Okay just coming to add into this crack ship that I absolutely ADORE.
So what happened in Storm’s End still happens, Vhagar still ends up with his Arrax Ala Carte meal with a side of Lucerys. But Aemond is horrified by what happens, he didn’t realise he didn’t actually want to kill Lucerys until AFTER he dies. Aemond confesses to his mother what happened and he looks so lost and filled with so much grief, he doesn’t know WHY he’s crying all he knows is that Lucerys is dead. His nephew is dead, the small, bright boy that followed him around the Red Keep like a little lost puppy during their youth is dead.
Alicent listens and for the first time in her life she makes a decision for herself and for her children.
She’s seen what politics and her father has done to her children. Halaena can barely stand her touch, Aegon drinks and whores himself to an early death, and here is Aemond. Her sweet, dutiful boy desperately holding on to her hands, broken and down on his knees as he mourns for the nephew he claimed he HATED.
Looking at him now, she finally understands why Lucerys’ death affected Aemond so much. Why it looks like the world has fallen down on him and why it feels like his heart was ripped out of his chest.
It’s because that’s exactly what she felt staring at Rhaenyra after her father announced his intentions towards Alicent.
Her boy had killed the love of his life and nothing could be done to undo it.
Lucerys is dead, Aemond is a shell of his former self and she knew that if she didn’t do anything the realm would be plunged into a war that had never been theirs to fight. Alicent makes a decision then and there, she would save her family. She moves quickly and in secret, it’s almost offensive to know how little Otto Hightower sees his daughter as a threat. A mistake really, Otto Hightower dies a painful death one night and the maesters declare the cause of death as a bursted belly and if the Queen Dowager and maesters say so then who were they to argue? She send a raven but doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, instead she drags Aegon and convinces Aemond to bring them to Dragonstone.
Up in the air, she imagines she’s on a different dragon, sitting with a different dragon rider with paler hair and lilac eyes she’s spent her entire youth gazing into, flying up up and away to see the great wonders across the narrow sea and eating only the tastiest cakes.
The gentle nudge from Aemond breaks her away from her daydreaming and brings her back to the present. They had expected the open hostility and the guards waiting for them, swords raised as they landed on the ground. But Rhaenyra has always been kind, even with red rimmed eyes and grief sitting heavily on her shoulders she allows them to speak and explain. Aegon bends the knee, Aemond bends the knee, Alicent bends the knee and Rhaenyra is crowned Queen.
It does not fix everything, does not bring back Lucerys or heals the grief felt greatly by those who loved him but it does stop the Dance.
Aemond thinks his sister a nobler woman than all the men in the realm combined. She does not ask for his head, despite Daemon and Jacaerys’ demands, instead she strips him off his title as Prince and exiles him and Vhagar from Westeros. Aemond does not think the punishment too harsh or too much, in fact he felt as if his sister had given him a slap on the wrist. If you asked him, no torture, no beheading, no eye mutilation would ever be too much for what he did to Luke. Besides, he was never planning to stay. The Red Keep is no longer home, gone are the halls that were once filled with Lucerys’ laughter and the rooms that were brightened by Lucerys’ smile are dulled, the castle is empty. Silent.
Aemond spends his years flying from place to place, lost and aimless. He spends his years mastering the art of the sword, learning new cultures and languages, and mourning Lucerys. He carries Lucerys’ memory with him like a gaping wound, raw and painful. Losing his remaining eye would have hurt less.
If there was one consolation, Aemond thought, at least he died hating me.
“It’s exactly what I deserve.”
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ok hear me out ,, I don’t know whether you liked CRA or not, but recently rewatching it gave me an idea ! modern AU aemond (or whoever ur feeling) x reader inspired by CRA. you’ve got the family drama, the family slag (aegon) , the only tolerable family member (halaena or maybe even laena) and there’s so many members of this family i feel like it could work rlly well. alicent being the mother aemond takes reader to meet (this is a first since maybe aemond hasn’t had many serious relationships) . the whole hightower targaryen velaryon family is LOADED and reader is just this final year college student (or maybe she has a job) and she’s totally at a loss lol
idk who would be getting married (maybe rhaenyra or an oc!) but i just think the whole thing sets up really well
Ok I like it, Picasso!
I have other stuff to finish, but modern Aemond is interesting to me. Probably bc Aemond in general is lmao. I would want to have something to differentiate it from osftsb. Though I do imagine that reader maybe having money (not to the targs degree obvi…maybe her parents are doctors or tenured teachers idk bc dance is expensive). But yeah I’d want something there to set it apart
But I think it would be fun to write Alicent being a bit cold. Like that’s MOTHER, and I think she has so much empathy, even when she shouldn’t. so it might be fun to have her be a bit calculated when it comes to her kids… especially Aemond, who’s her baby.
Random but I think them meeting through the an unlikely source would be cute. Maybe a grease sort of situation where Aemond goes on vaca with the targ kids (their parents: viserys Alicent laena and daemon nyra and harwin) make them bond. And they meet there but think it’s gonna be a fling. She ends up going to one of laena’s art gallery openings (laena is an artist in my head) and sees Baela/rhaena hmmm. Just a thought
Or fashion student rhaena asks reader to model clothes for her.
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❦ @thaneirstaer cont from here.
Her eyes briefly glanced down at his offered hand before she daintily reached out to take hold of it with her own, though she held it there for a moment longer than one might expect, “Halaena, Lady Halaena Softsorrow. I am sure the pleasure is all yours.” She cooed with the barest of smiles before she brought her hand back to rest upon her collarbone.
“A portal to the void, that does sound like you have quite a few stories to tell. I myself was never interested in the magicks that the dark whispers have to offer, but to each, his own. . .” Her shoulders shifted as she shrugged lightly, speaking honestly about the darker arts never weighed heavily upon her. Why would it? She was, after all, clearly plagued with undeath and did little to hide it at this point.
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