large four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room, the green comforter is warm and inviting. You can see God’s Eye from the large arched window; the water sparkles with the afternoon light cascading across the surface like diamonds.

“I hope you’ll find it satisfactory,” Aemond says.

You turn to face him, standing in front of the window letting the warmth of the sun on your face.

“It’s more than satisfactory,” you tell him, “Straight out of a Shirley Jackson novel.”

Aemond shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, seemingly perturbed by your praise. He purses his lips, glancing at the carpeted floor. You swear he’s smirking slightly.

“A backhanded compliment.”

“It’s not meant to be,” you assure him, your face warming with embarrassment.

“Yes well,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let's hope that’s how the buyers feel as well.”

“I didn’t realize you meant to sell,” you tell him.

“It’s ours for now, but I mean to relocate to Summerhal,” he comments, “This house isn’t held long.”

That’s all he says on the matter. You don’t ask him to elaborate. You doubt he would anyway, he seems keen to ignore your curiosity. Aemond leads you down the stairs once more and out through the kitchen onto a stone patio. The view of God’s Eye is spectacular, it’s close enough to stand at the edge if only you run down the hill.

A garden disrupts the spacious greenery and you walk beside Aemond, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

“She’s here, she’s here!” a small voice calls, followed by a young girl bursting through the doors and out onto the patio.

“Jaehaera!” a woman calls, chasing after the young girl.

She races down the steps to where you stand with Aemond in the gardens. Cheeks rosy, smiling brightly, Jaehaera Targareyn boldly walks up in front of you. Her blue eyes are wide and she holds out a fist full of daisies.

“I’ve picked these for you,” she declares and you kneel to meet her height, “Talya said I needed to wait.”

You take the flowers from her, pressing them against your nose and inhaling their sweet scent. You’ve always loved daisies.

“Which you did not,” Tayla says, catching her breath as she arrives, “I’m sorry sir she didn’t-”

“It’s fine,” Aemond quips, arms tucked behind his back, “They needed to meet anyway.”

“It’s nice to meet you Jaehaera. I love your dress,” you tell her, and she twirls letting her baby-blue skirt billow around her.

“You’re much prettier than Kepus told me,” Jaehaera says, eyes drinking in every inch of your face.

“I told you I hadn’t any idea what she looked like,” Aemond gently corrects.

You smile, chest feeling warm at her kindness. You tell her your name and her nose crinkles.

“I’m going to call you Miss Gevie,” Jaehaera declares softly, “Because of how perfectly lovely you are.”

“Someone’s been practicing their High Valyrian,” Aemond remarks, “Have you had your lessons today?”

Jaehaera sighs, a very small sound, “Kessa kepus.”

“Syz riña,” Aemond says, a small smile appearing on his face before glancing at you, “You’ll have to meet Maelor as well.”

“Though he’s rather boring,” Jaehaera interrupts, “He only sleeps. I told muña I wanted a sister. I already have a brother.”

Your stomach flips at her words and you glance at Aemond. His expression is stoic, though Talya pales beside him. She steps forward, kneeling next to Jaehaera, who is busy counting the petals of the daisies you now hold.

“Jaehaera,” she says, forcing a small smile.

“What?”

Tayla grimaces, placing a hand on her shoulder, “We’ve talked about-”

“I want to see muña,” Jaehaera interrupts, shaking off Talya’s comforting hand. She glances at Aemond for help, though he offers none.

“She’s resting now….”

“I want to see her!” Jaehaera insists, louder this time lower lip wobbling.

“Why don’t you say goodbye to Talya first,” Aemond says, “She’s been very kind accompanying you here.”

“You’re leaving?” you ask the woman.

“I’m needed elsewhere, this was a very temporary arrangement,” she tells you.

“She works for my mother,” Aemond clarifies, nostrils flaring slightly, “She was unable to make the journey here.”

You remember reading about Alicent Hightower. You don’t see any of his mother in Aemond’s features. Where Alicent is soft, Aemond is sharp; nose straight and long, chin prominent. The word lethal comes to mind.

Aemond has looks to kill.

You shake your head trying to clear your thoughts.

“Can I show you my room?” Jaehaera asks, smiling once more.

“I’d love that,” you tell her, letting her place her small hand in yours and lead you back towards the house.

You glance behind you, watching as Aemond and Talya converse before Harrenhal swallows you once more.

“Miss Gevie,” Jaehaera asks, tugging her comforter up to her chin, “Are you going to stay with us for a long time?”

You stop picking up some of her toys from the floor. You’d been playing with dolls since after dinner and had just settled down to read a story before bed. You smile, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I am,” you tell her, “Your uncle is working very hard and needs a little extra help.”

Jaehaera nods, taking in the words you speak. Her blue eyes watch you carefully, seeming wiser than her years.

“I like you,” she says softly, “Kepus likes you too. I can tell. He just doesn’t say so.”

You smile at her. Aemond was clearly softer in the presence of Jaehaera. He’d been more pleasant at dinner than when you’d first arrived. Helaena was absent from supper.

“You’re not going to leave? No matter what?”

You stroke some hair from her face, “I am not going anywhere, any time soon.”

Jaehaera scoots down, laying back against her pillow. You stand, pulling the covers up when something catches your eye. You reach under her pillow, removing a doll that was hidden there.

“Who’s this?” you ask, staring at the doll.

It’s barely a doll, more a stick of melted charred plastic, warped from the heat. You can see remnants of legs and arms, the path a flame must have licked up through the plastic; the hair burnt to the scalp. The face is unrecognizable.

Jaehaera reaches up, closing her small fingers around it.

“He stays here,” she tells you, “He likes to stay inside his castle.”

Geez. Creepy or what? You force a smile, letting her take the weird Barbie.

“Okay,” you tell her, “Goodnight Jaehaera.”

“Goodnight Miss Gevie,” she sing-songs.

“You know, you can just call me by my name,” you remind her.

“I like Miss Gevie better, it suits you,” she insists, yawning.

You find yourself yawning as well, and head to bed. The manor is quiet as you make your way to your room, tucking in for the night.

Sleeping in a new place can cause strange dreams.

A bloodcurdling scream tears through the halls of the sleepy manor, its icy tendrils ripping you from your dreams and back into your bed. You awake with a gasp, sucking in air as though you’d been held underwater, just breaking through the surface. Hand clutching your throat you sit up, hair sticking to the back of your neck from the layer of sweat that covers your body.

The house is quiet once more.

Breathing heavily you sit up in bed for a moment, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You rise on shaky legs moving towards the door, and the ancient doorknob groans in protest as you turn it.

The hallway is dark, moonlight shining through the window at the end painting the floor with streaks of silver.

Maybe you were still dreaming.

But then, a low groan begins, the guttural sounds of a mourning mother’s wail. It washes over you like ice water and your stomach turns as the scream reaches its highest peak. Despite the alarm in your mind telling you to turn back into your room and hide under the covers, you race down the hallway towards the sound.

With each and every step toward the western wing, the screaming gets louder, broken up with deep sobs. You quicken your pace, bare feet padding against the carpet as you reach the source. The door you’d passed earlier, painted with flowers and twisting vines is open now, yellow light pouring into the hall from the lamp.

Aemond holds a girl in his arms--not a girl but a small woman; she’s frail, elbows poking against flesh like a starved baby bird, tears streaming down her ashy cheeks. Her silver hair is damp with perspiration, clinging to her face and neck as she clutches Aemond’s forearm. They’re in a heap together on the floor, Aemond’s arms tensed around her as he gently shushes her.

“Helaena…it's alright, it was just a dream,” he assures her, his voice softer and warmer than you’ve heard since meeting him.

He glances up at you, acknowledging your presence but saying nothing; his entire attention is on his sister.

“It’s never just a dream,” Helaena wails, nails digging into Aemond’s forearm, “Or maybe it is, maybe I’m asleep even now.”

A chill runs down your spine at Helaena’s words.

“Maybe I’ve been sleeping all along,” she continues, eyes glassy and her voice hoarse, “I could feel him, Aemond, it was so real.”

“I know,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I could feel him…in my arms….against my breast like when he was a baby…feeding, it was so real,” she says, her voice dropping into a whisper.

Helaena’s lips trembled, parted in a silent sob. The hand that does not anchor her to Aemond rests atop her breast, as though she can feel Jaehaerys against her chest even now.

“It’s alright dōna mandia,” Aemond murmurs, still stroking her hair. He rocks back and forth, starting a gentle pace to soothe her, “Go to the kitchen.” His voice is directed at you this time, your eyes meeting his. The tone he uses is still soft, and when you don’t move, he gestures toward the hall with a nod of his head.

“Do you hear him?” Helaena continues, “Running down the hall? Jaehaerys! Māzigon kesīr dōna valonqar!” (Come here, sweet boy).

“There’s no one there, Helaena,” Aemond soothes.

“I hear him,” she sobs, turning her face into Aemond’s chest, “Why can’t you hear him?”

Helaena’s sobs and questions are still ringing through your head as you leave the room, heading downstairs.

You make your way to the kitchen, standing in the dark, shocked for a moment before turning on the light. Helaena’s cries and pleas still echo in your mind as you fill the kettle left on the stove and turn on the gas burner. Searching through cabinets you find an array of handmade mugs, choosing a purple one with a twisted handle.

You rummage through some more drawers until you find some herbal tea, setting it beside the stove as you wait for the water to boil. You tap your fingers against the counter, a nervousness curling in your belly as you gaze out the window that leads to the backyard. You had known Helaena wasn’t well, but you didn’t realize just how serious it was.

You inhale a deep breath trying to steady yourself. It’s shaken you up quite a bit, hearing her agonized screams. Your hands tremble and you press your palms flat against the counter. A door slams from somewhere upstairs and you glance at the ceiling.

You look out the window once more, peering into the darkness. The God's Eye is just a still pool reflecting the light of the moon. A shadow moves behind you, reflecting in the glass and you gasp turning around.

“Seven hells!” you curse as Aemond walks into the kitchen, “You scared me.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just watches you for a moment, chest rising and falling with his breath. He must have also been asleep when Helaena’s terrors began as he’s clad in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, silver hair loosely braided down his back.

Ruby-red beads of blood blossom from the crescent-shaped marks on Aemond’s left forearm. You watch them swell into ruby marbles against his porcelain flesh before he grabs a rag on the counter, covering them.

“Are you alright?” you ask, as Aemond sits in a chair.

It’s almost like he doesn’t realize you’re talking to him; he takes a moment to process before he nods. You watch him as he stares at the table, tension rolling off his shoulders. The kettle begins to whistle and you quickly remove it from the stovetop, turning off the flames.

You pour your own mug before moving to the cabinet where you’d found it, retrieving a second. This one is green with gray streaks. Another handmade treasure, you’re sure.

You make Aemond a cup of tea, placing it in front of him before taking the seat next to him. His eye flickers toward the steaming cup. Though he hesitates for a moment, he wraps his long fingers against it, pulling it closer.

“It’s hot,” you tell him, as he lifts it to his lips.

“I don’t mind,” he murmurs. You’d likely burn your lip if you didn’t wait a few minutes. Aemond sighs contentedly, violet eye meeting yours.

“Thank you,” he says softly, “I should have told you…”

“It’s alright,” you assure him, “I figured she was grieving. You’d mentioned she’d been unwell.”

“The doctors say it's night terrors,” Aemond comments, taking another sip, “Due to the trauma she’s experienced.”

“That makes sense.”

“I’m meant to speak with her psychiatrist later this week,” he says, “She’s begun a new medication to help her sleep. I don’t think it’s been doing her any good.”

“Sometimes those things take time,” you tell him, trying to ease some of his distress. He merely hums in response, as though he’s heard it all before. You glance at the rag on his forearm, biting on your lower lip before deciding to speak again. “Do you have a first aid kit?”

Aemond nods, bringing a hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Above the fridge,” he murmurs, not looking up.

Rising from your seat, you retrieve the small kit, and place it on the table in front of you. You reach out toward him, tentatively moving the rag from his forearm, revealing the crescent-shaped marks. They’ve begun to clot, and you fold the rag into a small square, placing it on the table beside you. You dig for a few bandaids settling for the smallest ones.

“She had nowhere else to go,” Aemond says, more to himself than to you as you place the bandages on his arm, “Jaerhara, and Maelor they need to be with family. There’s no one else. Nowhere else.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” you tell him, pulling your hands away. You reach for your mug, placing your hands around it and letting the warmth seep into you.

Aemond hums, not answering, though he seems unconvinced by your statement.

“I mean it,” you tell him, “I can see how much you care about them. And your sister.”

Aemond meets your eye once more, his gaze softening.

“She is the best person,” he tells you, his voice even and calm, “The best mother….the best sister.”

There’s pain hidden behind the words that he speaks; you can hear it coating his voice.

“She’s just in one of her hard times,” he assures you, “She goes through phases. Not..not wanting to see Maelor…it comes and goes.”

You reach for his hand. In the heat of the moment, you’re not sure what else to do. There are no more words of comfort to offer him. Your hand fits in his perfectly, resting on top of the table. His palm is warm, the skin surprisingly calloused. Your lips part, a soft gasp slipping free at the feeling of his hand in yours.

Eyes wide, you smile softly at him before squeezing comfort into his hand. Aemond doesn’t squeeze back, but he doesn’t pull his hand away either. You sit like that for several minutes, neither of you moving.

“Your tea will get cold,” Aemond eventually murmurs, breaking the silence.

Your hand slips out of his grasp, the sudden emptiness making you shiver. Clutching the mug, you bring it to your lips, sipping carefully.

It’s already cold.

How long have you been sitting here?

Aemond is watching you still, as you lower the mug. He stands then, taking both mugs to the sink.

“It’s late,” he comments, “We should get some sleep.”

You nod, standing. Aemond pushes into your chair, walking beside you back upstairs. He turns toward the western wing.

“You’re not going to sleep?” you ask, unable to help yourself.

“I am,” Aemond says, turning slightly, “I prefer to stay in my study.”

“Oh,” you comment, “Well ... .goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says before disappearing down the hallway.

You return to your room, lying underneath the covers trying to get warm when you come to a realization.

That was the first time Aemond had called you by your name.

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Let the Games Begin

Summary 📚 : Gwayne Hightower’s first born daughter was known as the viper. A manipulative, untamed little thing who has an insatiable hunger.

Aemond One-Eye did not like her betrothal with the handsome and charming Lord of Highgarden, especially amidst the Dance of the Dragons.

Not one bit.

Pairing 💌: Aemond Targaryen x !Hightower reader

Contains / warnings😈: kidnap, fluff, some degrading, smut, public

Theme song: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

And I don't want you to go I don't really wanna fight

'Cause nobody's gonna win, just thought you should know

And I'll never let you go 'cause I know this is a fight

That someday we're gonna win.

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When she opened her eyes, her entire body ached in soreness. Trying to lift her arms, a terrifying realization invaded her conscience, the exotically luxurious chamber decorated in Bravoosi silk definitely did not belong to Old Town, nor King’s Landing. Her breaths quickened as she closed her eyes once again, memories flooding back to her head.

Adorned in Hightower green, she had giggled foolishly, appreciating her fine figure in the mirror. Of course she was content. Which lady in all of Westeros wouldn’t be overjoyed to be betrothed to the handsome and charming Lord of Highgarden? Although the marriage was downright political, she had made sure Loras Tyrell had been utterly smitten by your stunning appearance and sinfully seductive nature.

Arching her back devilishly, she imagined ways to drive her betrothed into taking her in the most bestial ways. As moans and grins escaped her mouth, a large hand muffled her breath. It excited her as she had anticipated it had been her desperate husband-to-be who couldn’t wait until the wedding night, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of silver, she realized that she was fucked.

The next thing she knew, she were confined in this chamber.

The door cracked open.

Long silver hair, black leather suit.

Of course.

“You kidnapped me?!” She shrieked in rage, “In Bravoos? Are you out of your mind? You destroyed our alliance between House Tyrell!”

Aemond rolled his one eye and responded cooly, “Dear cousin, we both know you don’t give a shit about the alliance. You are just mad because you lost your chance of getting fucked by Loras Tyrell.”

A blood red flush crept on her face as she retorted, throwing an apple from the fruit plate on her bedside to the one-eyed prince, who dodged her attack with ease, “Aemond, you fucking cunt!” She whined, “I want my life back with Loras!”

Sevens save me. Why am I in love with such a childish and wanton woman?

Aemond approached, his hands gripped her wrists firmly in place as she continued to try to slap him, “Your marriage puts you into great danger. An Hightower-Tyrell alliance puts a target on your back from the Blacks.”

The insolent girl bit his hands while Aemond winced in pain, “As if it wasn’t my cunt of an uncle who pushed your wastrel brother on the throne! At least, I was going to get a good fuck before getting assassinated.”

“You’re right,” Aemond gritted his teeth as he reclaimed her wrists, pinning her on the bed this time with much more force, “All this bloodshed, betrayals, all for the insatiable greed of the few. I won’t take part in this anymore. I’ve fought for my family, hard, for a long time, but it’s time to think for myself. This isn’t my fight anymore,” he leaned closer, “And I refuse to let you be in pawn in this game. I freed you from a fight that wasn’t yours. You… You will be mine.”

Aemond’s lowered his guard as glimmers in her eyes and silence reigned in the room.

“Aemond, you’re hurting my wrists,” she whimpered softly, her innocent doe eyes blinking.

He sighed and released his grasp.

Slap.

A bright red mark imprinted on his ethereal Valyrian face.

“You fucking pervert, Aemond! I am your cousin! Your cousin,” she breathed in disgust and rage, “You will make me succumb to your Targaryen queer traditions over my dead body!”

Aemond covered his stinging cheek, humiliated and surprised, “Over your dead body? Hmm,” he captured her neck, his grip authoritative, commanding and frightening yet not causing true pain, “You are mine to touch, to possess, to own, to use,” his hot breath on her neck, “ I am the only man you will ever get to have. Your needy little cunt won’t last until the end of your days. When you beg me to take you, I will ruin you.”

He left the chamber.

Cries and sobs filled the chamber for weeks after that encounter. She cursed her insufferable cousin for forcibly taking her life away, to mock her desires and body in a such crude way. How dared he? She was the temptress, Gwayne Hightower’s precious little viper, the one who hypnotized preys in her web. How dared he talk of using her as if she was a plaything?

Aemond returned to her side countless times, trying to apologize and make amends, yet every time his attempts ended in his hand slapped away. He hated to see her cry, his little viper cracking in vulnerability.

All he wanted to do was tend to her in his arms, even risking poisonous bites from her fangs.

Days turned into weeks, the little viper was not broken. If she were ever going to be, it would be of boredom.

She observed everything around her to her imagination. Whenever Aemond and the maids were gone, she wrapped her body with the opulent crimson blanket and danced dramatically as if she were the goddess of beauty and seduction. Eventually, her attention drifted inevitably to her cousin captor. The way he avoided her gaze as she narrowed her eyes, his desperate yet reserved request for touching her hand, the way his silver lock cascaded down his sharply beautiful features as she slaps his hand away.

He amused her.

But amidst her boredom there was another dire situation.

Dissatisfaction.

Of course, she would rather torment herself in chastity than giving Aemond the satisfaction of offering herself.

But the viper always finds a solution.

One day, she blackmailed a maester that Aemond sent by threatening to accuse him of touching her into delivering a piece of literature.

Cautionary Tales of Unchaste Ladies Across the Seven Kingdoms Since Aegon’s Conquest.

Knelt on the stone ground, Lady Aryana gazed in fear at the two knights before her. One of them muscular and broad, another tall and slim. Yet amidst her fear, strange tingling sensation erupted in her stomach. The muscular knight bent down and whispered, “My lady, your lord husband fetched us to tend to your needs. He informed us that you prefer to be taken without mercy -”

“What in the Seven Hells is this?!”

The heat in her stomach dissipated the instant the book was snitched away from her hands.

“Give it back!” She protested, hands reaching desperately the forbidden text held high by her captor, “You sadistic prick!”

Aemond hummed, his eye glazing over the next lines of the scandalous story. He swallowed subtly and raised his brows toward the annoyed girl, “Sadistic? Should I take it as a compliment? Considering it comes from masochistic.”

“This is beyond inappropriate for a lady of your station,” Aemond scolded her.

Frozen for an instant, she gracefully settled on the bed and smirked, “A girl has needs. What? My prince?” She pouted, “Want to lend a hand?”

Aemond clenched his fists and seethed, “When you indulge in such sinful acts, you won’t be rewarded.”

She whined in feigned disappointment, pretending to settle in the quilt again.

Turning away to leave the chamber, Aemond’s heart skipped a beat as he felt a feather light kiss landing on his cheeks. Before he had the time to process the delightful peck, horror and rage took over as the delicate hands snitched away his eye patch, exposing his sapphire eye in all its beauty and vulnerability.

He growled in frustration and he chased after the giggling viper.

He gripped on her waist and restrained her on the bed steadfast.

She blinked at him playfully, “I am bored. It’s been a moon since I’ve been confined in this golden prison. I can’t find a better entertainment than tormenting my captor.”

As his boiling and intimidating presence radiated on her, she realized that she had pushed Aemond Targaryen onto his limits.

“Are you going to spank me?”

With a swift move, she was effortlessly flipped over and her white night gown pulled up, revealing her vulnerable flesh.

Aemond’s hand raised high. As it was about to land, he stopped.

The little viper was squirming and arching her back in need.

Aemond chuckled, “You say tormenting me is your form of entertainment, hmm?” He hovered her body and his lips brushing over her earlobe, “Consider that we have similar taste in entertainment, little viper. Your body is mine to pleasure, you should have known better than reading such obscenities.”

He brushed his fingers on her sensitive backside, inciting an arousing whimper from her lips, before leaving his captive in frustration.

She buried her head in the pillows for hours and shrieked in embarrassment and frustration after that encounter.

She was a viper, an untamed, wild and free creature, confined in a golden cage.

She hated the silver haired prick. Always looking so damn perfect. Always keeping his annoying ass proper facade when he literally betrayed his family, faked his death, broke an alliance, kidnapped her across the Narrow Sea to own her, claim her, break her.

How fucking dared he? What kind of decent man does that?

I will prove it that he is if not more, just as wicked as I am.

A few days later

“Release me, you stupid girl,” Aemond hissed, “you are strangling me to to death!”

She didn’t.

Aemond’s hands gripped on the arms tangled on his neck in annoyance, yet deep down, his body rejoiced the sensation of his viper ravelling his body.

“Not until you take me to the city! I am about to die of boredom, my dearest cousin,” she emphasized on the last two words, “My Prince,” she implored innocently, “Please please please!”

“Fine!” He finally declared, “But if you ever try to escape, you can forget about leaving his chamber ever again.”

“I promise I’ll behave!” She promised mischievously, her eyes twinkling with excitement, and galloped out of the oppressing chamber.

Aemond regarded her with a mix of amusement and suspicion. He was well aware of her manipulative nature and how she could use her charms to get what she wanted. Nevertheless, a small part of him couldn't resist her pleas, the way she looked up at him with those innocent eyes.

Wandering on the market of Bravoos for hours, Aemond’s hand never left the tilt of sword as he scrutinized the mass, assuring there were no Westerosi spies targeting him or his viper.

His unbearable cousin, on the other hand, had much less serious matters in her head. As they strolled through the vibrant streets, she maintained her facade of naivety, pretending to be oblivious to the effect her every move had on Aemond. She skipped along, her dress swaying with each step, seemingly unaware of the gazes of admiration and desire that followed her.

She would glance back at Aemond with wide, innocent eyes, feigning confusion. "Aemond, why are people staring at us? Do I have something on my face?"

Aemond clenched his jaw, well aware of her game. He fought to conceal his growing frustration as he responded through gritted teeth, "It's nothing. Just ignore them."

The Hightower viper rejoiced secretly at her captor’s terribly failure of hiding his annoyance.

As they passed by a fruit vendor, her eyes gleamed mischievously. She plucked a ripe, succulent peach from the display, bringing it to her lips and taking a slow, sensual bite. The sweet juice dripped down her chin as she looked at Aemond through half-lidded eye.

"Mmm, Aemond, this peach is absolutely delicious," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "Would you like a taste?" She extended the fruit towards him, her fingers glistening with its juices.

Aemond's resolve was hanging by a thread as he stared at the tantalizing sight before him. He wanted to seize the peach, to taste its sweetness and devour it along with her tempting offer.

No.

He wanted to do so much more.

He wanted to claim her lips, bite her, squeeze her, take her ruthlessly, make her scream like a common whore under broad daylight while the peasants of Bravoos watch with shock.

Clenching his fists, Aemond feigned a polite smile, “I’m good, little cousin.”

She rolled her eyes as she licked her lips intentionally.

Smitten by the desirous moment, Aemond’s eye widened in horror. She was nowhere to be found.

He searched every tent of the market at no avail.

A mixture of rage, fear and vulnerability stormed in his mind.

Did he really let her little display fool him, leading to her escape?

Or worse…

Spies from his family got their hold on her.

“Have you glimpsed a maiden? Barely of age, in a white dress, hauntingly beautiful?” Aemond demanded menacingly a mid-aged trader of Pentosi silk. The woman froze in fear as she recognized the symbolic silver hair: a Targaryen.

Aemond’s worry blazed eye was covered by darkness. The shock electrified his body and his first instinct had been to cut off the hands on his eye. Yet an instant later, the worry was replaced by fury.

“Did you think I escaped, My Prince?”

Aemond turned around, rage written all over his face.

The sight before him exacerbated his storm of emotions.

Her white gown for a proper Westerosi lady gone, replaced by an exotic and tempting Dornish robe, revealing her fruitful bosom, slender shoulders and alluring curves.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” She grinned as she swirled recklessly, displaying her beguiling thighs.

With that, she bolted like a mice being chased by a ferocious cat. Did she intend to escape? Absolutely not. Her alluring laughter like a siren’s call to the dragon prince.

As she reached a glim alley, she slowed down her pace and turned to face Aemond, approaching her like a predator ready to devour its prey.

He cupped her delicious breasts, barely covered by the provocative silk, roughly, eliciting a soft whine her soft lips, “Wooh, my prince…”

Aemond grabbed the back of her delicate neck and breathed on her neck, “Are you really that eager to get fucked, hmm? Little cousin?”

She tilted her head with her glimmering eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her tease almost childlike, yet her hands traced down his lean and muscular chest.

“Fuck,” he growled, his leather pants stretching at his growing bulge;

With a swift move, she wrapped her arms around him and muffled his shocked curses with her lips.

“You are annoyingly attractive, cousin,” she smirked.

Instead of responding or retorting, Aemond turned her around her pressed her on the wall in an almost brutal manner.

She smiled satisfactorily and taunted, “Perhaps I am eager to get… Hmm,” she mimicked him, “Perhaps you are just too eager to fuck me, Aemond.”

A animalistic growl followed by a low chuckle echoed from her behind, “You want me to take you in front of the gods, do you?”

She turned her head to face him, grinning, “You know me, cousin. I pray to myself, for myself. I am a goddess, and you are my willing servant.”

As her last words escaped her mouth, she shrieked at the pain and pleasure accompanied by the sudden intrusion.

She already got wet just by fucking teasing me. Such a - Aemond’s thought were cut off as the word “servant” entered into his ears.

He pushed into her luscious backside without any warning.

Soon, her gasps of pain tuned into screams of pleasure.

“How is that, little viper? Are you still a goddess now?” He demanded cruelly as he spanked her hard.

Little did he know in her ears, the sharp sound on his hand and her, the relentless pounding, her own moans and his occasional growls were a symphony driving her into Seven Heavens.

“Big cousin,” she emphasized on the word “big” and arched her back, “You are so good to me. Serve me harder.”

Aemond longed to ruin her, yet he knew she wanted to be ruined.

He increased his pace, his hands coming down on her again and again.

He whispered the most sinful and degrading things he could think off.

Everything exacerbated her excitement.

It both infuriated and satisfied him.

“Scream louder, my little viper, mine,” he warned, sensing her walls clenching, “Scream so loud that whole of Bravaoos can hear you,” he chuckled, “Or I deny your ecstasy.”

And scream his name she did.

Aemond’s peak followed soon after and spilled his seed in her.

Aemond panted in satisfaction and exhaustion as he smirked at the mess he created.

His heart tightened again as the beautiful mess closed the distance between them and melted in his embrace.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice unconsciously soft.

He didn’t want to be soft.

His beautiful mess shook her head and nestled in his chest.

“Let me take care of you,” he promised, lifting her off the ground and directed to their residence.

He placed her on the mattress carefully as if he was holding a delicate vase and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I wanted it to be special. I didn’t mean to take you so… recklessly, I am sorry.”

Aemond One-Eye had absolutely no fucking idea why he had said that.

The little viper grinned and pulled her captor onto the mattress and rolled on top of him, “Trust me, Aemond - My Captor - Big Cousin - Targaryen, you had me because I wanted you,” she murmured, “I wanted you to take me… recklessly.”

The prince failed to contain his chortle, “My viper, so untamed. Even when at the mercy of her captor.”

She leaned down and captured his thin lips, slighting biting, “I always choose what’s best for me, Aemond,” she locked her eyes with his and took off his eye patch, exposing his sapphire, “I choose to let myself to be loved.”

Aemond’s words were caught in his throat.

Did he love her?

Oh the fuck yes.

How did she know?

She always does.

“You think I am the best for you?” A twinge of the vulnerability cracked from the ruthless One-Eyed Prince.

“For now,” she answered, “But make no mistake,” she reminded him playfully, her hands travelling down to his most intimate parts, “I will drift away if you cease to be that way.”

Aemond watched her in fascination as she grinned, “This is why you love me, no? Selfish, untamed, unapologetic? So un-Hightower.”

In a dominant surge, he pinned her down again, his voice firm and unyielding, “You can drift away all you want, my viper,” he smiled deviously, “I will hunt you down to the end of the world.”

She winked in amusement, “I have no doubt, Aemond Targaryen,” she challenged, “But I also know you would do anything, absolutely anything to become the best for me again.”

“Hmm,” he travelled his hands between her thighs again, “Let the games begin, shall we?”

“We shall.”

Many hours later.

“You know, I’ve never imagined that I would lose my maidenhood bent over in a dark alley in Bravoos, let alone to you.”

“Oh please, the only person you lost your maidenhood to was your devious fingers.”

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little-spicy · 1 year

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Secret Ties

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Y/N Velaryon was the adopted child of Rhaenerys and Laenir. Taken in as a babe and was the daughter of house Velaryon and treated as one. Even though the blacks and greens have bad blood. Y/N and Aemond have always shared a secret love for one another. As war begins, the two decide to set their own fate and seal a promise made long ago.

WARNING: smut 🔥🔥( minors DNI!)

THE SUN BEGAN TO SET AS Y/N DESCENDED down from her dragon Meela. Her dragon calmed as Y/N came over and held her hand on her dragons cheek. Leaning into her and hugging the dragon closely.

"I thought you'd never come." The man said and caused Y/N to turn quickly and there she saw Aemond. She saw that he changed his appearance since the last time she saw him. His hair was now shorter, his eye patch covered his scarred eye, and the clothes he wore won't green or black, but red.

She looked as he wore a cloak, hiding the clothes underneath him and his identity.

"It's hard trying to get away from my mother, she's already sending my brothers to defend." Y/N said and went over to Aemond and hugged him tightly. "You know once we do this, there's no going back."

"I didn't plan on going back on my word." Aemond said and lifted Y/N chin to make her look at his one eye. "I don't care what happens next only to be there with you."

She felt her eyes tear up and she kissed him gently, feeling the warmth of his lips soothed her and calmed her nerves.

She knew it wasn't going to be easy but she was willing to risk it all for him.

Y/N was an orphaned baby, an old maid of Rhaenrys's had given birth to her and when the news of her death caused Rhaenrys to take action.

She convinced Laenor to take in the baby and they had decided to raise her and bring her up to house Velaryon. Of course, Alicent, Aemond's mother had resentment.

Alicent believed Y/N was a lucky brat, that even though she was treated as a princess of house Velaryon she would always be just a handmaiden like her birth mother.

And of course Aemond never believed it, he would listen to his mother about many things but Y/N was never a hand maiden to him.

She was there for him when his brother and nephews teased him. She would let him go on her dragon whenever he pleased and almost felt that it was their shared dragon.

They were close and though Alicent and Rhaenrys's distaste's for one another always grew, the love between Aemond and Y/N grew stronger.

The day Aemond lost his eye it changed everything, everything that happened that day made Y/N worry even more about the feud.

After everyone had cleared from the room and left Aemond with his blood face and stitches that now covered his lost eye, Y/N stayed and washed the blood with a warm rag.

He promised her and she promised him that they would both be each other's half.

They knew they would be together and no one could part them not even their mothers' hatred.

Once the king had died they knew they had to marry. Her mother was already willing to marry Y/N to the Lannister heir to gain alliance and Alicent was going to have Aemond marry Jocelyn Baratheon.

Y/N sent a letter to Aemond secretly and asked him to meet her across the waters and to their secret place hidden in the mountains.

She secretly grabbed a white gown Aemond bought her and told her mother she was going to see to her dragon.

And now they were standing with each other hand in hand and ready to go where they needed.

They walked for a few miles, feeling the wind through their hair and smelling the faint scent of grass and the hint of sage.

A man was there in a dressed attire, holding a book and waiting for the couple under a tree. Y/N gripped Aemon's hand and as they approached the man, the old man gently smiled.

"Have you brought what you needed?" The man asked and Aemond nodded and under his cloak had a small sack.

In the sack had a chalice and a blade, handing to the older man and he took them gently and looked at them both.

"Let us begin." He said. "May you take hands."

Aemond and Y/N stood in front of each other and held hands, both of them couldn't stop smiling and Y/N began to tear up as she dreamt of this for years.

"Before us we are standing in front of the gods as we bless this union." He said. "Of House Targaryen and House Velaryon, we wed you two to become one and to love each other and honor each other as you both shall live."

The old man took Aemond's hand first and sliced his hand letting his blood poor into the chalice, then doing it again with Y/N. He then added wine to mix it together and held it front of them.

"Drinking this will make you one, blood shared by each other and bringing blood together." He said and Aemond raised the drink to Y/N's lips and she drank it, looking up as Aemond watch intensely and smirking.

Y/N held the chalice up to his lips and did the same and smiled as he drank every drop.

The old man then grabbed a cloth and tying their hands together with their cut hand and sealed it.

"Kiss and you will be complete, the houses United and the black and green flames will desist." The old man told them.

The two of them kissed intensely, Y/N touching Aemond's cheek and Aemond sneaking his free arm around her waist and holding her close.

Once they parted, the man bowed to them in honor.

"Congratulations, Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N Targaryen." He said. "May you live in everlasting bliss."

The man took his leave and Aemond held Y/N close looking at the sea below from the high mountain.

"We are married, truly married." Y/N said happily and held his hand tight.

"There is one more thing we have to do." Aemond smirked and Y/N blushed and giggled as Aemond lifted her up in his arms. "I've waited years to ravish you, you've given me kisses and a harden cock but I'm not stopping tonight until you are completely asleep."

Her core tingled at the thought and kissed him hungrily as Aemond carried her.

"Aren't we going back to our dragons?" Y/N asked as she looked back and Aemond chuckled.

"I actually have a surprise for you my love." He said and walked up a stony path that they had walked a million times before.

He stopped abruptly and placed Y/N down gently. He took her hands and smiled down at her.

"Close your eyes my love." He said and Y/N looked at him suspiciously and caused him to laugh. "I promise it's a good surprise, trust me."

She smiled and closed her eyes and Aemond grabbed her hand and led her closer and closer until he stopped in front of a display and kissed her cheek.

"Open." He said and Y/N did as she was told and she couldn't believe what stood before her.

It was a tree that they had been to before, where they put their initials in. Near the tree had lanterns and fruit for them. A nice fur blanket on the grass and a pillow as well.

She looked in shock and amazement as Aemond waited for her to speak.

"I know this is where we spent-" Aemond was talking until the words were taken from his lips and Y/N kissed him passionately.

She touched his face and pulled away.

"Fuck me my love, ravish me." She said and for the first time Aemond had been left speechless. He's never heard her so bold.

"As you wish my princess." He said and lifted her up and carried her to the fur blanket and laid her down.

He began to take off her dress, ripping the corset to get to her body. He growled as she moaned, kisses he began to deliver across her neck and chest.

He pulled the top of her wedding dress down and looked at her breasts in all its glory. She blushed and tried to move her head but Aemond saw and touched her face.

"Don't close your eyes princess." He said and took one of her breasts in his mouth and began to suck and bite. Teasing her nipple and making her moan loudly and grip his hair.

Her core thumping violently and causing electricity to jolt throughout her entire body.

"Aemond." She cried out as she watched him switch from one to the other every so often.

She looked down at his crotch and could see his hardened member, begging for release.

"Let me help you m-my love." She said as she unzipped his trousers and as she did, her checks blushed as she looked at his large member.

The tip was red and leaking, she never had seen it. She of course had felt it through Aemond's pants. She always fantasized what it looked like and when she finally had seen it, she was scared and aroused.

She gently grabbed it and touched the precum that was leaking, lubing his hardened member as she moved her hand up and down.

"Yes, f-fuck." Aemond grunted as he decided to use his fingers to touch her folds.

They both shuddered in pleasure, both helping one another come undone. Feeling everything and feeling closer than they had ever been.

"Ae-Aemond, please." She whine and Aemond smirked and removed his hands, making her whimper.

Aemond then manhandled her and had her back on the ground, looking up to him with her does eyes filled with lust.

"What would like my wife? Hmm, what shall I do with you." He asked and she reached up to his cheek and placed her hand over his patch.

She could see the hesitation in his eyes, and leaned up to kiss his eyepatch.

"I want to see you, all of you." She said and Aemond, looked nervous, but Y/N placed her hand over his, and once he removed his eye patch, the beautiful sapphire looked down at her.

"I love you." She cried and that's all it took for Aemond to fully snap. To finally break and for his urges to fully take over.

He grabbed her face and at the same moment he kissed her, he decided to push his cock into her. She cried out but Aemond's kiss silenced her.

It felt as if the world stayed still, he stayed there to let her adjust and could already feel the break of her virgin walls.

"Can I move my love?" Aemond asked and she had a few tears building up, and only nodded. She exhaled as she felt him move. "Squeeze my arm love."

Y/N instantly squeezed his arm as he began to move and thrust in and out. He kissed her cheeks and whispered nothing but affections as she adjusted.

As the thrust began to become consistent, the pleasure began to rise and the pain went away. Her quiet cries turned into loud moans.

"Yes, oh gods, Aemond." Y/N moved her hands to his back, and scratched softly.

"That's it, you feel amazing love." Aemond said. "No one is meant to touch you but me, say it."

Aemond growled and used his fingers to rub her clit, that did it for Y/N as she felt her release come closer and closer.

"Only you are meant to touch me. Only you." She cried and Aemond started to lose control and fuck her relentlessly.

The sound of his skin slapping against her, her moans were louder than the crickets and frogs. All she did was beg and claw at his back to cum and he was willing to give his wife anything.

If she had asked to kill Aegon, he would do it. Nothing would stop him from this moment. He'd kill everyone in the world if it meant staying in her velvet walls.

"I-I'm going to-to-" Aemond kissed her and placed his forehead against hers.

"Yes, cum for me, cum for me my love." Aemond said and began to swear in Valayrian.

She cried out and her entire body fell onto the blanket as her legs began to shake, and her walls clamped around Aemond's shaft.

Aemond thrusted in her a few more times until he moaned out and felt his seed fill her. He smiled and thrusted one last time and fell down on top of her.

She squealed as she felt his weight and she laughed.

"You weigh a ton, as much as a dragon." She told him and thrusted in her and caused her to moan.

"What a mean thing to say to your husband." Aemond said and flipped them over so she was on top of him, and his softening dock began to harden again. She felt drowsy and Aemond laid her against his chest and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Sleep, sleep and dream only of us." He said and kissed her sweaty forehead. He grabbed some of the blanket to cover themselves and held her close.

"My princess." He said and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts only be consume of Y/N, his new bride.

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!! Ty for reading and I also wanted to add I'm doing commissions!!!! Just message me and I can show you some of my pieces or go to @ peytonmunson on insta! ✨✨

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Could you share some of your Lucemond fic recs?

I have a lot of lucemond recs, but the ones I like the most are these:

the beast you’ve made of me by MaidenMotherCrone. Probably my favorite hotd fic of all time. Lucerys is taken hostage by the greens in Storm’s End, and it all goes downhill from there. Incomplete, but has consistent updates. Currently it only has eleven chapters left. If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I always go crazy when this updates.

Hiding in plain sight by Unohanabbygirl. A bit dark, but not extremely so. It’s abo, Lucerys goes into heat and triggers Aemond’s rut. He is raped by Aemond in Storm’s End, and left for dead. He’s nursed back to health by strangers who don’t know who he is, while everyone else thinks he’s dead. Updated pretty consistently.

Forget me not by Unohanabbygirl. A modern reincarnation au. Everyone remembers their past life except Lucerys. Targaryen royalty, as well as important figures from the ASOIAF saga, are historical characters. It treats topics like sexual assault and drug abuse, as well as trauma in general. One of the best fics I’ve ever read. It’s incomplete, but updates are consistent.

The — heir of the tides; series by thehundrethpoet. It’s a canon divergence fic where Lucerys takes out his eye on Storm’s End. Series is incomplete, but the first two parts are done and the third one is about to be completed and updated consistently.

The Key To Your Heart by Avonne. A modern au about lucemond’s relationship. I don’t know how else to describe it without spoiling it, but I enjoyed it a lot. It’s completed, and a second part is currently being written.

Calendario de Adviento para una muerte asegurada by Aynnita. It’s written in Spanish (my first language). It’s also a modern au where the Targaryens are still royalty, and lucemond go to a boarding school in the North. Lucerys broke his engagement to Rhaena, and his parents want to know why. He tells them he has a partner, and promises to introduce them on Christmas Eve. Of course, both sides of the family are estranged. It’s incomplete but not abandoned, with only one chapter before it’s finished.

The gilded lilies series by corviids. After being believed to be dead, both Aemond and Lucerys return to King’s Landing just as Rhaenyra is taking control of the Red Keep, and it seems the gods are planning something for them. It’s abo, Aemond is an Alpha and Lucerys an Omega. This is my favorite out of the few fics with this concept. The main piece is incomplete, but it has several one shots post canon that are finished.

Arsonist’s Lullaby by orphan_account. Aemond sides with the blacks during the dance because he falls in love with Lucerys. It’s one of my favorite takes of this particular canon divergence, and it’s completed.

The Holiday by archimedesprinciple. A modern Christmas au where Aemond is part of law enforcement and Lucerys works at a bank. They are still related, but the incest is toned down to ‘standard levels of modern aristocracy’. There are many unresolved issues in this one, but it’s completed and has a happy ending.

I hope you like these recs! I scoured my ao3 bookmarks for these ones, but there’s more I didn’t add on account of them being in completed and not being updated for a while.

#anonymous #ask #fic recs #lucemond #hotd #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #ao3 #fanfiction

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Warnings: Incest (duh)

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Part 15

It had been a few months since Aemond had run away with Y/N, stealing her away from her own wedding. Over the course of the days that followed, both sides of the family had agreed to a marriage between the two of them. With Y/N now as Aemond's betrothed, she resided at King's Landing in the Red Keep with him while her family stayed at Dragonstone.

Alicent was delighted to, at last, see her son so happy with Y/N and she thanked the mother each day for at last bringing the both of them together.

Aegon too was just as happy, perhaps even more than his mother. He had wanted his brother and Y/N to end up together since they were children. It had gotten so frustrating for him to see them both constantly deny their feelings for one another and he was relieved that the both of them had finally put aside their pride and just admitted they were in love; even if that took the involvement of a witch and lot of teamwork among the green and black children.

It had been years since the Red Keep had been graced with Aemond's laugh; a sound that was like music to Alicent and she had to thank Y/N for it. She used to watch them fondly as they walked through the Godswood, hand in hand, lost in a conversation of their own as if they were the only ones who mattered in the world.

She smiled to herself, eager to have a talk with them regarding the wedding. The both of them were obviously madly in love, there was no reason the wedding should have to wait any longer; perhaps she would discuss it with them on the morrow.

Before she went to her bed to retire for the day and catch some sleep, she went to her husband's chambers first to make sure he was alright especially since his illness was getting worse by the hour.

She poured him a cup of some milk of the poppy, to help ease the pain.

"How is our sweet Y/N doing" the king asked, his voice sounding strained, as if it hurt for him to talk "how are things between her and Aemond"

"They are both rather happy" Alicent informed him with a smile, slightly disappointed at the endearment he used for the princess and for never once addressing Aemond, his own son, the same way "I plan on discussing the details regarding their wedding after we break our fast on the morrow"

"Yes, yes" Viserys sleepily mumbled "a sp-splendid idea"

Once she had pulled the blankets over him, she turned to head out to her own quarters until she heard the king murmur something softly.

"Yes?" she politely asked as she walked closer to him, to better hear what it is he had to say.

"It is you" he said, almost as a whisper, suddenly thinking that it was Rhaenyra he was talking to. With his illness getting worse, he sometimes used to have hallucinations, thinking he was talking to certain people who weren’t even physically present "if I believe it to be true"

"Believe what to be true" she asked, confused "my king?"

"Don't you remember?" he spoke with his eyes still shut "Aegon's dream"

"Aegon? Our son?"

"The prince that was promised"

"I don't understand Viserys" she truthfully told him. Alicent was rather patient with him, never getting irritated or annoyed whenever he broke out into one of his senseless rants.

"To unite the realm against the cold and the dark" he gasped for breath as he spoke "It is you, you are the one"

Alicent took a deep breath. After all these years, he had finally named Aegon as his successor though she was a bit hesitant this time, not sure if she was happy for her son or concerned about how her dear Rhaenyra might take the news. They'd only just become friends once again.

But in the end, a king's word was law.

"I understand" she simply told him before she left.

She would have to have him sign a royal decree on the morrow, stating that he had changed who was to inherit the iron throne after him.

Though things did not go as planned.

She was awoken from her slumber at a rather late hour to be made aware of her husband's sudden demise.

The queen was deeply saddened by the news; she might not have loved him as a wife but she did love him as his queen. And now with him not being able to announce it himself about the line of succession being changed, she and her father took steps to ensure that no one in the castle was to be made aware of the king's death.

The servants who did know, were locked away in the cellars until they took further action.

Alicent had sent for Aemond and told him about the king but requested him to speak to no one of this, not even Y/N. She told him how Viserys had wished for Aegon to be crowned king upon his death bed.

"Mother, what of Rhaenyra?" he asked in a hushed voice, brows furrowed in confusion "what of Y/N?"

Alicent knew Aemond was more concerned with the latter than the former. By crowning Aegon, Y/N would no longer be in line to ascend the throne. It was never formally announced but Aemond had informed her a while ago, that Rhaenyra had chosen Y/N as her successor instead of Jace. Alicent loved the girl dearly and was fully supportive, until of course, this morning when everything changed.

"She will never bend the knee" he told her earnestly.

"She will have to" Alicent sadly told him, taking her son's hands in her own "it was never my wish to supplant Rhaenyra nor take away Y/N's right to the throne. But it is what the king wished for and his word is law"

She then informed him of Aegon's absence from the castle and Aemond immediately volunteered to help find him even though Alicent was hesitant to allow him to go into the city. If gods forbid, something had happened to Aegon, Aemond would be the one who would have to take his place.

"I am his brother" he tenderly spoke, trying his best to provide comfort to his mother "I know his whereabouts far better than anyone else. Besides, I am well versed with the sword; Cole and I will be fine"

Tentatively, Alicent agreed to let him assist Ser Criston in finding Aegon in the city streets.

"Oh but mother," Aemond turned around to face her as he reached the doorway "when Y/N is to be made aware of this, I wish for it to be me who tells her. I do not want her to hear the news from anyone but me"

It had been a few hours since Y/N had awoken from her sleep only to find herself locked in her chambers. She paced around the room, worrying about what was going on. Was the castle under attack? Had someone died? Was she going to die? Was Aemond alright?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doors creaking open and to her delight, her betrothed walked in, looking more glum than usual.

"Aemond, what is happening?" she asked as she walked toward him. To her surprise, all Aemond did was pull her close in a gentle embrace, resting his head on her shoulder, sighing with relief upon feeling her arms around his torso.

"I'm sorry" he kissed her forehead, unaware that it was ordered that his sweet Y/N be locked like some prisoner "I did not expect for you to be locked away, came here as soon as I heard"

"Is everything alright?" she leaned away slightly to look at him. He seemed much more stoic and rigid than usual, his eye refusing to meet hers.

She could tell when she hugged him how tense he was, not easing into the embrace like how he normally would. Even the kiss to the head seemed chased, almost like there was something grave playing on his mind that kept him from relaxing.

Aemond took a deep breath, clenching his jaw tightly which made his cheekbones more prominent.

"The king is dead" he stiffly informed her, his voice sounding as emotionless as he looked.

"What.." Y/N took a step back in disbelief, she hoped that she heard him wrong.

"He died in his sleep last night" he sighed as he went to stand by the fire, leaving the princess standing in the middle of the room. He didn’t know how to tell her this, but he knew he had to and he wanted it to be him she heard it from "in his death bed, with his last breath he told my mother of his final wish. He..."

He heaved a long sigh. There would be no easy way to tell her this.

"Mother wants you to get dressed and join me by the carriages, we are to attend a coronation at the sept" he looked away from her, knowing he wouldn’t be able to face her "of Aegon"

Y/N's gaze snapped toward him at the mention of this.

"Your brother plans to usurp the throne?" the princess marched toward him "Aemond this is treason!"

"The king himself said-"

"Well were there any witnesses?"

"You think my mother would spin a lie?" He turned to look at her, brows furrowed "do you truly think Aegon would steal the throne when he has never had the desire to be king?"

"Then why go ahead with it anyway?" Y/N was more enraged than confused, if the boy wasn't going to take his duties seriously as king, why force him to rule? It made no sense, to take away the throne from the rightful heir and give it to someone who never wanted it to begin with.

"Because it's what the king wanted!"

"Aemond this is madness, Rhaenyra is the rightful heir and you know it" she snapped, her voice going up an octave "the realm swore obeisance to her, your mother and grandfather included"

"Well yes, she was the heir and we all supported her claim" Aemond raised his voice too, patience growing thin "but now the king has chosen a different successor and we much provide the same support"

"You expect me to betray my queen and go against her? To just accept the fact that you plan on putting Aegon on the throne?" The princess scoffed, still struck with disbelief that this was even happening "you do realise that by doing so, you not only dethrone Rhaenyra but me as well?"

"I am next in line to the throne now" Aemond spoke with a serious tone, shoulders pushed back as he informed her of his station with pride "I am to take you as my wife and then perhaps someday, you will be queen"

"Perhaps?" Y/N scoffed with a chuckle of frustration. She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with him "there was never a 'perhaps' for me, I was going to be crowned queen. And as for you, you aren’t next in line; Aegon's sons are"

Aemond heaved a sigh as his gaze lingered on her.

He knew it was hopeless. She would not swear her loyalty to Aegon, not while she still believed that the king never named him heir and especially not when it meant that her claim to the throne would be invalidated.

He clenched his jaw and nodded silently.

"Forgive me then" he muttered lowly before he turned and marched toward the door, flinging it open and quickly shutting it.

The princess tried to run toward him before he could close the door but she was late in getting there. She heard a clicking sound, letting her know that he had locked her inside.

"Aemond!" She yelled as she pounded at the door with her fist "you will open this door right this instant"

"Make sure the princess doesn't leave" he yelled at one of the guards as he walked away from the room "the door is to remain shut until I open it myself"

When Aemond reached the end of the hallway, he ran into his mother who was already dressed in her green gown for the ceremony. She looked at him with an expression that was both sad and concerned.

"Y/N?" she simply said and Aemond understood what she meant.

He simply shook his head with a low grunt and Alicent sighed in defeat.

"I need to speak with her" she said in a low voice, even though she knew that there was nothing she could say that would change the princess' mind.

"I'll wait outside" Aemond gruffly said as he retrieved the key from his pocket, handing it to his mother "I doubt she'll want to speak to me after I locked her in"

Alicent silently took the key from her son's hand, before she made her way to Y/N's chambers.

Aemond, as promised, stood outside patiently.

Alicent hadn’t managed to convince the princess to swear to Aegon, which was expected but she did manage to convince her to accompany them to the sept which took quite some time.

Aemond was surprised that his mother had managed to do it, but he didn’t ask any questions. Alicent just informed him that she would be ready in a few moments and that the both of them should leave for the sept as soon as the princess is dressed.

Aegon seemed to be more miserable about this entire thing in comparison to Y/N. He looked like he would much rather be cleaning dung off the horses' arse than to be in his best attire whilst being dragged away to be crowned king.

He had absolutely no hopes that she might've agreed to attend her future brother-in-law's coronation, but he was taken by surprise when his mother told him Y/N would be present at the sept when they were in the carriage.

By the time Y/N and Aemond reached the sept, the townsfolk were already gathered inside and the royal family stood at the very front, near the alter. When Alicent and Otto looked toward the princess Y/N, they both sighed nervously, exchanging uncertain glances.

She was clad in a red dress with black embellishments. She had adorned a beautifully crafted tiara made from valyrian steel, a symbol of her being the one who should rule and not Aegon. She was wearing the colours of Rhaenyra, making a bold display of where her loyalties lay.

She did not utter a single word when she was ushered to stand at her betrothed's side. She gave him a sharp look and that was all. Helaena, who was stood beside the princess, hesitantly took her hand but relaxed when Y/N gave her a slight squeeze.

"Aegon never wanted any of this" she tried to tell her "none of us did, but mother said-"

"I do not wish to hear anything your mother has told you" Y/N cut her off. She knew she sounded rude but she could care less about their mother when they all were disrespecting her family and herself in a far worse fashion.

Years of being the sweet, compassionate princess and this was what she got in return; a slap in the face.

The reality of everything began to sink in:

Now everyone she loved and cherished would turn on each other and all would burn.

The sound of the trumpets and the drums snapped her out of her thoughts and brought her back to the present.

Aegon, who was still very upset about this whole thing, begrudgingly walked in between a path the king's guard had paved for him, raising their swords above his head as he passed them with a grim expression.

As he approached his family he immediately caught sight of Y/N. His fleeting moment of joy to see the princess, someone he cared for like a sister of his own, standing with his family, vanished the moment he drew a bit closer. His heart shattered when he saw her staring down at him with so much hate in her eyes that he wanted to run up to her and tell her he did not wish to be king, that he would much rather sail away on a ship and live a commoner's life. A single tear rolled down his face when he realised that the one person in this broken family of his, who loved him all these years was now among the ones who hated him the most.

As soon and he climbed the stairs he immediately turned to his left.

"Y/N I.. " he began but his grandfather was quick to seize him by the arm and drag him toward the septon.

Aegon was not fully present during the ceremony. All he could think about was how difficult life would get from this point onwards. He was no longer a boy, free to do as he pleased. He was now King and quiet possibly the reason behind a war that would rob him of everything he held dear.

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deadmenandthedivine · 7 months

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DEAD MEN § the DIVINE

chapter twelve: drowned in insignificant details

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to be many things. What she became was entirely different.

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trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, disassociation, thoughts of self harm and annihilation, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

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“The ravens have already been sent so preparations can be made, but we must come to a decision on the official invitations.”

“That is your first matter at hand? What pictures go on which piece of parchment?” Daemon sneered.

“No, my Prince, it is merely the most time sensitive. Perhaps they should have a tower and a dragon? Both strong and formidable sigils to symbolize the strength of the union.” The Queen stated with a cold calmness.

“No towers, no fucking towers!” Daemon snapped.

“What of iron studs or runes? I think towers should be included only if the sigils of House Royce are as well.” Princess Rhaenyra suggested, giving her husband an unwavering warning stare.

Needless to say, Prince Daemon did not like his first late wife’s insignia anywhere near the topic of discussion either. He growled and slammed his goblet on the table much like a child. Lady Rhea and her house were among his sorest subjects. Throughout her entire life, the princess had tiptoed around the subject of her own mother. Careful not to pull an untethered outburst out of her father. To the point where the mere mention of the long dead woman from another party’s innocent mouth was enough to make the princess tense. The Prince was no stranger to a violent outburst or a barrage of verbal assaults. His wife, too, knew it well. Yet Princess Rhaenyra did not seem to cower like Princess Maetilda did. Rhaenyra poked him like a sleeping bear. Without fear of his response. Without tensing for what came next. Unlike his wife, the Rogue Prince’s daughter was still shaken from the night before. Each time she looked at him, she could feel the sting in her cheek. It was still pink that morning and her maids had to use every remedy they could think of to take the swell away. But most pretended they did not see it, that her cheeks had always been two different colors. A few pairs of eyes lingered, but not for long.

“Perhaps you should sell me to the Triarchy while you’re at it.” He grumbled.

“Might I suggest two dragons that meet in the middle? One of them colored green and white, the other red and black.” Aemond piped up.

Maetilda spared a quick glance toward her betrothed. He had a goblet in hand, just like her father, but was not flinging it around or throwing it onto the table. Regardless, the resemblance between the two was growing uncanny, making her stomach churn and flip and knot in a wave of nausea. What if Aemond began to act like him? Would she be as steadfast and fearless as Rhaenyra? She was not sure. And that was a scary thought, a scary possibility. She hoped she was wrong. The two shared a resemblance, yet the King’s second son was far more handsome. Harder to read, but intriguing. He had a face that she wanted to stare at. She could not deny it. His eye, his nose, his chin. He was ethereal, as if he was etched in stone. His shoulders were squared and hunched. His stare was fixed on his uncle as he swirled the contents of his cup. She wondered what thoughts were running through his mind, if they had anything to do with the words he spoke in her chambers. As her husband, he would put her father in his place. Of course, a Hightower would be all too excited to do such a thing. She stewed as she reminded herself that Aemond had likely become just that — a tower wearing a dragon’s skin. He had said it himself the night before, he would not sit and allow her family to further disrespect him. Not after Lucerys took his eye. She wondered if the wound continued to cause him pain to that day. In the time she had seen him again, he had not let on if it had. Instead he sat diligently for a meeting on their wedding and thoughtfully contributed. Seemingly more mentally present in the room than herself. Both Alicent and Rhaenyra smiled and nodded, even Daemon did not grumble at the proposition. He had successfully made a compromise in the span of one suggestion. The Queen gave the artisan who stood before the table an official nod to signify that the decision was final. He smiled and nodded eagerly in return.

“Any florals, your Grace?” The artisan asked respectfully.

“Oh yes, certainly. Aster, myrtle, purple columbine, daffodil, honeysuckle, and iris.” Alicent’s answer was fast, consulting no one.

No one argued. The artisan smiled and nodded eagerly again.

“Perhaps we should let our Queen marry her son in place of my daughter. Her Grace seems to have already planned for it.” Daemon goaded with a sneer.

“Husband!” Rhaenyra scolded before turning to the room, “My apologies. It seems my husband has gotten too lost in his cups this morning. It is quite emotional to see all of our daughters getting married so quickly.”

“Yes, it is a very emotional time.” Alicent agreed.

“How much are these invitations going to cost? Can we not send a pageboy with doves in a box?” Lord Beesbury, the Master of Coin and Lord Treasurer, interjected after looking up from his book full of numbers. “I mean no offense to you, Mister Booker. I only mean to say that the cost of the invitations only increases with the number of great houses invited.”

“With all due respect, Lord Beesbury, this is not only a royal wedding. As my husband has declared, it is the joining of two branches within the great royal house. No expense shall be spared.”

“Make sure there is a seven-pointed star in prominent display at the top. We must not forget to honor those who have given us such a union.” Ser Otto spoke up.

“Then you must also include a symbol from each of the Valyrian gods. We best not forget to honor those that granted us the Throne in the first place.” Rhaenyra added.

“Will there be room left on the invitation for the words?” Lord Jason Lannister laughed at his own joke before he turned to the artisan, “Do you know how to read? Are you in charge of the words?”

“Do not answer that, Mister Booker,” Princess Rhaenyra shot dagger eyes at the Lannister before turning to the artisan, “The Marriage of Prince Aemond & Princess Maetilda Targaryen. By command of the King — followed by each houses’ name — you are directed to be present in King’s Landing promptly before the Equinox of the Flower Moon.”

“How many feasts shall we have before the wedding? We must tell the families to arrive in time.” Lord Jason suggested.

“There shall be exactly six prior. The wedding shall precede the seventh feast.” Otto stated.

“Absolutely not. Thirteen feasts, with the wedding as the fourteenth.” Rhaenyra pushed back.

“Fourteen feasts! My apologies, your Grace, I may need to see the maester after hearing such a number.” Lord Beesbury chortled.

“Fourteen feasts for fourteen flames. A royal wedding never to be forgotten. Nothing less for my eldest daughter.” Daemon pushed farther.

“Absurd!” Otto barked back, “The Seven should curse the union if any such thing took place.”

“Feasts are not sacrilegious, grandfather. If the ceremony should be in that of The Faith, we may honor our heritage in other ways. Fourteen feasts, which require fire in its making, to honor the Fourteen Flames. And we spare no expense, as my mother already stated.” Aemond spoke with finality.

“Can the Red Keep house all those extra lords and ladies for an entire fortnight?” Ser Otto countered.

“There are plenty of rooms! Are there not? We’ve held tourneys that last longer.” Rhaenyra bellowed.

“Yes, your Grace, but the waste. The castle may begin to smell. A situation we best not risk.” Ser Otto explained.

“‘Smell better than you on any given day.” Daemon grumbled, slurring his words.

‘You smell so pretty, ñuha dōna,’ the words echoed in her mind. Spine rigid as she sat up uncomfortably straight. Her cheeks felt hot as she was certain she was the only one plagued by her thoughts.

The Hand’s response was quick and overly pious, “Pardon me, Prince Daemon. But you may be excused if you cannot remain appropriate.”

“I will excuse it this one time, Ser Otto, as I am a man of mercy. But I will remind you that it is not your place to tell me where to be or what behavior is appropriate. Tread carefully.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Only if you make it one.”

“Enough!” Alicent and Rhaenyra snapped simultaneously.

The room fell completely silent. The princess twiddled her thumbs in her lap. Daemon could sustain anger and a grudge longer than anyone the princess had ever known. A single marriage was not about to quell his ages of hatred for Ser Otto. He had hated his brother’s advisor for longer than any of his daughters had been alive. After the night before, she had expected her father’s insults and more. But if what Maetilda and her knight had done that same evening worked, then the arguments might have been a sign. She could not be bound in marriage to anyone if no agreements could be made. If the marriage would prove to do the opposite of its intended purpose. However, Aemond seemed to be in a compromising mood. If his actions of the night prior proved anything, he had to be the culprit behind the stones. At the very least, he had proven that he knew how to sneak into her room. She did not understand him, where his motivations came from. What did he mean when he said they were more alike than she realized? In what ways were they alike? Certainly he was not that motivated from a few commonalities. As she watched, those around them actually seemed to listen to him, value his word. She was expected to remain silent unless spoken to, even in her own wedding plans. It was a rule uniquely hers, never given to her younger sisters or other siblings. Her father hated it when she stuck her neck out around others. In his words, she could never say the right thing or always said too much. Despite how hard she tried, it was always wrong. She could never figure out why. Yet at that moment, the princess did not raise any complaints. Unsure what she would even want to say. The wedding did not feel real in the first place. A feeling in her gut told her that all their planning would be in vain; her father would find a way. He was a man with 10,000 and 1 contingency plans. He would sooner drop dead before he allowed such an event to actually happen. Perhaps she was the only one who saw their planning for the farce it was.

“Shall we talk entertainment then? Each feast should have a different theme!” Daemon smirked, downing another cup.

“Heavens no! I always get the days mixed up.” Lord Beesbury shivered.

“Shall I have them written out for you, Lord Beesbury?” Lord Wydle, Master of Law, interjected genuinely.

“Or would the parchment be too expensive?” Lord Lannister teased.

“There should not be anything that deters attention away from the bride. Themes might allow other ladies to upstage.” Alicent disagreed, “Unless done properly.”

“Is there anything the Crown cannot do?” Daemon countered.

The princess’s skin tingled as their conversation continued. She did not like to imagine lords and ladies from across the Realm all gathered to watch her. To witness her wedding and bedding. She had to fight the grimace that wanted to smear itself across her face. The thought of such attention fixed on her was enough to make her lose her meal, but she kept it swallowed down. She hated to imagine what they would say, the snide whispers about how the princess was only quickly wed to save her good name. To save her from a life of solitude and disgrace in the eyes of the kingdoms. Pathetic, that’s what they would think of her. Pathetic, ugly, lacking any sense of dignity. She would be the joke of the Realm. They would hold their bellies and laugh through the entire fortnight. Through each meal. She could already picture it. And others wondered why Helaena shrunk into herself. It was not fun to be the topic of the whispers, the lady being watched, the butt of the joke. Maetilda wished she could crawl under the table and never come out. Perhaps if she acted completely ridiculous, Ser Otto would convince the King to call it all off. Her reputation would be shattered regardless. It would not matter if it was her fault or theirs, no lord would want her after. She wondered if that would be her fate, marked by the Gods. Inevitable to happen. Cursed to a life of solitude. Once her father died, she would be too old to find another husband. She would return to the unfamiliar castle she was born in as a woman grown, never to leave it for fear of shame. She would wallow and rot in its halls. Perhaps she would find the ghost of her mother.

“There should be a tribute to both of our dragons. The last living ones to be born in Valyria.” Aemond’s voice cut through the hum of them all again, “Would you enjoy that, Princess Maetilda?”

Startled by her sudden inclusion, she blinked a few times before fully realizing she had been asked a question. The princess sat up straighter and adjusted her posture before nodding her head, “Yes. A tribute to the last eyes to see Valyria in all its beauty.”

“Perhaps have a song composed about them? Or a tapestry made? Which would you prefer?” He pressed farther as the room watched them.

“Why not both?” She shrugged, unsure of which option was the correct answer.

“Yes, of course!” Aemond nodded to his mother, “And there should be portraits made, multiple. Both at the ceremony and in the portrait room.”

Portraits, tapestries, songs. All for display. A wedding all for show. The night before, Aemond had been so sure, so certain. But as time took more, Maetilda only felt more unsettled. Like sailing on a ship stalked by a leviathan, her next moments felt numbered. If she did not act, she would be in its belly. What was the purpose of delaying the inevitable? Aemond still looked so fixed, determined, beyond any doubt, a sort of confidence that only a prince could have. She was almost jealous of him, almost. But then she remembered her father again. He lived inside her head. He would not be happy with her for such a submissive agreement.

“Worry not, nephew. I will take it into my own hands to instruct the artists to paint the bride prettier. You must not be troubled with such tasks on your wedding day.”

The princess’s heart sank to her stomach. Her father had insulted her. And for what reason? There were eyes on her, she could feel them. But she kept her stare fixed forward on the wall. Chin up.

“Please do not bother, uncle. We all know you will be far too lost in the festivities to remember.” Aemond threw the rest of his drink down his throat, “She’ll be more than pretty warming my bed.”

The father of the future bride barked with laughter, clapping his hands together and slapping his knee. As the howls droned on, they grew drier and drier. He was the only one that laughed. The princess could feel each change in pitch claw at her skin like talons. She felt her blood pool in her feet as she listened to her father’s very public shaming. It had to be some sort of joke or game. Why else would he speak of her in such a way in front of the Small Council? Why else would he give lords and ladies an invitation to insult them? He was either stupid or plotting. While he was never known to be stupid, she could not see any of the logic.

“Would you like a portrait of that too?”

“Yes, I shall have two made and send the second to you.”

“You’re eager. Aren’t you? Like a dog on a chain. Is that your grandfather holding the other end? Or is it your mama?”

Not a sound was made. The uncle and nephew stared each other down with stern red faces, furrowed brows, and locked jaws. If they were dogs, they would have been growling. The princess could not tear her eyes away, anxious to see what punishment her father would rain down upon her betrothed. Her skin tickled as if spiders scurried all over her. Had the sleeves of her dress not itched at her arms, she would have felt completely naked to the room. She wanted to tell them off, to demand their respect. But it would get her nowhere. They owned her. Through marriage, her father would be handing Aemond the keys to her cell. For Aemond to own. If the Gods gave them children, he would own them too. She could die, and he could do as he wished with them. Just as her father had with her. But the man liked control too much to hand the keys over nicely.

“No matter what the King declares, that will always be my daughter, boy.” Daemon spat, “Those Gods you worship may giveth, but they shall also taketh.”

A threat. In front of everyone, the entire Small Council. He was a bold man, capable of far more than anyone else in the Realm – only second to the King. Able to commit unthinkable acts, say unspeakable things, without fear of losing his head. The most his brother would do is banish him. No assassin would be brave enough to collect any bounty on his head. Not with Ceraxes and Dark Sister at his side. Despite this, the princess had expected more out of the legendary man. Where were the fists? Where were the swords? Where were the consequences? Or were they only reserved for her now? Her chest felt tight as she tried to keep her face from betraying how she felt.

“They give us all what we deserve.” Ser Otto righteously interjected.

“I know what you think I deserve, Lord Asswipe. But are you aware of what you deserve?”

“I will not hear another word of it.” Rhaenyra commanded.

Just as she had declared, all words stopped. All the eyes in the room darted about, anxious to see who made the next move. Maetilda was not the only one on edge. Everyone seemed afraid to speak. All except her father, who only continued to drink. He set his goblet down on the table with a loud echo, causing the princess to jump. He reveled under the supercharged attention of the room. He smiled.

“The privy is more deserving of my presence than this room. Planning may continue tomorrow.” Daemon stated as he gathered himself to leave.

“They must continue now. We will run out of time.” The Queen retorted sharply, “We will proceed with or without you, Prince Daemon.”

“You shall continue without the bride as well then.” Daemon chuckled before setting his hard eyes on his daughter, “Maetilda, come.”

On instinct, the princess nodded her head obediently. She rose out of her chair in a trancelike state, only stopping when she heard Queen Alicent say her name. Her legs froze midstep. Her neck snapped to the side to meet the owlish stare of the Hightower queen. “Come to dinner in my chambers this evening. Just you.” Her brown eyes flickered to her father warningly before nodding to the princess, officially dismissing her from the room.

The three sets of footsteps echoed down the staircase together. Ser Wyllam dutifully followed behind them. His armor would scratch every few steps. It formed an odd rhythm with the pounding of her heart and the pumping of her blood. After a few paces, a rough hand idly gripped the back of her neck. Leading her firmly back in the direction of her chambers. Certainly the servants had heard him behind her doors the evening before. Certainly they had begun to talk. She was still marked from it after all. She wondered what had been said, who all had heard. Would the lords and ladies talk too?

“Rhaenyra knew what she was doing when she demanded we travel by ship.” He stopped himself from speaking farther, Ceraxes’ name on the edge of his lips.

“Ao zālagon se sombāzmion ilagon?” (Would you burn the castle down?)

“Nyke gaomagon skoros iksis bēvilagon. Hae ao kessa gaomagon skori nyke udrāzma hen ao.” (I would do what is necessary. As you shall do when I command of you.)

The walk had been far easier, less painful, but just as tense as it had been the night before. It seemed to be their new tradition, their new way of bonding within the Red Keep – tensely making their way to the princess’s chambers together. She missed his small moments of tenderness. The relaxation in his shoulders while they lived at Dragonstone. If she was wed, would he visit her at the Keep? Where would she go after the King died? Would he ever allow her and Aemond to live at Runestone? Would Aemond hate her castle too? Would she? What of the Royce family that remained there? Would they reject all the Targaryens in their family home? She would not blame them. As much as she longed to return, she found herself worried she would be a foreigner in her own home. Just as she felt at the Red Keep. Although nothing felt as bad as she had felt at the Red Keep. Poor little princess, she thought. When the father and daughter arrived at the same door he had slapped her behind the night before, he gave her a knowing smile. They entered the room silently. Just the same, her father locked the door behind him. But instead of his menacing actions the night before, he gently stepped forward and wrapped her in his embrace. His hugs were always good. He always knew just how much to squeeze. Even when he reeked of alcohol, they brought a strange sense of comfort. Yet the princess could not wipe the memories of the night before from her mind. Her body remained rigid, on edge in close proximity to the man. She would not let her guard down so easily, despite how much she had missed the softer side of him. Where had this father been then? The side of him that cared how she felt. The side of him that dried her tears instead of mocked them. He stood back after he pulled away and held her at arms’ length.

“You seem tense.” He pointed out as he gently squeezed up and down her arms.

She hesitated as she formulated her response, “Are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry with you?”

“…When Aemond asked if I liked the tribute, I did not tell him no.”

“Worry not, Maetilda. I am not angry with you for agreeing to tributes for your dragons. It would be an insult to the great kings before us to disagree with such a proposal in Shrykos and Vhagar’s honor.”

“Thank you, father.” She nodded dutifully, glad that he had not nitpicked her for once. Almost wondering if he had heard her thoughts when she had longed for his softer side. But as she continued to stew, it felt more and more wrong. Why had he not nitpicked?

“You did well to remind the council just where she hatched from, where we come from.”

“Yes,” She nodded eagerly, “It would do them good to remember.”

Prince Daemon menacingly held her gaze. She tried to hold back her shaking as she wondered if he would grab her hair and smother her to death in her pillows while her guard was down. Was he trying to play a joke on her? Without question. Anticipation built within her for the punchline. The smell of wine permeated off of him like a foggy cloud even at their slight distance. It made her nose scrunch. The smell and his mood swings seemed to be the only signs of his intoxication. He did not sway or stumble. His hand was firm as he reached upward from her arm and lightly caressed the same cheek he had slapped repeatedly the night before. Brushed his knuckles over the skin. It was still pinker than the other. Yet no one had said a word about it. The only ones whose eyes lingered were enough to count on a single hand. Her father, himself, and Rhaenyra. Queen Alicent, Prince Aemond, and Lord Larys Strong. Three of which had already seen her face before the meeting. Her father and Aemond in the shadows of the night before, and Rhaenyra that morning. Yet not a question about it. The lack of acknowledgment hurt like a bee sting on her heart. Did they not care to know what happened? Did they not care to know she was alright? Aemond had. He had come to check on her. He had heard what her father had said and wanted to make sure she was okay. He had shown her kindness, and she had told him to leave. Guilt began to drip into her blood and spread throughout her veins. In pursuit of her father’s happiness, she had insulted her betrothed. She had hit and slapped him, taken her inner turmoil out on him without hesitation. Was she the one in the wrong? Now she had left the very room where their wedding was being planned, and he had remained. She had listened to the commands of her drunken father, and he had upheld responsibility.

“How many decisions will be made in our absence?” She inquired.

“If they were smart, they would have agreed to meet later.” He replied, shaking his head as if it were a fist at the Gods, “However, if your stepmother stayed, it is hard to say. She likes to play monarch, you know.”

“She is the heir.”

“She is, and I am her husband.”

“Yes, father.”

“And you are the Lady of Runestone, Maetilda. You are in charge of it now. But as soon as you have a husband…”

“How can I be in charge if I have never even been there?”

“You do not need to be there to be in charge.”

“Is that why the King dragged himself to the Throne Room?” She crossed her arms.

“A good ruler knows when their presence is required.”

“And mine has not been for how long now?”

“No one is trying to take the Bronze Throne. There is no need for you to defend the damn thing.”

“The Hightowers are.”

Daemon’s eyebrow hiked up in interest at the princess’s words. He smirked and it filled her chest with warmth. Commendation. She had a point, and he had realized it. His face had given it away. Whether he had wanted to give her such praise or not.

“They are,” He nodded, “And now you must defend your Keep from here.”

“Me? Here? What?”

“While at dinner with the Queen tonight. Make the ugly bat regret her own marriage to begin with.”

“…But how?”

“You are so naturally gifted at angering me, I am certain you do not require my help.”

A/N: lol i heard you guys asking to give Maetilda a break!!! so she got a hug!! but also she got a hug?? i promise there is light at the end of the tunnel!! we just have to be dramatic first. Chapter Thirteen will be posted shortly! (most likely tomorrow)

also, i had a lot of fun with the dialogue in this chapter. hopefully it’s not too cheesy! i was making myself giggle as i wrote it so i hope y’all like it too 0:)

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 3 months

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Yet Another HotD Take: or, Aemond in the Line of Succession

Does anyone ever actually think about this scene from Episode 9 of HotD?

When Aemond and Criston were looking for Aegon?

Right after Aemond no-so-subtly implies he's the one who should be king given all the hard work he's invested in ruling. He then says this next line to the knight:

I'm next in line for the throne. Should they come looking for me...I intend to be found.

I've heard some people say Aemond forgot that Aegon had children of his own, and if the guy did end up going missing indefinitely, then his oldest son, little Jaehaerys would technically be next in line.

Thing is...I don't think Aemond actually forgot.

I am actually certain the guy damn well knew what he was saying when he said what he said (try saying that three times fast).

As we know of this episode, with the passing of King Viserys, Alicent and the Greens made their move to quickly surpass Rhaenyra's claim as heir to the Iron Throne in favor of crowning Aegon as king. Aegon, however, was nowhere to be found in the Red Keep, so the search began in the city to find the guy.

Among those looking was Aemond, ever the good solider, who was probably playing in his mind multiple times how the scenario would play out should Aegon not be found.

Look, we saw the mask fall off for just a moment, and we got see Aemond for who he was in that moment...an ambitious individual who sees himself as someone who is most fit to rule above his older sister and especially his older brother.

Aemond mentioned how he was the dutiful brother who trained with the sword and studied history AND philosophy.

And being someone who is presumably well versed in history as he is, it is safe to assume Aemond knows his family's history quite well...and THAT includes being well versed in the reign of Maegor the Cruel.

For those who are NOT familiar, Maegor was the second born son of Aegon the Conqueror by his sister-wife Visenya. Like Aemond, Maegor also learned to fight with the sword; upon the passing of Aegon, when his body was burned, Maegor took Blackfyre from the ashes, AND he waited till he was well in his 20s before he claimed his own dragon.

That dragon being his father's, Balerion the Black Dread.

(in the Fire and Blood novel, Maegor implied Balerion was the dragon whom was worthy of him to claim).

Maegor was all the things his older brother wasn't, yet Aenys was the one to sit the throne after Aegon because he was firstborn. After Aenys passed, the throne should have been passed to his firstborn son who was also called Aegon (surprise, surprise), but before that could happen, Maegor (with the full backing of his mother) swooped in on dragonback and took the throne, making his nephew Aegon the Uncrowned.

Maegor went to great lengths to secure his claim to the throne, and this included killing his nephew on dragonback.

Sound familiar anyone?

I know in Aemond's case, it was an accident, but whose to say Maegor didn't mean to kill his nephew either? The novel after all is written from the perspective of multiple unreliable narrators.

Now that I actually put that into words, Maegor and Aemond actually share some similarities with one another.

They were both second born sons who out-shined their older brothers in more ways than one, such as mastering the skill of sword fighting AND claiming the largest dragons the Targaryens possessed.

And of course they killed their nephews, that's...another similarity.

That being said, from the Greens perspective, if Aegon wasn't found in time, than it wouldn't have been so farfetched for them to believe the throne should pass to Aegon's firstborn son.

However, in this point in time, Prince Jaehaerys is still a child, like maybe five or six years of age, I really don't think Otto Hightower would find the idea of a child sitting the throne anymore appealing then seeing Rhaenyra on the throne.

With that also said, I could see this panning out two ways, IF Aegon someone ran off from King's Landing:

The Greens small council agree that Jaehaerys would sit the throne next BUT only under the condition that regents would reside over matters of the crown until the boy came of age. To which Aemond would happily volunteer and be appointed Prince Regent, filling in for his nephew until Jaehaerys was officially crowned whenever he was deemed mature enough to rule on his own.

Aemond fails to find Aegon and reports to his mother that this is so. He then reports to the Greens council and somehow persuades the council to have him sit the throne next on the grounds that Jaehaerys is way too young to rule. With the backing of both his mother and grandsire, Aemond is crowned king and then proceeds to sends terms of surrender to his older sister.

To be fair, Aemond did get the chance to rule in the main story line. Spoilers ahead:

Into the events of the Dance of Dragons, Aegon was seriously injured in battle and unable to stand in to rule due to the immense pain he was in.

It was at this time Aemond was appointed Prince Regent, wearing the crown and sitting the throne in Aegon's place with the assumption that Aegon would eventually recover and be able to rule again.

In the novel, Aemond supposedly was to have said that the crown looked better on himself than it ever did on his brother.

And, to predict the events of HotD season 2, I think once Aemond gets the taste of this power, he is probably not going to want to give it up anytime soon, especially when he sees what he could accomplish for the realm as Prince Regent in comparison to what his brother couldn't accomplish as king.

Aemond is a man of duty...but he is also a man of ambition. That is a dangerous combo down the line as that can potentially have the makings of a benevolent tyrant, which is one who sees themself as the only one fit to rule and direct.

Why? Well because everyone else is an idiot:

I find this kinda ironic in a way.

Otto Hightower was always fearful of Daemon sitting the throne because he saw the man as a potential second Maegor...

But has, or will, Otto feel the same way when he sees how Aemond takes to sitting the throne as Prince Regent?

I don't know how the show runners will play this out, but it would be interesting to see more of Aemond, especially in his Prince Regent Era, how he takes to it, and just how willing he would be when he comes to realize that eventually he will have to give up this power once Aegon heals over.

FYI I already know how the story will ultimately pan out, but it would be interesting to see Aemond contemplating those particular hypotheticals.

That's my take.

Have a nice day

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Request for an angsty one shot with Aemond and an OC or anyone.. 😄😇 I can't help it I love torturing my already tortured little war criminal 😫😈🖤🩸

You ask and I shall give! This one was hard to write my goodness. But let's be real, Aemond is his own worst enemy.

Aemond x f!reader | angst | A Strong toast | Aemond gets a little physically agressive | Reader gets a glimpse of his darker nature

You often walked with Aemond outside the high walls and fetid stench of King’s Landing. On this clear summer’s day the two of you, brushing shoulders, left through the city gate and you breathed in a deep lungful of fresh air.

“You exaggerate how bad it is, Y/N.” Aemond teased, looking sidelong at you with his one violet eye.

“The reek is awful! Your nose must be broken.” You were always glad to escape the confines of the Red Keep, especially so when Aemond was able to join you.

More often than not, he was too busy to accompany your frequent escapades. The first time you’d asked him to come along he had looked at you quizzically, eye roaming your form. “You look like a boy.” Was all he had said to which you answered dully. “Yes, Aemond, that’s rather the point.”

It was dangerous for a woman to roam the streets alone, so you took to disguising yourself as best you could to avoid unwanted attention. Aemond did much the same, wearing a hood to cover his long silver hair.

The two of you had known each other since you’d come to King’s Landing from the North, to be his sister’s lady in waiting. You were older than he by a few years, and through the course of your unexpected friendship, often used your seniority against him, teasing that you were wiser and smarter…much to his obvious annoyance.

Aemond’s moods reminded you of the sea, tempestuous and hard to predict. You could tell he made an effort to be as kind as he could be to his mother, sister and even yourself but when Rhaenyra and her children visited King’s Landing, he became downright unpleasant.

That is why you were surprised when Aemond had caught up with you just outside the Red Keep, as you made your way in the direction of Flea Bottom.

“Think you could escape without me?” He panted, catching your elbow.

“Your family just arrived, Aemond. I expected you to be…busy.” You had wanted to say “brooding” but decided not to push your luck.

He made a disgruntled “hmm” noise in the back of his throat. “They are no family of mine.”

You had wisely kept your mouth shut as you continued down the street and out of the city.

The two of you spoke only a little, not like your usual banter, you could tell Aemond’s mind was elsewhere. Before long, it was time to turn away from the green hills and trees and back toward the city. There was to be a private dinner tonight for Aemond and his family, and the sun was already beginning its western descent.

You were not invited, of course, so once back inside the fortress you turned to make your way to the kitchens you liked to snag food from. Aemond caught your arm as you brushed past him. “I wish for you to accompany me.”

Startled, you looked up into his face, his expression, stony, gave nothing away. “It’s a family dinner, I am certainly not invited.”

“I just extended to you an invitation, though it is less a request and more of a command from your prince. You will be part of my family soon, if I have any say in the matter. Now go get dressed. I will meet you outside your rooms.”

Head reeling with the implications of what he’d just said, you nodded numbly and proceeded to your chambers. Deciding on a gown of green to hopefully appease the Queen at your unexpected presence, you quickly got dressed, brushed through your hair, dabbed some rouge on your lips and cheeks, before exiting your room.

Aemond was indeed waiting for you, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, clad in a black leather jerkin and dark green trousers. His usual brown eyepatch, you noticed, had been swapped for a black one, and his straight silver hair gleamed in the torchlight. “You look radiant.” He extended an arm to you, which you took gratefully.

“Tell me the real reason you wish me to come with you, I will be out of place there.” Your fingers gripped the slippery fabric of his sleeve.

“Not as out of place as some.” Aemond growled through his teeth.

He led you into the intimate dining room reserved for the family of the king. Queen Alicent and Rhaenyra already sat at the table, stiffly avoiding each other’s eyes. Rhaenyra’s children and their betrothed were standing on one end of the table while Otto, Helaena and Aegon were standing together at the other. Helaena was busy showing Otto something with evident delight, but Aegon marked your entrance with interest.

Alicent also noticed your arrival on the arm of her son and stood to greet you, a confused half-smile on her lips. “Lady Y/N, it is a pleasure to see you. This is a family gathering, I’m afraid. Aemond?”

“She is my guest for tonight, mother.” Aemond released your arm as you curtsied to the queen, making his way over to Aegon. “I wish for her to be here.”

Alicent’s eyes flicked from you to Aemond before she gave a sigh, “So be it. Y/N, please be welcome.”

She gestured to the table, retaking her own seat and sharing a look with Rhaenyra. You walked to be closer to Aemond, hovering uncertainly as a servant brought up an extra chair. He was engaged in conversation with his brother at the end of the table, long fingers jabbing at the wood of the table, his voice low. “What were you thinking? You have a duty to your house, to Helaena.” You had never heard such venom in his voice before.

Aegon was quick to defend himself, his answering whisper sounding aggrieved. “I got her a present from Dorne to make it up to her.”

“That’s not good enough.” Aemond hissed, but any further argument was interrupted with the arrival of the king.

The decrepit man didn’t even seem to take any notice of your presence, for which you were grateful as everyone took their seats around the long table.

Helaena, turning to take her seat to your right at last saw you and made a happy little noise. “Y/N! I am so happy you’re here!” She squeezed a hug around your shoulders. “Aemond won’t stop talking about you, so I’m not all too surprised.” She leaned toward you conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “I hope this is one of many family dinners you join us for.”

“Sister.” Aemond’s said sharply, tapping his fingers on the table. Helaena gave him a sweet smile and shrug of her shoulders before returning attention to her plate.

His eye flicked to your face before returning to stare at his nephews. The look he was giving them unnerved you, and by the uneasy shifting in their seats, you weren’t the only one.

A round of toasts were made, beginning with Rhaenyra toasting her once-friend Alicent. The atmosphere at the table was uneasy, made even more so when Aegon leaned over to whisper crude things in his nephew’s ear. The dark-haired boy, Jacaerys you remembered, slammed his fists on the table and stood, clearly enraged by what Aegon had said. To your left, Aemond rose silently from his place at the table’s end, looking with menace at the younger boy as though daring him to continue. Jacaerys had the good sense to make a toast of his own, trying to diffuse the tension and retook his seat. Aemond slowly sank back into his own, never taking his eye off the boy.

You knew the reason for his behavior, his hostility. Aemond had told you about that night, shortly after he claimed Vhagar and the following events that led to his eye being cut out.

Trying, in your own way to soften his mood, you reached out under the table and touched the hand that lay on his knee. He jerked it away from you abruptly, causing a splinter of pain to pierce your heart. Aemond only glanced at you a moment, his expression cold.

You felt a small hand rub circles into your back and leaned into Helaena’s comforting touch. You were careful from then on to pay close attention to your food, fighting the dejection creeping into your chest. Beautiful music began to play from the musicians positioned in the corner of the dining room, Jacaerys asked Helaena for a dance. You half-hoped Aemond would ask you to dance as well, but you knew it to be a foolish thought. You felt much like a pawn in a game of chess as you stirred the food on your plate listlessly, it was not something you had ever thought he would make you feel.

Another slam on the oak table made you jump as Aemond rose from his seat yet again, taking his full goblet in hand and raising it to the room.

“Final tribute.” He said evenly looking from one nephew to the other. “To the health of my nephews. Jace…Luc…and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…” He paused a moment, choosing his next words with care. “Strong.”

“Aemond.” Alicent chided sharply.

“Come!” Aemond continued with a small smirk on his lips. “Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys!”

You mirrored Alicent and put your head in your hands. You didn’t need to see the ensuing fight, you heard the clattering of dishware, the impact of a fist on flesh, someone falling to the ground, and at last Daemon’s voice cutting through the mayhem with a sharp “wait!”.

Pressing your palms hard against your eyes before looking around, you stood and took in the tense scene. Aemond stood facing Daemon who had interjected himself between the prince and the Velaryon children. With a “hmm” of annoyance, Aemond walked out of the room, his fists clenched. Perhaps against your better judgement, you followed his retreating form.

“Aemond.” You said, he did not heed your voice as you jogged after him down the empty corridors. “Aemond!”

You caught up with him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Aemond whirled on you like a viper, hair wild about his face, and slammed you against the stone wall. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as one of his hands came to rest against your throat while he placed the other beside your head. “You are exhausting my patience, Y/N. I do not wish to be followed and chastised as I know you intend.”

“You deserve to be followed and chastised. The way you behaved was ridiculous.”

Aemond withdrew the hand next to your head quickly before slamming it back against the stone wall. He took your wrist roughly and dragged you with him down the hall and into his chambers. You hadn’t been in his rooms before, they were very large and well-lit, but you didn’t get much chance to take in the change of scenery before Aemond rounded on you.

“What I find ridiculous is how those bastards get to inherit titles and lands they have no right to.” He began to pace, running a hand through his hair. “And when anyone dares voice what we all know to be true,” Aemond stopped and turned to you, “they are cut down from behind!”

You swallowed, remembering all too well the events in the throne room that took place earlier that week. “That doesn’t give you the right-”

“I have every right!” Aemond shouted, he crossed to you in two strides, taking your chin roughly between his long fingers and yanking your head up to look at him, his breath hot on your face. “They are bastards, Y/N, yet suffer no consequences. Their mother sleeps with whomever she pleases and suffers no consequences. They take my eye! And suffer no consequences!” With his free hand, Aemond gripped his eyepatch and pulled it off his head.

You wished you had breath to gasp, from fear or wonder you knew not which. In the socket of his left eye Aemond had placed a sapphire of shimmering blue. It caught and refracted the firelight in the room, seeming to glow from within. Your own eyes widened as he revealed his face to you, and Aemond seemed to drink in your expression with a sort of wild delight. “I will have his eye in return, or his life.”

Your voice escaped from you in a soft whisper. “Aemond, no.”

His face fell as his purple eye flicked between your own. He released your chin. “Go.”

You reached for him one last time, but Aemond stepped back from you, avoiding your touch like it was something unclean. “Go back to my sister, to your books and your delusions that I am a better man.”

“Aemond-”

“Leave me!” He hissed at you, his curved mouth twisting in a snarl. The sapphire eye flashed crimson a moment from the torch light and you spun for the door, fear racing in your veins.

You all but ran down the carpeted hallways and into your room, sinking to the floor against the heavy door at your back. You buried your head into your arms, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Never had you imagined Aemond to have such a bitter, dangerous side. There were whispers at court of a more unhinged part to the prince, but there were always gossiping at court. Your heart was heavy with the thought the barbed words had had merit.

Aemond was a broken boy which made for a deadly and dangerous man.

Now you saw him as he truly was.

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: short chapter again but since it’s the holidays i’m mostly just sitting around doing nothing so expect a lot of short chapters quickly i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, swearing, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Twenty Nine- The Dragon’s Treasure

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“I always thought you were quite lucky.”

It was late, and outside a storm brewed. The children seemed unbothered by it as they played before you, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor.

“Why is that?” You asked her, half turning on the chaise you both shared. If you closed your eye, the sounds of laughing children sounded like your own.

It had been only a few days since Aemond had taken you. You felt like Viserys in his final days, like living was killing you. And truly, without them, you were.

Helaena told you as much as she could, and your friendship burned hot and fast. It reminded you of them, and you had no choice but to push it away lest you would break down sobbing in front of her. You liked Helaena, but you did not trust her. Not quite yet.

Helaena reached out, placed a delicate hand on your red dress. “You look so beautiful in red. I have only worn green all my life.”

“It does compliment you so well, though.” You comforted, but you knew it would not help.

“I suppose,” she sighed. Silence fell between you, rain pouring and thunder cracking.

Helaena told you the entire realm thought you to be dead. But she wasn’t trusted with much more information, only whispering she heard. The Blacks were securing alliances, Jace returning victorious with support from the Starks and the Arryns. Luke returned unscathed from Tarth, pleasantries exchanged and the confirmation of an answer you already knew.

Alicent sat in the far chair, closest to the fire, eyes flicking over a book you could tell she was not reading.

You were not content. Not happy. You were dying.

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Eventually, Rhaenyra had to have Y/N’s chair removed. She stared at it every council meeting, until someone raised their voice to get her attention, Daemon or Rhaenys placed a hand on her shoulder, or when her sadness became too much and she had to look away.

Rhaenyra’s promises to her father were now null and void, because each night her bed was empty and Daemon was not enough to fill the hole. Of course, she appreciated him, she loved him, but he was not her.

Her and Daemon has always been too similar, restless and chaotic, cut from the same cloth, burned from the same fire. She knew he loved her but she also knew that she was not her. Nothing could ever fill the hole she left.

While everyone talked about her in the past tense, Rhaenyra could not bring herself too. She is gone. She is lost. Not was, not were, never, never. To talk about her like that made it real, and she cannot handle it being real.

Rhaenyra misses her so much it consumes her every moment. She thinks about her in wake, in sleep, in that transitional moment after sleep before you wake. There is only twenty-four hours in a day, and it is not enough to miss her.

A soft hand upon her shoulder, and when she turns, Daemon’s signet ring shines in the light of the afternoon sun. It had been 3 days, and Rhaenyra could not take it.

“Yes?” She asked, straightening in her chair.

“Your Grace,” Corlys started, careful in his words. “There is only one option. We show the Greens what happens when you upset us.”

I am more than upset, Rhaenyra wants to say, but holds her tongue. She does not want to be here. She wants to be in her bed, sleeping with a pillow under her head wrapped in one of Y/N’s dresses.

Rhaenyra is lost. She knows it, everyone at this table knows it. Alicent knows it. Otto, too. That is precisely why they took what is most precious from her.

“My Queen,” Daemon says, stepping out from behind her and placing a hand on her face. He fills her field of vision, keeps her attention, and for a moment he is everything until she remembers her again.

“Yes?” She asks, trying to keep her voice level. He holds her so tenderly it makes her feel like a child, and she wants to sob. At her core she is just that, a child who misses her family and wants her best friend back. But the more rational part of her knows she can never get that back. But she has created a new family, filled Alicent’s spot. She will show no mercy to those who have ruined her life, her family.

“I still have contacts inside the city. Let me arrange it. They can use the tunnels, kill whoever you choose, bring us back their heads.”

She stares at him.

For a moment, she is almost disgusted that she would even suggest it. Then she remembers what she has lost, the wild, wonderful, beautiful mother of her children. Her wife, her lover, her treasure.

“Kill all of them.” She croaks, and he nods, but she thinks of her wonderful wife again, and seizes. She grabs his arm. “Don’t- don’t kill the children, or Helaena, please. She would not want that.” She watches as he clenched his jaw, gets that look in his eye where she instinctively knows who he is thinking of.

“My Queen?” Lord Corlys asks, and she suddenly realizes they had been speaking in hushed tones. But she doesn’t look at them. She looks at Daemon. When she speaks, she digs her nails into his arm, louder so the entire room can hear.

“We are dragons, and our treasure will be avenged. The realm will know the meaning of fire. Kill them all.”

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Dragon & the Wolf, Aemond Targaryen x fem reader (Part 1)

WARNINGS - MAJOR SPOILERS WARNING FROM HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

Disclaimer : I am basing this fiction on episode 9 of HoTD but I don't intend on being 100% accurate with George R. R. Martin's universe. This is a fiction made for pleasure of reading and imagining scenarios, so please keep that in mind :)

Synopsis: As the Greens took over the Iron Throne, installing Aegon the Second on the highest chair of the Realm, Alicent Hightower starts to plan the aftermath of Rhaenyra finding out. Since she saw Rhaenys flying away, she finds herself in desperate needs of allies, more allies. In this context, she decides to send her son, Aemond, North. His journey might actually wake a new side of his personality.

Viserys was dead, Aegon the Second was born.

Alicent Hightower sat in her chambers, right after the ceremony, thinking about what just happened. Although Aegon seemed to finally accept his position and be grateful for it (which was more than she ever could hope for), Rhaenys had accomplished Helaena's prophecy "there's a beast beneath the boards". And she was most likely flying to dragonstone to break the news to Rhaenyra and Daemon : the Greens were taking over.

Despite Alicent being truly sincere, certain that Viserys had told her to place Aegon on this throne, she didn't want war. But could she avoid it ? Now that the Blacks were about to learn everything through Rhaenys' mouth, she was not sure she could convince her any longer.

She had one thing to do now : protect her children and protect the Realm. And to do that, she needed more allies. Way more.

-You have to do this, Aemond. I trust you can.

Aemond sighed, unhappy do be sent away from Kings Landing during such time.

-Mother. They are coming for us. You need me by your side. I can protect us, I can make them fall. This is not the time to leave. Send Helaena, send your Father, send ..

-This is NOT a negotiation !

Alicent was visibly exhausted and in pain. She had to protect her family, secure her son's position, make sure Otto was not going further in war mongering, and was grieving for her long lost relation with Rhaenyra, who she deeply loved, despite all that happened. Aemond could not understand how much she had on her plate of course, but he was empathetic enough to feel for her. He kneeled in front of her and kindly took her hands.

-I'm sorry Mother. If it is your wish, I shall go North.

She smiled softly and stroke his hair.

-I sometimes forget how much you've grown.. from this child I almost stabbed Rhaenyra's children for, you're now a man, and I know I can trust you.

He nodded his head and stood up.

He was going north.

Aemond left Kings Landing very early on the next day, Sir Criston Cole by his side. Alicent had insisted that he joined.

Although Aemond was truly sure he was best fitted for defending his blood from the Red Keep, he knew that bringing back strong allegiances was the key of their success, for Rhaenyra would attack, and she obviously would have many supporters.

Aemond had never been that up north. The first signs of snow took him out of his thoughts, and he looked around, taking in this very special atmosphere. It was dark yet not gloomy, it had a sens of secret, mystic.

The two men were welcomed at the main gate of Winterfell by the close court of Lord Cregan Stark. They looked very careful, unsure of what this Targaryen boy had in mind.

In the great hall of Winterfell, Lord Cregan was sitting on his throne, waiting for the young prince to state his will.

-My Lords, be assured that the passing of King Viserys is a tragic incident for all of us, up north. He was a good King, wise, measured and thoughtful. He will be missed.

Lord Cregan voluntarily marked a pause.

-My delegate in Kings Landing did inform me of the way things were.. managed. I must say, my Lord Aemond, it was rather unusual and if I may speak the truth, as us northmen are used to doing, not the cleverest idea.

Another pause. Aemond and Criston clenched their jaws. It didn't seem like the best place to look for allies.

-Yet, he bent the knee. Again.

Criston did relax a bit, but Aemond's sole eye was still sharply piercing Lord Cregan Stark's gaze. He finally spoke up :

-On behalf of my Mother the former Queen and of my King, Aegon the Second, I do apologize for such.. process, my Lord Stark. But these times are dark ones. We had to make sure my Father's will would be heard and respected. Many, you see.. doubted my Mother's word.

Lord Cregan smirked.

-Well, doubting it or not, Aegon the Second is King, isn't he ? So it's settled. - Settled. That's a bit hasty. You see..

As he was going to carry on, a woman entered the front door, slightly covered in dirt and her dark hair wet with snow. She was clothed for hunting and carried many weapons. When, as she was walking forward, she realized she interrupted something, she froze a second. Lord Cregan took upon him to explain.

-Y/N, finally. I sent for you to come back as soon and possible, and to inform you of our guests coming. - I'm very sorry Father, I didn't see anyone. But I'm back, I'll just get changed very quickly and be there in a minute. (She turned toward the two guests) My Lords, may you be welcomed in Winterfell.

She then vanished, leaving behind her a smell of grass and wood. Aemond couldn't stop staring at the door for a second, taking in the scent of this woman.

-I'm sorry, my Lords. We were informed quite late of your venue. My daughter was already gone in the woods. - Hunting ? Asked Criston. - Well, she usually brings something back if she sees it fit, but no. She is in charge of Winterfell's security. She was carrying out a recognition mission.

Aemond didn't say a thing. A woman, in charge of safety ? Carrying out missions ? Recognition ? A woman hunter was already something very odd in his world, but one with "men" responsibilities, granted directly by her Father..

Lord Cregan had given them some time off, asking for a little patience as he was gathering lords and advisers on the tough matters to be discussed. Aemond was wandering the halls of Winterfell, surprised that the castle was not utterly cold. He got out, on the rempart, and was met by the woman who previously entered the main hall.

-My Lord, are you lost ?

He could have sincerely said yes in many ways, but simply marked a polite pause before making a few steps toward her. He had been raised in the utter respect of Women, contrary to Aegon.

-I was simply looking around. This castle is nothing like I have seen before, in Kings Landing or in the Tides. - Much darker, I presume ?

He nodded a bit.

-But not in a bad way. Actually, Kings Landing may be bright, but the place is crawling with shadows.

She looked at him for a while. He was very mysterious, almost talking in riddles, but seemed like a descent person. Y/N was not a big fan of Targaryens, mostly because everyone North considered them unmoral and authoritarian, self-centered, power-driven. This one, she was intrigued by.

-Every castles has its shadows. We should be heading back. You didn't come for the great forests, after all.

He didn't answer and simply shifted backward to give her enough space to pass through. He then proceeded to follow her back into the main hall, where a large table had been placed, lords and advisers all around, waiting for the Dragon.

Lord Cregan introduced everyone, and then let Aemond speak of his cause.

-My Ladies, My Lords, I am here today on behalf of our King, Aegon the Second, and of our former King, Viserys. I, Aemond Targaryen, ask for your loyalty toward the Realm to be re-expressed, firmly and openly. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is likely to disrespect her Father's last will, and try to take power by force, storming Kings Landing and usurping the Throne. She must be fought. She seeks for nothing but fire and blood, war, solely to take over. I trust you will recognize the need to defend our Seven Kingdoms against illegitimacy and deceit.

He sat back down. Everyone was glancing around, not quite daring to say a word.

-My Lord Aemond..

The voice came from a Lord introduced as the protector of territories nearer to the Wall.

-We cannot help but wonder why, Princess Rhaenyra would believe in such.. will. Our King Viserys did nothing but remind us of his desire to see his firstborn daughter rise, from Lords swearing allegiance to expressing her children's right to the Driftmark throne. He.. I mean, without meaning any offense my Lord, but Aegon Targaryen has never been... claimed by King Viserys.

Criston Cole squeezed his swords' knob with anger, but Aemond was still.

-Do you know how I lost my eye, my Lord?

Silence.

-The night Laena Velaryon was sent back to the Gods, I went straight to Vhagar, the largest living dragon alive, and claimed her. I rode this beast that night, and when I came back, the rest of the children were waiting for me to surrender her to them. This night, not only did I make sure Vhagar would be mine and mine only, but I defended what I truly believe in.

Heavier silence.

-Rhaenyra's children are nothing but bastards, and she conducted herself as a shame for her name, for her Father's legacy. Her and Daemon Targaryen were already mating when she was just a girl. Do you really want such people to represent the Sevens ? Do you want a woman who made sure her ... husband.. would never reappear, to be crowned Queen ? Honestly, my Lords, if it was just a question of man or woman, Lady Rhaenys would have be named Queen long time ago. But it's not. It's about temper. And the Black Queen has the temper of a delusional, privileged, war-mongering shameful fool. I'm not surprised that my Father didn't switch his position toward her, she would have completely lost it if he did, and King Viserys was wise. He knew he had to wait that last, very last second to trust his beloved, faithful, moral wife, with his true will : save the Kingdom from his daughter and preserve true blood.

No one spoke up or even moved, too shocked to function. Aemond's words were to be though about, and he had placed much confusion in these people's minds. He turned his gaze to Y/N, who was sitting by her Father's side. She didn't break contact, her face so still it was purely impossible to know wether she was agreeing or not.

The talks after that lasted for a long time. Aemond and Cole surprisingly let the Lords and Ladies speak up their minds, even when coming very close to what could be considered treason. Y/N was observing, letting her Father lead the Stark family. She kept glancing at the silver haired boy, strangely attracted by his coldness.

Later that evening, after food was served and wine eased the mood, Y/N excused herself and left the room, moving quickly in the halls to get lower and lower, towards a secret exit. As she was putting on some protections and fetching her main weapons, she suddenly felt a presence and turned around quickly, meeting her opponent's sword with hers.

It was Aemond Targaryen, looking at her with that ever piecing eye. She put back her sword and kept on preparing herself, until the Prince took a few steps, blocking the exit door.

-What are you doing, exactly?

Her tone was nothing ceremonial, almost rude.

-Tonight is not a night to be going out alone in the woods, my Lady. Much has to be discussed yet. - My Father is well-suited for these talks, I don't think my opinion is required. Please, move away, my Lord. - I will not.

She sighed and shook her head slightly.

-What is it you want, then ? -Your opinion.

She closed her eyes for a moment, sighing more heavily while deciding to remove her gear and head back into the castle, not looking back as she knew Aemond was following closely. She entered her quarters and went straight to serve herself and the Prince cups of light wine. She then sat by the fire, handing him his cup.

-My opinion, huh?

He nodded, the flames dancing in his eye.

-My opinion is that from what I heard, your brother will be a terrible King, where Rhaenyra and Daemon have proven to be worthy of power. Actually, I would have loved for your Mother to be Queen, if it was only based on ability. But since it's not..

She leaned toward him, her face close to his.

-I would rather bend the knee to someone who seem fit for it.

Her honesty could literally cost her life, but Aemond was waiting for nothing less. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and her scent was filling his nose, as she was so close to him. He took it in, taking a long breath, and closing his eye. He then, slowly, very slowly, put his cup down and proceeded to remove his eye patch, letting Y/N discover his true face. A few seconds passed, silent and heavy.

-Aegon is no King material.

He opened his eye again, his scar seeming to move.

-But I am.

Y/N had to remember to breathe, as all this talk was a scandal in too many ways to count.

-You're not even close in line. If Rhaenyra didn't exist, your brother and sister's children would be first. - True. - What's the meaning of all of this ? Why do you ask these questions ? And why do you tell me that ?? - I'd like your support. - I'm not the one deciding for Winterfell's support, my Father is in charge. - I'm not talking about Aegon versus Rhaenyra. This he can deal with. I want your support. Toward me.

His words were spoken with such care, calmness. He was looking at her not as a politician but as a man. Maybe for the first time in his life, he didn't quite know wether if was looking for allies of power or allies of heart.

-You sure are a special man.. She said, looking suspiciously at him. - But I must say.. I'm kind of tempted.

END OF PART 1. Let me know if you enjoyed it :) Part 2 if required

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Playing with Dragons (DAEMON/RHAENYRA/JACE/AEMOND/AEGON II X FEM READER) MODERN AU! - CHAPTER II

Summary: Living among the Targaryen’s may not be an easy task, even more so when the dragons want a piece of meat in common

TW (For Now): Incest, mention of drug, mention of bullying (nothing graphic), mention of school fights, mention of when korea was a Japanese colony

Word Count: 1,805 words

Tag List: @darksat6rns , @arielj (comment for you to be added)

A/N: English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors.I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them.

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-Strong, watch where you're going -he scolds the youngest for breaking the beige vase on the hall table

-Calm down pirate, they didn't hear.

That's when they both heard footsteps, Jace ducked behind the Greco-Roman pillar of the entrance hall, and Aemond rolled his only eye. He looked at you and saw your wet clothes

-Why is it wet?

-Aegon pushed me in the pool. And you broke the vase?

-No, it was Vermax. That golden retriever won't sit still, looks like Jace if he were a dog.

-Vermax is here and Jace is not... strange

You cell phone rang upstairs, you excused yourself and went to get him. Looking on the screen you saw his name and didn't want to answer, he let you down a lot and you knew that you deserved much more than a boy who called himself a man. Men are never worth the air they breathe and that's why you're only involved with one your whole life.

Looking at your bed you saw that the quilt was damp, so you took it off and put it in your bathroom hamper. You went to your closet in the hope that some old clothes would fit you since the ones from the trip were being washed and you saw a green box in the Puff of your closet with a note

“I'm glad he's back, everyone missed him and felt a bit aimless at first. You mean a lot to us, and this is our gift to you. Use whichever you prefer on Saturday. XOXO Alicent”

Opening the box, you saw a red Vinyl dress, a green dress like Evelyn Hugo and of course a black coatdress. You smiled and happy for her choice, surely Helaena and Baela had a hand in it. Being Baela a big fan of Evelyn Hugo because in her view, Hugo was a powerful, feminist woman who got everything she wanted.

You found black tailored pants and a white blouse in your closet, choosing which would fit you comfortably.

After the bath you allowed to go to the library and on the way you saw a big picture with the whole family, you saw Aemond and Jace each on your side in the photo and Helaena behind you. That's how your childhood was, you were glued to the three of you and you always got into trouble like the time Jace and Aemond put a frog on the head of a Daemon who was sleeping in the living room chair and you and Helaena made sure to scream as loud as possible to scare the elder

As a result, everyone ran and hid in one of the passageways of the Red Keep, Daemon couldn't be mad at you and Helaena but the boys would be dead if Viserys hadn't intervened.

You held back your laughter until you felt two big hands on your waist, ready to elbow you until a voice whispered:

-I missed you.

And now you took the elbow, Jace could be a jerk when he wanted to, and you were taking it out.

-Tried to hide behind the pillar.

You turned to him who was leaning against the wall with his hand on the rib where you hit him, and he laughed. He thought obviously you saw him; you loved Sherlock Holmes since he could talk.

-So, you saw me?

-His perfume was in the air, Vermax wasn't inside the house and Aemond insisted on calling you a dog out of nowhere, something he would do in front of you for fun. There was no need to see.

- So, you know my perfume?

- That ego is too high. Lower it.

He chuckled and walked over, you just walked into the library with him behind you. He and Aemond always did that

- Why do you follow me around like a puppy? -you question him while looking for a book on the shelf and he keeps following you.

-Because I'm your puppy.

-How beautiful, will you bark when I ask?

-Your orders, dear

You turned to him with a questioning look, and he just smiled crossing his arms in front of his body.

-I hear you're going to work with your mother. Why just her? You could go with me to the computing side.

-Because your mother is beautiful, kind and a great friend. And I have a degree in international relations, that is, only in the foreign market since I am not a diplomat or anything else

-Sometimes I think you already had an affair. They are very close even when you were far away.

-Jace, your mother is almost 37 years old and as much as she is beautiful, she will soon be my boss.

-This looks like a Wattpad fanfic

-Jace... do you read fanfic?

-No, but Baela reads. I took her cell phone logged into the TV in the Red Keep room

-Cruel, my boy is a spy.

-I don't need a lot of effort. I also learned that we would have new investors in the game development sector, two Japanese, one Korean and three Chinese.

-Technology in Asia is another world. It's a vast and wide area, which must be why Samsung is a South Korean brand. Its value for money is great and reaches people from all social classes around the world, for having excellent quality products no matter how much you can pay.

- I think you'll like to meet them. They are at Daemon's hotel for a meeting on Monday.

-Hotel? when that old man was going to tell me. Targaryen, Lannister and HighTower make this city and six more, spin, half the city has some property of ours.

-What does Viserys always say?

-” The only thing that does not devalue in the stock market is land, property. Always invest in land”

-Rhaenyra will take you to the meeting.

-Don't you think it will be chaotic? By the historical past of these investor nations.

-I think they'll forget about pride.

-In the historical period Japan didn't allow South Korea to use their own language because words are power, and they didn't want power in the hands of the Koreans. This is not something to forget.

Saturday morning, 11 hours before family dinner:

Aemond was arriving at the office and saw Aegon smoking at the window on the third floor from the security cameras. He went up the elevator and entered the room, stepping hard and making Aegon startle.

-Let's be clear, you're not bringing any more weed or anything. You may die from drinking, but not drugs, Aegon. You are already adult enough to understand that one wrong word, one wrong action can send our family to the bottom of the well!

He took the joint from Aegon and threw it away making Aegon stare at him in bewilderment, Aegon smiled and Aemond wished his eyebrow at him.

-At least I smoke, half of the celebrities' smoke, but you... little brother, you've been in love with our cousin for over nine years. Incest isn't common, is it? The only one who could have something on her would be Jace or Rhaenyra, since they don't share the same blood.

-Shut up before I throw you out the window

Aegon held his hand in surrender and mocked Aemond with a smirk on his face. Aemond was lucky for the face control, so Aegon didn't notice that it really bothered him. Aemond walked out and headed towards his own room, but Rhaenyra saw her distressed half-brother on the way and went to his room.

-What ails you, brother?

-Nothing, but it bothers me Aegon being that idiot.

-He's just immature with a lot of traumas, at least that's what Yn says. You know, she sees right through people.

Rhaenyra saw her brother's expression change at the mention of her second cousin's name. She thought knowing what emotion had, even jealous she asked the youngest if he was going to ask Yn out.

-And why would I ask?

-Aemond, a wall can see that you like it. It's not something you need to hide, at least not from me.

-You like her, sister. It's pretty obvious.

-The main subject is you and her, not me and her. And Jace is inside too.

-And that doesn't bother you?

-We are adults, Aemond. And she is our family, we must be mature when choosing her, that is, if she really chooses someone from the family. Take her home after dinner, maybe you guys get away somewhere.

And before Aemond could protest, Rhaenyra was gone.

-Way down we go

The blonde sighed as he gave a feel for the paperwork that should be organized for Monday's meeting. He and Nyra would be the main attendees at the meeting with Asian investors. He found himself thinking from time to time of Yn, happy that the eldest was back, but with a certain sinking in his heart of the probability of not being reciprocated.

There are those who say that he and the older woman are similar in terms of their behaviour around strangers, acting cautiously and suspiciously, their way of walking, stepping firmly and clearly, always running away with their heads held high and their noses in the air. But unlike Aemond, Yn never put her head down for anyone and defended her point of view at all costs, in time Aemond took this from her.

But privately, with the Targaryen brothers and Strong, Yn was more open and joking, even though they said she always seemed serious. Her protectiveness was also acute when it came to who messed with her family.

When she was 11 years old and Aemond 10 there were some boys from school teased him about his eyepatch, Yn had a backpack full of books that day, so she hit the main boy who tormented her with the backpack and then he got punched in the nose.

All this in the schoolyard in front of everyone, and Daemon was called out at school that day for being Yn's guardian, but he only knew how to laugh at the injured boy and be proud of Yn. Aemond found out like this, that you never mess with someone Yn cares about. Yn didn't get in too much trouble because being a Hightower and your guardian a Targaryen, you become practically untouchable.

-If I fell, you fall.

She said this to the boy who had his nose bruised by her punch, he lowered his head as Yn passed by. One thing that never crossed Yn's mind is why Daemon has her custody, she never knew any of her parents, she only knows that Daemon adopted her, but it was never known why, when and how he did it.

The Targaryen family had many secrets, but you hardly think about this

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