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Hello, I really like the green divider you made on the Winter Aespa moodboard 🙈 Do you have any other dividers you made? Sorry the English is a bit unclear, I used Google Translate hahaha
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i literally dont know how to make deviders, but here are the ones i made in the past!! it’s really messy and ugly imo, so i never use it in my posts 😭😭 but i’m so glad someone liked the winter one <33 all of them is a bit inspired by @/plutism i’m pretty sure,, also so sorry for the late respond!!
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hello ! do you have anything star-shaped ? :>
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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version
Aemond x reader
Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection
Cool devider credits: firefly graphics
🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.
🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.
🔷Wordcount :5393
🔷Warnings: It is not a very dark or triggering fic. If you found something that upsets you, however let me know ill change the warnings
The life you had before the palace was as a child’s coloring book before growing up. You didn't bother about crossing over the lines, no one told you to stop adding hats to the animals you coloured in, or to stop using so much pink and glitters. There was no line you could cross, no scissors wrapped in papers who could cut you open without you realizing.
All of that changed for better or worse when you were selected for the Selection of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon or as he would soon be known under his ruling name, King Jacaerys Velyaron.
You never thought you would be selected. There are strict laws that only noble ladies from the minor houses can join the month-to-a-year-long competition where the Seven Kingdoms are introduced to his future bride.
It is more than a beauty pageant. The skills of each bride are tested. The selection does not require mere Valyrian blood or beauty alone anymore. It has become a deadly game full of manipulation, lies, tricks, schemes and plots. Things you know nothing of.
Your house is not as grand as Baratheon, or as rich as Lannister, your house…It has always been decent. Your parents sheltered you from court life and tried giving you a normal life, as normal as one could have with your titles. And now, it all would change
You sit in the dining room of the royal castle, known as the Red Keep. The castle has survived multiple wars, sieges, treasons and deaths long before any of its current inhabitants graced this world, and many more would follow before you all are bones.
In front of you is a silver plate with a spoon, a fork, a knife and a glass. You never knew you cutted your food wrong or that you lean that much with your elbows on a table until your princess training began.
It is all so terribly confusing. There are 35 girls here, and they want the same as you do. They want to be the one for Prince Jacaerys. They want to sit next to him at official functions and parties, they want one day to be his love, to continue his legacy and perhaps more than Jace, they want this glamorous life.
You tell yourself that this uneasy feeling, that you don’t quite belong here, will fade. It has to. These girls are all from higher noble houses and used to courtly manners and training. Of course you will be a bit out of place at first.
A gorgeous black-haired girl with a clear stag necklace with diamonds speaks up, rising from her chair as if she is already proclaimed queen. She turns to the woman who is tasked with guiding and teaching you all how to behave accordingly as the consort of the king. That lady is called Lady Aemma Arryn, yet you may refer to her as Lady Aemma or Lady Arryn.
The girl’s voice has a slight accent from the Stormlands. ‘’When will we meet the royal family?’’ You believe her name is Floris, but you are not sure. You become slightly worried by her question, as you are in no state of preparation to meet anyone or anything royal at all.
Your teacher sighs, annoyed by this question. ‘’Patience, girls. I won’t introduce you to any royal. Some of you can curtsy but others would fall flat on their faces.’’ She doesn't even glance in your direction. So why do you feel as if she speaks directly about you?
Floris nods to that with a sweet smile, her eyes blinking rapidly. ‘’That would be embarrassing.’’ She says, eying the girls around the table, including you. You pretend to be too busy with your glass to notice.
Lady Aemma smiles. ‘’Yes it would.’’ She says, with a thinly veiled laugh. ‘’For you it would be.’’ She adds with a charming smile.
A few girls giggle delighted by this spectacle and amazing comeback. Floris becomes furious and you fear that for now, Lady Aemma has made an enemy. ‘’Ladies, focus. Remember: You are always one step away from a scandal.’’ The grand doors of the dining room open.
35 heads turn at the same time, taking in the mysterious visitors. It is two young adult males, both dressed in black, with each a motorcycle helmet under their arms. One is slightly taller yet the smaller one stands out the most thanks to his cheekish, boyish and almost taunting grin.
Nervous chatter erupts among most girls, as they already seem to know who these two men are. You wonder if one of these two men is Jacaerys. The smaller one speaks, and despite the distance between you and him he speaks as if he is sitting right next to you, almost purring in your ear and sending shivers down your spine. ‘’I didn’t know the royal harem had been invited already.’’
You are offended by his comment and frown. The selection is not a harem. One girl will be chosen. One. This is nothing like a harem. The taller man remains silent, his expression unreadable as a book in a foreign language you only heard in a dream.
Lady Aemma smiles and for a moment you believe her. You believe she is happy to see both. Until the corners of her mouth slightly begin to hang in displeasure or perhaps pure disgust when she greets the man.
‘’Prince Aegon.’’ You slowly lift your elbows again from the table, quickly sitting straight. ‘’Forgive me, you nor your brother were expected back so quickly.’’ Aegon, or rather prince Aegon approaches the long table with 35 young women that stare at him as if he is a statue that has come to life.
Aegon takes no offense. ‘’It is no matter, Lady Aemma.’’ He makes sure to put a little extra effort on the lady word. ‘’You are getting old, after all.’’ Lady Aemma turns her head so he can’t see her scowl, very subtly before looking at the selected girls again.
She speaks to you all. ‘’Girls, this is Prince Aegon, and Prince Aemond. Please stand up for them, and make a curtsy as is custom.’’ You all stand up before following her orders, making a curtsy or a bow.
Aegon seems to enjoy the attention when his brother remains in the background, unaware of your gaze slowly shifting from Aegon's eyes to his own. When he finally notices your gaze, he scowls. Your smile dies and you turn your gaze to the glass in front of you. Aemond and Aegon leave soon after that, having caused quite the uproar among the selected.
The girl a few chairs away from you speaks, her blue and gorgeous dress reveals she is from either the Arryn, or perhaps a Velyaron. ‘’Is Jace just as pretty as them?’’ She wonders, her voice a little sigh of a girl slowly falling in love.
Lady Aemma scowls at her, before insulting the girl. ‘’Prince Jacaerys to you, and have some self-respect and decorum.’’ A few girls giggle, but you don’t join this time as you take in the sad smile of the girl, clearly embarrassed.
Two months in the selection and you feel less like a failure every passing day. One day, when you are busy practicing the dance of the dragons, Lady Aemma returns from her walk. Several girls who have been practicing break up their dances, but you and your partner keep engaged in the dance. The girl was shy at first, keeping her movements stiff and ungracious, but after your encouraging smile and jokes about how you look like a parrot when you dance, she has loosened up and dances as if she is the most free and spirited girl out there. Her name is Maris. You and Maris smoothly glide over the dance floor, leaving jealous eyes behind. Not jealousy aimed at you, but at Maris or the bond you two have. Lady Aemma quietly walks over, her hands folded in front of her blue dress when she takes in the movements you and Maris make, faithful to the waltz.
She smiles, nodding in slight approval. You are shocked and you can tell that Maris is too. ‘’Good, especially you, Lady Baratheon. You are a natural.’’ To you, she does not utter a word but gives you a warning glare before turning her head to the other girls. You and Maris finally break up your dance so you can listen to what Lady Aemma has to say.
She sighs, deeply and very unbecoming of a lady, before speaking. ‘’Ladies, it is with great displeasure and my greatest fear that I must admit to myself, and you all, as adults, that you are finally ready to meet what could become your future family in law, as well his royal highness, prince Jacaerys Velyaron.’’ You hear Maris gasp, as well as other girls who giggle and mutter excitedly. Lady Aemma glares at one girl who lets out an excited cheer. ‘’Do not make me regret this.’’ She warns the girl in particular.
That evening, you are prepared to meet the royal family. You are put in a silver coloured dress with transparent sleeves, befitting your house colors. The other girls are dressed as well, each in another dress with a different model. When the selection started you all were giving a tailor, a handmaiden, a team of make-up artists and dressmakers.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous to meet the royal family. They have a reputation for being intense people. They dislike outsiders joining their royal private circle, and for centuries banned people for even joining theirs. Now the rules have changed, and you are prepared for your meeting, hearing other girls talk with their teams.
Lady Floris Baratheon wears a dark black with gold gown, sleeveless with a huge diamond choker. Again, it would be a lie if you wouldn’t admit she wears it very well. She orders her maids to tighten her corset even more, before her small feet glide into her dark black heels.
You hear sniffs beside you, and turn your head to a gorgeous blonde crying girl in a red gown. Her make-up artist sighs. ‘’I can’t work like this. The girl keeps crying and it ruins the eyeliner I put on her.’’ Is he heartless? You feel conflicted as you take in her big puffy red eyes. She is upset.
The dressmaker does her best to comfort the girl, but fails miserably because of her annoyed glare and her tight pressed lips. ‘’You are ruining everything we worked so hard for with your tears.’’ She warns the girl.
That only makes the girl feel even more terrible. ‘’I don’t know. What if he hates this? What if he hates me?’’ Your chest tightens as you become worried about that too.
A woman with her gorgeous silver locks high up on a knot in the Valyrian style, approaches the girl, gently taking her hands into her own. ‘’He doesn’t know you, he can’t hate you yet.’’ She tells the girl, who slowly calms down because of this act of sincere genuine kindness. That is all she needed.
The girl continues giving her advice as you listen in on them, feeling terrible that you do so. ‘’Jacaerys is very kind, and takes his role and the selection very seriously. He will have a small talk with all of us. Just be yourself, Jace likes that the most.’’ She finally notices you listening in. Instead of glaring or snapping at you, she smiles. ‘’You look beautiful. Silver is your color.’’
You are speechless. The girl she helped, is not. ‘’Thank you, Lady Baela. You’re always very kind to me.’’ She sniffs. ‘’If my face wasn’t full of snot and ruined make-up, I’d hug you.’’
Lady Baela smiles, yet beams at the compliment before taking the girl’s hand. After Baela has cleaned her face for her, and put on a fresh layer of much less expressive make-up, she takes the girl by her hand. ‘’I’m simply speaking my truth, lady Dyana. Come, we’ll go in together. I met the royal family before. They are actually very nice.’’
Floris snaps her head to Baela, taking in her dark blue puffy gown as she scoffs, clearly hating the seahorses that are embroidered on it. ‘’Where the hell would a girl like you met the royals before?’’ She asks, her voice clearly jealous.
Baela smiles, sweetly. ‘’Be careful, Lady Floris. Green clashes with black.’’ She walks with Dyana to the people by the doors, to let them know they are ready. You smile, faintly until you notice Floris approaching you.
She takes in your plain silver dress. ‘’You’re the nameless girl.’’ That is one way to greet you.
You shrug. ‘’What if I am?’’
Floris sighs, deeply as if you are just stupid before giving you some friendly advice meant as a threat. ‘’Just don’t bother, dear. A prince like Jace wants a girl with a house, banners, and good men to fight his wars.’’
You might suck at dancing, at court manners, public speaking, but the history and the books? That is something you excel at. You turn your head. ‘’Lady Floris. Perhaps if you spent as much time with your nose in a book as you did making others feel miserable, you would know that the last time the Seven Kingdoms had a war was hundreds of years ago. I suggest you spent more time reading, no man likes a girl that can’t keep up with him.’’ A few girls overhear and giggle among themselves, as Floris becomes a dark shade of red. You let her be, before telling the crew you are ready as well.
You are let in at the same time as Dyana. You take a moment to take in the grand chandelier, dangling from the ceiling, the polished marble tiles and the buffet tables with delicious sweets and glasses of champagne. The curtains that cover the tall windows are in a red color with dark black details, and you hear a faint orchestra play an upbeat tune as the selected are paraded to the royal family.
You feel like you don’t belong here at all, suddenly. You and Dyana both approach the royal family. You will curtsy to every member, and when he has the time, Prince Jacaerys will formally meet his selected, making a conversation of about 3 minutes with every girl. You feel nervous, so you wonder how Lady Dyana is feeling. She must feel even worse. She is close to crying again. You wait for her to catch your glance. She finally looks at you, a little nervous and worried.
You wink at her, causing her to giggle loudly. The royals snap their heads in her direction, but Jace’s lips curl into an approving smile, before grinning back. Dyana makes a deep, beautiful curtsy for Jacaerys. He speaks to her, smiling as well, before likely asking what she was laughing about. Dyana nods to your direction and Jace follows her gaze to you. Jace nods as if he thanks you, before taking off with Dyana.
Your hand is grabbed and you are tugged out of the line by Lady Aemma. You smell her intense parfum as you are dragged to the side. ‘’I had hoped you learned by now.’’ She sighs, almost disappointed in you. She turns her body so she can look at you.
You blink, confused. ‘’Had learned what, Lady Aemma?’’ You ask, your voice soft. ‘’Dyana seemed nervous-’’
She grabs your shoulders, breaking protocol. ‘’These girls are not your friends, Y/N. They would throw you from the towers so they can hold Jace’s hand when he takes in your corpse. Every girl is here for herself. You should be too.’’ She warns you, but you are not angry. Just upset. Deep down, you know very well she is right. ‘’You are a sweet, genuine girl with a kind, gentle heart. It won’t lead you anywhere with this family. Take it from me. Kind girls, finish last.’’ She looks at King Viserys when speaking. ‘’If they reach the finish at all, that is.’’ You heard Floris once tell a story that Lady Aemma was a Queen once, but that Viserys degraded her because she could not deliver him a healthy child. Others say that Alicent used her dark magic on the king, breaking their relationship. So you don’t really know if there is truth to those rumors, and if so, how much truth.
‘’Come, Jacaerys is occupied, but the other members of the family must be greeted.’’ She takes you with her, walking you to the other members of the very well dressed royal family. ‘’May I present, Lady Y/N?’’ Princess Regent Rhaenyra is the first to address you.
Her dress takes your breath away, it is a dark black gown with red and golden details, but on her back are dragon wings. You drop in a low respectful curtsy before lowering your gaze. The princess smiles, approvingly before telling you to rise with a nod. ‘’My. Your dress is by far the simplest, but still the most beautiful out here. You must share your tailor with me.’’ She rambles excitedly. ‘’I love the little sparkles.’’ She seems like a sweet kind woman. You don’t understand why the media calls her cruel. ‘’And I saw what you did for your fellow selected. You have taken my interest, I don’t doubt you’ll hold Jacaerys soon as well.’’
You are brought before the king next, King Viserys. Aemma does not speak a single word, but you drop into another curtsy. The king speaks, and you worry for madness coming out. But it is far from madness. It is plain, true, as clear as a piece of well forged glass. ‘’It is a wonderful day, seeing a common girl grace the halls with the posture and decorum of a true born royal. Your kindness with the girl did not go unnoticed.’’ He speaks very kindly and you almost feel as if you are back at home again. He nods to Dyana who is now dancing with Jacaerys, in the waltz you practiced, not a care in the world. ‘’A ruler must have a kind heart, that beats for her people.’’
You are shocked and honored by his compliments. ‘’Y-your majesty, King Viserys. Your words honor me.’’ You speak, your voice touched by his kindness.
A sharp but elegant voice cuts in, interrupting you, protocol and the reality is brought back in. ‘’May I cut in?’’ A beautiful red haired woman in a dark green gown with sharp spikes smiles at you, and you know she is Queen Alicent.
Viserys nods, smiling as you gulp silently. ‘’Of course, dear. This is her majesty, Queen Alicent Hightower.’’ You make another deep curtsy, and you can’t understand why she is called a witch or worse in the media sometimes.
Alicent smiles at Aemma. Aemma smiles back, unchallenged. You can read rivalry and hatred in both their eyes. Until Alicent speaks. ‘’Surely your flock needs help? I’ll take over for you. She only needs to meet my sons and the little princes.’’ The flock, being selected girls. You feel insulted and a little frightened when Alicent takes you with her, not giving Aemma a chance to save you. She walks you to the two young adult men, no longer in leather and jeans, but in suit and tie. They look extraordinarily handsome, for sure. But you are not here for them.
Prince Aegon sighs, muttering to his brother how bored he is. Prince Aemond does not even respond, having his hands folded on the back of his suit jacket, and his good eye is aimed at you, and you alone as a bee in trance of a blooming flower. Aegon even waves his hand in front of Aemond’s good working eye, before Aemond snaps at him, likely telling him to behave. You find it wondrous how he is the youngest, yet act as the eldest.
Alicent presents you to her sons. ‘’Aemond, Aegon…’’ She glares at the latter, warning him with that. ‘’This is Lady Y/n.’’ You dip in another curtsy, smiling at both royals who do nothing to even acknowledge your existence.
The silence is painfully awkward as Alicent leaves. You speak, your voice soft and sincere. ‘’I am honored.’’
The eldest prince scoffs, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants. ‘’I imagine you would be.’’ You try to find your tongue, to say something sharp and witty but all that comes out is a very soft:
‘’Pardon?’’
Aegon laughs, gesturing around him. ‘’We are royalty, you are like a peasant. We are the lions, you are our gazelle.’’ You feel nauseous at that description, as if he can rip you to shreds.
You turn your head to the other prince who remains silent. The prince follows your gaze. ‘’Don’t talk to my brother, he is not very talkative. Unless you like to talk about ancient Dornish statues, or banter on endless debates about historic battles.’’ You would much rather be getting a drink, then to be in the crossfire between those two.
Aemond hisses, clearly a bit embarrassed in his rough voice. ‘’Aegon.’’
You see an opening. And so you take it. ‘’I quite like Dornish statues. My father is the patron of art conversionship in Sunspear.’’ Aegon bristles, scoffing when sipping his drink when Aemond looks at you as if he only sees you now for the first time. He sees the real you, for the first time. ‘’You do? You don’t…’’ He clears his throat. ‘’Find it boring?’’
Your father has been patron of persevering Dornish and other foreign cultural works, protecting it from greedy graverobbers and folks who think other people’s cultures belong in their own house. He makes sure the local museums display it, earn money from it and profit from it but most of all: That Dornish aritfacts remain in Dorne. Your dad does admirable work, some would call it boring, perhaps. But how else can you learn from history, if you don’t cherish and protect it?
Your words come blurting out, before you can stop them, quoting your father. ‘’Only a soul with little imagination would find history boring.’’ Aegon stops sipping his drink, looking at you with newfound interest. But Aemond has become absolutely silent, a smile on his pink soft lips.
You forgot yourself for a brief moment. These men are above you. ‘’I-..’’
The younger prince talks, his rough but soft voice leaving his mouth. ‘’I concur.’’ He nods, even. ‘’What is your favorite piece?’’ He brings his champagne glass to his lips before taking a sip.
You watch, before answering the question. ‘’It’s a cliche, but Nymeria’s statues, the ones that have been constructed by her family.’’ You tell him, with a dismissive little laugh.
The prince does not agree with you. ‘’Is it a cliche, or is it a classic?’’ You are dumbstruck at that comment, feeling all your wit leave your body. He smiles, reassuring that he does not find your interests stupid. And that is something no one else did before. He in fact, takes the bait and asks you things. ‘’The one’s at Sunspear or the one’s at Dornegarden? Of course, a lot of smaller statues have been build all over Dorne to honor her.’’ You are impressed by his knowledge.
You nod. Dornegarden is on your bucket list. ‘’Dornegarden’s are my favorite. The statues are so immensely huge, as if she is a goddess looking down at you.’’ You describe it the way your father described it to you.
Beyond his shyness you can see a small smile appearing, gentle as a first snowflake in november. ‘’Ah, I can see why you like her. She was clever, fierce and beautiful too.’’ You blush, unintended.
You know it is polite to ask, but part of you is dying to know. ‘’And yours?’’ Aemond opens his mouth but sadly, the pig that is his brother interrupts, ruining this precious moment and shutting Aemond up.
Aegon grins. ‘’He has a fascination for everything depressing, doomed and disastrous.’’ You try to think of a specific name that comes to mind. Isn’t all history depressing, dooming and disastrous, in certain ways?
‘’Oryn.’’ Aemond mumbles, quietly.
You hear it perfectly. If he were in a crowd of thousand screaming men, you would hear it just as clear. ‘’Oryn?’’ You find that an interesting intriguing choice.
Aemond nods, his silver hair going up and down.‘’Yeah.’’
‘’I like his statues.’’ You tell him. His temple was destroyed by his usurper, the king’s brother, when Oryn was cut in pieces. The foul king took Oryn’s wife as well.
The prince takes a bigger sip of his champagne, his body language suddenly tense and clearly distressed. ‘’You don’t have to lie to me. I know no one really gives a fuck about him.’’ He mutters as if he hates himself for caring as much as he does.
You step closer to the prince before speaking your truth. ‘’I’m not lying, his story is a tragedy but it doesn’t mean that the story isn’t worth telling. It has betrayal, brotherly love, devotion and romance. How can you not love it?’’ You bring out your smartphone from your handbag, showing Aemond a few photo’s your father sent on his recent travels. ‘’They found his grave recently. My dad was there when they cut the rock open.’’ Aemond’s mood changes back from sullen to excited, to impressed, yet still reserved.
‘’No way.’’ He murmurs, looking at the little screen as if it’s a diamond. ‘’Your father leads the expedition?’’ He sounds impressed, and you blush.
You know the Dornish would never. Too long, Westerosi grave robbers from the Crownlands have taken Dornish artifacts. ‘’No, the Dornish lead it themselves. Father simply is invited, because he protects the art faithfully. The Dornish have closed him in their hearts.’’
Aemond understands that, still his eyes are glued to your phone, taking in every detail on the dark photo. ‘’Oh, yes, of course.’’
He mutters to himself.‘’Where did they even find this?’’
You tell what your father told you. ‘’A farmer found it. Apparently his son was playing and saw a crack in a rock. They rolled the rock away, revealing a cave. Inside the cave, there was his tomb.’’ The rest of the world seems to fade when you and Aemond talk, the worries and fears of not fitting in miles away.
He grins, smiling, letting out a little chuckle. ‘’I love that. I doubt his brother knew of it. His supporters must have made it, after Oryn was slain.’’ His brother would be Prince Razar, the brother of Prince Oryn, and Princess Farya.
He is an Oryn supporter, so perhaps he likes to hear this as well. ‘’Dad says they found traces of Queen Farya. Flowers were left. They withered, but they are testing the remains. They think they already know it are Dornish daisies.’’ You tell him.
The simple grin he lets out does something to your heart. ‘’Her favorite, according to many poems out of that time.’’
You nod. ‘’Yes, exactly.’’
Aemond becomes a little more serious, still rambling on, happy to finally have found someone, anyone that listens. ‘’Do you think that she was even allowed to visit her brother’s grave? Or out of the palace?’’
You think deeply before speaking. You avoid his gaze. ‘’Perhaps in secret? When people are meant to be together…’’
He answers without missing a moment. ‘’They will find a way.’’ You smile at one another, both lost in each other’s eyes.
He breaks eye-contact, nodding to the phone. ‘’This is certainly amazing. Thank you for showing me this.’’
You take back your phone, putting it in the handbag. ‘’Have you ever been in Dorne, my Prince?’’ You wonder. Aemond seems to slightly blush.
He nods. ‘’Yes, many times. I go as often as my duties allow me.’’ You inwardly sigh, delighted. That must be so wonderful.
The prince then turns to look at you. ‘’And you?’’
You shrug, a little playing with your handbag.‘’It’s a heartwish of mine.’’ You confess.
Aegon makes a strange sound, startling you as if he is about to puke any moment. ‘’Give me a fucking bucket.’’ he comments, grumpily you both ignored him for so long. You feel embarrassed and mocked.
Aemond’s smile dies and he is back to hiding his emotions. ‘’Aegon, perhaps you can go get a drink?’’ He suggest, sweetly. Aegon nods, taking off. Once Aegon is gone, he turns to you. ‘’I apologize for him. We had such a lovely conversation and now its ruined.’’ You nod, but part of you is worried the conversation isn’t allowed.
You try to give him some advice, though. ‘’Don’t be. He is your brother, but you don’t control him.’’
He seems dumbstruck by those words, staring at his empty champagne glass. ‘’Hm. I’ve been apologizing for his behavior before I was old enough to walk.’’ He mutters.
You smile, faking a bit of a stern glare causing him to chuckle. ‘’Well, maybe you should stop apologizing.’’ You mean it. He is not responsible for Aegon.
The prince nods, as if you have given him a lot to think about. ‘’Maybe I should.’’
You notice the Prince, Jacaerys has joined you, listening in with his hands folded on his back. You notice the seahorse pin on his chest.‘’Ahum.’’
You dip in a curtsy. ‘’Your highness.’’
Jacaerys ignores you, staring at prince Aemond. ‘’Uncle.’’
‘’Nephew.’’
You notice another rivalry, unfolding right before your eyes. You wish to leave, right now.
Jacaerys speaks, his voice taunting but soft. ‘’Thank you for keeping Lady Y/n occupied when I spoke to the other ladies. It is her turn now, however.’’ Aemond lifts his chin as if he wants to speak, but changes his mind.
‘’Of course.’’ And with that, he lets you go. You turn on your heel, walking back to Aemond. ‘’It is always nice to talk with someone about history.’’ You thank him with that and smile. He doesn't smile. He does not even glance at you, anymore.
All you get is a vague, disinterested ‘’Hm.’’
The prince takes you with him, walking to the buffet before offering you a glass of champagne. ‘’Did he hurt you?’’
He casually asks between filling the glasses.
You are confused. ‘’Who?’’
He shrugs, as if it's obvious. ‘’Aemond?��’
You become even more confused. ‘’No?’’
Jace leans in a little closer. ‘’You must know, it is inappropriate for any selected to have another lover. It can lead to disqualification or worse, punishment.’’ He warns you, kindly of that. You know he does not mean to harm or threaten you.
You nod, thankful but you do want to clear things up.‘’I didn’t know that. But Prince Aemond and me only talked about Dornish statues.’’ Not very romantic, so why does your heart beat so fast?
Jacaerys scoff. ‘’Statues?’’ You can see that Aemond is likely the only history buff in his family. That must be lonely.
You smile, telling him the same thing you told Aemond. ‘’Yes, in Sunspear-’’
But this time, you get a deep sigh before Jace even rolls his eyes. ‘’Don’t you want to talk about something more exciting?’’ He suggests.
You feel as if you have been hit in the face. You feel rejected and foolish. ‘’Like what?’’
He shrugs. ‘’Most girls tell me of their house, or their horses.’’ Their horses? You hear yourself think, and its not a pleasant thought. How…dull? And all of them? You bet that Floris told them to bring it up.
You repeat after him. ‘’Horses?’’
‘’You don’t like horses?’’ He asks. Horses terrify you.
‘’I don’t dislike them.’’ You say and it's the truth. Horses are beautiful from a distance. You just don't want to ride them. Or talk about them. ‘’I don’t like talking about horses. I don’t want to have dull meaningless conversation with you.’’
Jace straightens his back. ‘’That is part of your job, should you become my queen.’’ You feel your lips hang in a sorrowful line and for the first time you wonder if this is what you really want.
Jace notices your mood change quickly. ‘’But it's alright. We can talk about something else too. What is your favorite sweet?’’
You nod, accepting his attempts at winning your heart. ‘’I like cupcakes.’’ Jacaerys takes a chocolate cupcake for you from the impressive cake stand, looking at it very briefly, inspecting it before handing it to you. ‘’These are my favorites. I have yet to taste anything else that taste as good as these.’’ That sounds promising. You clumsily bite the cupcake off, tasting the surprisingly good white chocolate filling. It tastes as good as he said it would, and your argument from earlier vanishes as snow that is basked in sunrays. ‘’It is really good.’’ You say, licking your fingers off when you think no one is watching. Jacaerys is amused by your actions, before slyly doing the same.
Jacaerys seems a bit nervous, before he sighs after you both have finished your cupcakes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a little mean about Aemond earlier. I’ve been hearing disturbing news about him and his brother. I don’t see you girls as my cattle or my livestock, but I do feel responsible. You are here under my roof, for me. You put up with etiquette and court rules for me, the very least I can do, is protect you from men that want to harm you.’’ You notice your gaze swift between Jace and Aemond, who is now talking with an unknown silver-haired woman in a luscious green gown. That must be Helaena.
You feel foolish you even entertained the prince that long, or talked with them. ‘’Do you think Aemond is that malicious?’’You wonder.
Jace does not need long to answer that question. ‘’I know he is. They both are. If you are important to me, he wants to destroy you.’’ You find that a little extreme but Jace’s stern glare tells you there is nothing funny about this. ‘’Just be careful, Y/N. That’s all I ask.’’ And you nod, obedient as a good girl would. But your gaze kept stealing peaks at the forbidden prince, however.
This is part one, for now.
I hope you all liked it
Its different than what i usually write.
Reblogs/comments are welcome!:))
#hotd#hotd fanfiction#hotd fanfic#hotd smut#aemond targaryen#aemond#aemond one eye#hotd x reader#hotd x you#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond fic#aemond fanfiction#hotd x oc#aemond x oc#aemond targaryen x reader
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━"You again?"
━Tw: None
━Notes: How the egos (no Anti this time) would react to meeting you beyond just the first interaction in AHWM. You'll see what I mean as you read
━Song: "Choke" By IDONTKNOWHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME
MARKIPLIER
I mean there's not much to say
Why do you think you're on the hiest with him? This most certainly isn't your second time comiting crimes with him
You guys have known each other for a while now
Well enough to recall Mark's many tales of his Dig Dig Dig competitions in full detail at least
Friends I suppose? Not like, friendship-bracelet-level-friends (although Mark secretly made a pair and is trying to work up the courage to give it to you) but you're both a nice pair :)
DARKIPLIER
Being stuck in a loop with him isn't as fun as it sounds. If it even sounded fun in the first place that is-
If there's even a chance that he finds you tolerable, you'll be able to find some peace at the end of the loops
If you make the right moves, there is a chance you could get unintentionally close to Dark in your own way
Not much to go off here thought since he's just a demonic soul looking to get away with all this
My only words for you are good and luck
WILFORD
Oh he's overjoyed to see you again!
Wilford might have a habit of murdering people wether that be on purpose or accident, but oh boy is he enthralled to see your face again!
He's running up to you, holding onto his pink wig so it doesn't fall off in an attempt to crush your bones with a bear hug
"Oh sugarplum it's such a sweet treat to see you hear again!"
Very happy to have you
At the end of the night he drags you out onto the town for some disguised disco dancing >:)
You just end up dragging his drunk ass home in the end
YANCY
Hes surprised you came back to see him after escaping the jail
You had used the key he'd given you at your last meeting together to get in the jail
So slipping into his cell while his bunkmate was sleeping was a breeze
Yancy looked up at the sound of you hauling yourself onto his brd
(He had tried to threaten you with a plastic fork unknowingly at first, but denys that happening)
After he realizes its you though he drops it
"(Y/n)! Oh boy youse has no ideas how happy I am to see youse!"
"Hello to you too Yancy. Do anymore musical numbers while I was gone?"
The inmate is overcome with with joy after you reveal that you came bearing gifts from the outside world
It was just a light up keychain and a bag of candy but he still loved them nonetheless
"Ah I knew youse was a good one (Y/n)!"
"Thanks Yancy. You're not do bad yourself :)"
ACTOR
Disappointed that it's you and not an oscar
Complains for a bit before rolling his eye and practically dragging you along by the scruff of your neck, taking you whether you like it or not
"Well, If I'm going to be found I might as well have a co-star with a familiar face. How do you feel about being a love interest? Who am I kidding. You'd be honored!"
ILLINOIS
The dubious explorer is so smug when he sees you agaib
Illinois didn't think he would ever see you again after the, hem, Cursed Monkey Incident
But here you are! Back next to the rugged adventurer
"Ah (Y/n)! Lovely to see you again darlin! You just couldn't stay away from the ol Illinois charm eh?"
Your time spent with him is devided between being an apprentice/accomplice to his crazy travels, and being flirted with the other half
You can't even get any sleep with how kich this guy will flirt and talk to you
Not that you mind of course. I mean, you did come back for a reason :)
WOOOOO FIRST OFFICAL THINGY OUT
-WayToSarcastic
#dark#darkiplier x reader#darkiplier#dark x reader#mark x reader#markiplier x reader#markiplier#mark#yancy x reader#yancy#anti x reader#anti#antisepticeye x reader#antisepticeye#wilford warfstache x reader#wilford warfstache#wilford#wilford x reader#actor mark#actor x reader#actor#illinois#Illinois x reader#illinois x reader
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HAIII MISS CALICO FOR STARTERS NEW BOTS R ALL BANGERS THANK U FOR FEEDING US AGAIN💥💥
SECOND OF ALL . do youuuuu maybe have any tips for making cai bots :33 i've been considering getting into making bots but ,,,,ahhhhggg i have no clue where to even start tbh >__<
HAIII HEEELO !! HEHE THANK U !!!! IM SO HAPPY U ENJOY ALL MY NEW BOTS EEEE <33 ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
ANDDD YESYESS I DOO!!
HEHE I had a tut I made quite a while back on how to make botz but honestly . . . i don't follow that anymore, like at all LMFAO the new way i make em helps a ton with makin them better to transport into jai/sillytavern because of lower tokens :3c
SOSOSOO I'll go over basically literally EVERYTHING i do to make bots hehe :3c
๋࣭ ⭑ 0.5 . !!
- I have a notion page, this is really optional but it helps so much with organising bots and like keeping track of ideas and brainstorming!
I like make a section with a drop down about an idea I have and let myself expand upon the idea, keeping everything neatly jotted down :3c
You tap/click on the plus and scroll down until you get this option!
(Toggle List)
then you likr drop it down and do this sort of thing hehe
THATS OPTIONAL BUT... It helped so much :3c and you can devide it up into sections to help productivity like checkmarks for icon, long desc, short desc, so on!
๋࣭ ⭑ 1 . !!
- For bot icons ohmygod. grabs ur shoulders.. bigjpg + polarr (mobile polarr, pc polarr is shit LMFAO) are uour best friends!!!
bigjpg helps you enlarge icons to make them more clearer I usually do x4 -> medium noise removal or whatever it's called !!
and for polarr on the home page has a LOTT of really good filters others have made but also making filters is so fun too!! Just experiment a lot i'd say :3c
(A good filter i've loved and was like the first one i used is called cruel summer with like the ballet shoes emoji!! it looks SOOO GOOD with enstars cards!!!)
YEA AFTER THOSE ...
๋࣭ ⭑ 2 . !!
OKAY so for C.AI I tend to go about filling out the sections with whatever I feel motivated with; often going pfp -> definition -> long desc -> short desc -> start message , but it changes from person to person with whatever you feel best with! :3c
I can't offer much help with starting messages as I don't like doing them, but i'd say what works best imo is writing from the character's perspective or a third person with a bias towards the character, instead of the {{user}} as if you write a lot of {{user}}'s own perspective in example messages, the bot may continue to write for {{user}} in the roleplay- some people enjoy this so it depends on how you want the bot to reply but i find it breaks the immersion .. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
As for short desc - make it interesting! what i try to do mostly is describe the bot in a few words, or try to summarise the character and the dynamic between the {{user}} and character! :3c
And for the long desc; I try my best to get all the vital information, which needs to be kept in the bot's memory the most in it! For example; this is what I did for my Foxboy Kohaku!
And then the definition section...!
In the past I used W++ Which was where you'd go
{["Name" ("Rinne Amagi")
so on, so on!
But i've found that this is a bit inconvinient with J.AI as all the extra characters take up so many tokens which make a bot start to loose memory faster! I think C.AI might also struggle with it so I sort of found a middle ground hehe :3
this is the base:
[ Name:
Age:
Gender: - / pronouns
Appearance:
Personality:]
And filled out, It looks like this!
[ Name: Kohaku Oukawa
Age: 16
Gender: Male - He/Him pronouns
Appearance: Kohaku has short, light pink hair that reaches his shoulders, with bangs swept to the side, with a sharp lilac gaze, pointed into a natural glare. He doesn't wear any clothes due to hating the feeling of them on his skin, hybrids hypersensitive to clothing and materials they're made out of.
Kohaku is mostly human however has fluffy long fennec fox ears, a bushy tail and natural sharper fangs.
Personality: Kohaku is very mature for his age, coming off usually very polite and cordial , however often holding people at arm's length. He does, however adore {{user}}, the person he secretly has feelings for yet is unwilling to admit our of embarrassment.
During his rut, he tries to stay away from them, knowing he'll be overwhelmed by their scent, lying and making up pathetic excuses to not be around them, to even getting angry, though it often just looks like cute little whines. He comes off very bratty during his rut as he tries to deny how much he loves {{user}}.
He has very keen senses that make him acutely aware on whenever {{user}} has been around another hybrid, his jealousy oftentimes taking over.]
You can use a lot more detail in it and also note little character quirks after the personality section!
This isn't a set in stone template and feel free to modify it however you want, this is just what works best for me! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ
And then do like two enter spaces, and then you train the bot! It sounds like it's hard work but it's just doing the 'insert a chat with ___' option
like twice, to help flesh out the roleplay and character personality, as well as any talking styles if you're making bots of Kohaku, Rinne, Natsume, Kanata so on! :3c
You don't have to do any like huge roleplay, just a few ones until you feel happy, then save them and change any instances of them using your name to '{{user}}' and {{random_user_1}} to {{user}} too !
Also save your bots as unlisted until you're ready to make them public! Don't make them private as C.AI gets very fucky with priv bots !!
AAND THAT'S ALL!! HOPE IT HELPS U ANON MWAHMWAH!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR MORE C.AI HELP IF U NEED IT !! IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO HELP HEHE !! <33
Also omfg... i'd love to check out your bots when u make them if ur comfy with it!!! <33 WANNA SUPPORT MY ANONS !!!
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Clockwork Orange letter, signed by Robert Fraser, 1967-68
This item was up for auction at Christie's in 2014. Robert Fraser signed as Strawberry "Bob", which was Keith Richards' nickname for him, apparently due to his penchant for pink suits.
Christie's Description: "A rare signed petition protesting against the selection of David Hemmings over Mick Jagger for the lead role of Alex in A Clockwork Orange, circa 1967-1968, the five line typescript document on black bordered mourning paper addressed to screenwriter Terry Southern, telling him: We, The Undersigned, Do Hereby Protest With Extreme Vehemence As Well As Shattered Illusions (in You) The Preference Of Devid Hemmings Above ***** Mick Jagger ***** In The Role Of Alex In 'The Clockwork Orange, the document signed in black felt pen at the foot by Paul McCartney, George Harrison, John Lennon and Ringo Starr, the four Beatles' signatures above that of Anita Pallenberg, signed as Anita ("the heater") [Pallenberg's signature in ballpoint pen faded] and close to Donald Cammell's signature Don the Drom and his caricature of a camel; fourteen other signatures on the document include: Peter Blake, Jann Blake, Marianne Faithfull, James Fox, Robert Fraser who inscribed a comment HEAR! HEAR! and signed as Strawberry "Bob", David Cammell, Sandy Lieberson and Christian Marquard, 1p. -- 13x7in. (33x17.9cm.)"
Christie's Essay: "According to screenwriter Terry Southern it was photographer Michael Cooper who first interested him in Anthony Burgess' futuristic novel A Clockwork Orange. It was also Cooper who was behind the petition in this lot. Southern said ...Michael turned me onto 'A Clockwork Orange' and so I took an option on the book and was going to write a screenplay. Then David Hemmings came out with 'Blow Up' and the agency said "We'll package this thing with David Hemmings because he's hot". Michael [Cooper] just freaked out and said "Mick Jagger has got to play this part". He drew up a letter edged in black which said: "We the undersigned hereby insist that Mick Jagger play the part". It was signed by all the Beatles, Marianne Faithfull and Robert Fraser...
Terry Southern's screenplay adaptation of Burgess' novel was rejected by the British Board of Film Censors in May 1967, the board declared that: ..any film of this script would not be shown in Britain.. It was at this point that Paramount, the studio backing Southern pulled out, and Southern gave the book to Kubrick who just put [the book] to one side and forgot about it for a year and a half....
Andrew Loog Oldham, the Rolling Stones' manager in the mid-sixties, was also keen to make a film of Burgess' book with the Stones playing the violent quartet led by the hero Alex, who was to be played by Mick Jagger. In his book The Stanley Kubrick Companion, author James Howard records that at one point, Andy Warhol and David Bailey co-owned the screen rights to the book [presumably Warhol and Bailey's interest in it post-dated that of Paramount and Southern], and had wanted to use the Rolling Stones.... a project which folded when the group reportedly 'demanded exhorbitant fees' and the rights were subsequently allowed to lapse. Stanley Kubrick, who had been given a copy of the book by Terry Southern during the filming of 2001: A Space Odyssey in 1967, eventually took the project on, but was put off by...the reputation of decadence that Jagger already carried...and opted instead for Malcolm McDowell whose dynamic acting debut in Lindsay Anderson's 1968 film If... had impressed him.
The inclusion of so many names on this petition also associated with the film Performance suggest that its date is closer to 1968 when work first began on the film. Donald Cammell directed Performance with Nicolas Roeg and is also credited as the screenwriter. James Fox played one of the leading roles - Chas Devlin, and Anita Pallenberg played Pherber. Sandy Lieberson is credited as the film's producer. A number of those who have signed the document are also linked with another momentous artistic production of the late 1960s, The Beatles album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band released in 1967. The Beatles' and Stones' mutual friend, art gallery owner Robert Fraser signed the petition, as did Peter Blake, designer of the ground-breaking Sgt. Pepper album cover, who was introduced to Epstein and EMI by Fraser. Photographer Michael Cooper, who apparently devised the petition, also shot the Sgt. Pepper album cover."
Terry Southern, Michael Cooper, and many of the other signers were good friends of Fraser.
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I'm going to dial down the number of stripes a bit, but generally this is just another proposal for a lesbian flag. Pink is degrees of feminine expression, blue is degrees of butch/masculine expression, yellow is androgynous, and the grey actually represents unity between different types of lesbians and the history between us all. I know that there are some people pretty devided with the multiple lesbian flags, whether it's disliked color scheme or usually the creator themselves, but I thought I'd give it a go, even if it likely wouldn't become popular
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OKAY SO, regarding the Gorillaz Lore:
After the pandemic and the lockdown, a sinkhole opened up underneath the new Kong Studios, which forced the band to relocate to a house above Silver Lake, Los Angeles. The arrived and set up a studio in the basement of the house to record their new album. Meanwhile, Murdoc claimed to have witnessed a prophecy, one which insisted that he should be the great Leader of his own cult.
After getting his bandmates to join the cult, by telling them it would improve the world for the better and would be the last cult the people would ever need, said Last Cult was born.
The first cult meeting happened in a diner, where the four of them agreed to devide their cult work between them. Murdoc became the Great Leader, Russel became the Seeker of Truth, Noodle became the Scholar and 2D became the Chosen One.
With the roles assigned, the last cult progressed to send out their first words to their faithful followers, telling them to spread the word of the cult aswell so it would gain more popularity.
Soon enough, Murdoc wanted to impress the direct neighbours who also just so happened to be a cult, so he bought a obelisk off of Etsy to display, but the neighbours didn't really care for the obelisk so 2D was tasked with painting it bright pink so they maybe would.
Meanwhile, Russel had grown addicted to the TV, watching it 24/7, and searching for clues within the TV Static that would lead the cult to "the promised land"
2D finally befriended the neighbouring cult, which was called "The forever Cult", and Murdoc grew more and more jealous of 2Ds good relationship with the high priestess of the Forever Cult, Moon Flower.
After New Years Eve, Murdoc realised his original plan was going sour, as 2D migrated to the forever cult once and for all. Noodle, who was growing very concerned, began collecting information about the forever cult, who seemingly brainwashed 2D and was now getting him ready for his "free aura exam"
That's it so far
yeah!!! you're a legend that was really helpful. now i'm ready for what's to come. that poor fake man he's never gonna know peace huh.
#i would have tried looking into it myself but you know how it is with gorillaz lore#multiple different sources everywhere and even harder to understand when it's happening#i was hardcore into this from 2017-2019 and it's gripped me again unfortunately#so sorry to everyone in advance#gorillaz
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userbox for @patches-the-ragamese-cat!
hope you like it!
[Image ID: a light pink box seperated into one large section and a smaller one it is devided by a darker pink also used to border the box the image in the smaller part is a pink keyboard key that has a heart and says love on it the words on the other side read "this user is a minor that selfships with other minors" in white text outlined in black. /.End ID]
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🤒[Cat]
Send in 🤒 for your muse to discover mine has a fever and stubbornly refuses to rest ! Alternatively send in 😪 for your muse to be the one that's sick!
The air in the small kitchen was thick and smelled sourly, heavy from hthe scent of herown sickness.
The edges of her field of vision had darkned and the already blurred outlines of her surroundings were throbbing in the tact of her own frantically feverish heartbeat. Zivs mind felt asif it was wrapped in a thick blanket, her thoughts were slow and sluggish and even standing upright while cutting roots she wanted to crush for a salve felt as if she was running up endless stairs. huffing in frustration Ziv pulled off one of her gloves she wore during her work and poked a finger in the inside of her ear even if she did not needed long to figure out not for the first time this morning that the fever had yet not gone down. The Tynnan was a healer and it was easy for her to figur out her own sympthomes- Fever, her nose as dry as paper, colourlessness of the inside of her ear and nose and lips, pain in every inch of her limbs and every moth making her utterly exhausted.
She knew that her body was working to kill the germs in her body,she knew that this was normal, she knew that it would be over soon.
She knew all this, thats why she had stod up in the morning even when it had felt as if she was going to just drop dead the next second.
She knew all this, thats why she wa sstanding by the table to prepare the salve for her patient.
She knew all thit and knew even better that the patients coming to her thisday to get their prepared medicine, needed her.
Accordingly the Tynnan limped slowly but certainly and with her teeth gritted to hard she swore she was about to crack them ove rto the door when she heard a quiet knocking. It seemd to cost all the rest of her strenght to press the buttons and shift the door open ajar to look in the blurred features of one of her regular patients. "No regular check ups today, cat-", she mumbled, leaning against the doorframe just to make sure she would not drop to the groundlike a wet sack of earth: "-but come in, I got your antisptic salve almost done."
The way back to the table felt like a marathon. Ziv ears flicked after the sound of the others steps sluggishly.
"-no-", the young woman lifted a webbed finger like one would lift a warning finger before a childs face before they would do something stupid. The webbing between her fingers- usually freshly pink and healthy- had turned as white as paper and looked almost grey: "-do not even kriffing think of starting to motherhen me, I am a kriffing medic and I know more about whatever virus is using my cells for deviding than you could than you could ever kriffing think about, so stop that adrenaline production in combination with kriffing Oxytocine, like I am honoured you went for adrenaline and Oxytocine for me, but if you wish to keep your nose in your kriffing face, than stay the Kriff-"
The words seemed to be stuck on her tounge, making it impossible to continue and for a second the world around her seemed to swirl in the tact of her throbbing headache.Hasty the woman grabbed for the table, keeping herself upright while her claws digged in the metal trembling. It needed a few secondsuntil she trusted herself to talk again without risking to just collapse:
"-...ugh, stay the kriff away from me, Kitten. I am kriffing aware that the virus is not able to jump animal-kingdom, so breath happily, you can´t be infected and neither could my other patients. Give me a day and the fever will have boiled this virus into kriffing defeat. Now just get your stuff and haul off, I will need to prepare a teamix for the next guy coming inaround an kriffing hour. "
[ @skyler-bane ]
#skyler-bane#V: Past Kythera towards the open Sea#i hope thisworksand if not just tell me and I will rewrite ;D
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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version (Prt 2) (prt 1 here)
Aemond x reader
Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection
Cool devider credits: firefly graphics
🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.
🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.
🔷Wordcount :5840
🔷Warnings: Mentions of non-con (Not happening to mc or oc) It will happen to Dyana, and it will be kept very without details. Mc does try to comfort her.
TAGLIST: @connorsui @lportes-22 @thisaccountisrandomsstuff @nikkitc0703
Training continues for months. You are trained how to sit, how to exit a car, how to dress and even how to nod and how to smile. Things you thought you had mastered and conquered long ago, are now fresh tall mountains that you must conquer once again. Lady Aemma has been a resentful and ruthless teacher that does not value tardiness, talking back to her or other inappropriate things.
As the snow begins to fall in the courtyard, and you make your way out for some much needed personal free time, you notice you aren’t alone in the old gardens. Against the cold stone walls, covered in ivy, is a long tall familiar silver haired boy with a cigarette in his hands, clearly lighting it before bringing it to his pink soft looking lips.
You hate how nervous you are around royalty. It has been months and for all reason, you should be prepared for anything they would throw at you. And yet you are terrified of them. You feel like an ant, marching up to a lion. He would not care that he crushes you under his paws. He would not even know or realize.
You make a small prayer to the gods in your head before giving it your all, and making a tiny curtsy for the prince. ‘’Prince Aemond.’’ You say, acknowledging him.
He does not greet you. He doesn't even know your name. ‘’You’re in my nephew’s selection.’’ He says, taking in your gown, remembering when you spoke to him. You give a hesitant nod. Prince Aegon has courted a lot of girls from the selection, and they all have been sent home or worse, even punished for their treason. From the 35 girls, he ruined the chances for at least 5 of them. The Queen covers it up very well, and Lady Aemma protects the girl’s privacy, but you noticed a pattern. Aegon scoops during a lesson, talks with a girl, the next lesson, he brings a gift, and the lesson after that, she is never seen or heard from again.
Aemond grabs his leather jacket, searching his right pocket. He brings out a used pack of cigarettes, broken open and most cigarettes already gone. ‘’Do you smoke?’ He wonders, out loud. You hear Aemma scream in your head, and you never quite liked the taste of cigarettes. So you shake your head.
Smoking was something your grandfather used to do, and now he is dead.
It is a bit attractive, however, because you know it's bad but you don’t need to join Aemond in his activities.
‘’I try to avoid it.’’ You say, carefully picking your words, hearing Jace’s warning in your head.
He smiles, as if lost in thoughts.
‘’Hm. Clever.’’ You feel your cheeks tingle and they turn red because of the cold, you hope it is the cold.
Aemond puts the cigarettes away, and you notice several rings around his fingers. ‘’What is your name, again?’’ He wonders.
You see no harm in telling him that.
‘’Y/N.’’ You say.
He briefly frowns before exhaling smoke. ‘’No Lady or fancy last name?’’ He is right. You should have said that. So why didn’t you?
You feel pressured and anxious. ‘’I-’’
Aemond grins. ‘’I’m teasing.’’ He tells you, closing in a bit.
You nod. You can’t feel your toes because of the cold but you aren’t sure that it matters. ‘’Right. Sorry.’’
He steps back, and just like that the spell he briefly put you under is broken. ‘’Don’t apologize. I won’t.’’ He adds with a wink. It is what you told him at the ball. You feel yourself smile. You step a little closer.
‘’I really appreciate the time you took to talk to me at the ball.’’ You say, and you mean it.
He smiles as if to say he liked it too. ‘’It’s always a pleasure to talk with someone who appreciates history.’’ He takes notice of something behind the two of you and frowns, you follow his gaze, turn around but by the time you have done so, it is gone.
He distances himself. ‘’However, my lady, I’m afraid the walls have eyes here, and ears. I think it is best for you, to go back inside.’’
You feel dread fill your chest. ‘’Did I offend you?’’
Aemond shakes his head, returning to his smoke.‘’I’m protecting you, that is all.’’
Your feelings are all over the place after your talk with Prince Aemond. One moment, he seems very kind and gentle, the next, it seems like he pushes walls around him to protect himself. You quietly wonder who caused him to be this quiet and this alone. He can smoke as many cigarettes as he likes, wear as many suits you wouldn't afford if you sold your left arm, and you would still see a lonely young man in a suit.
Your thoughts are wandering when you walk inside the halls that lead to the rooms of the selected girls. You are so caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice that you bump into someone.
You apologize, quickly grabbing her bag for her that falls to the ground. It is filled with clothing, crammed into the small bag. When you finally meet her eye, you see its Dyana. You are very happy to see her. Until you see that she has cried. ‘’I’m leaving.’’ She tells you, with her timid soft and even more broken voice.
You frown, recalling how happy Jace seemed when he danced with her. ‘’O, why?’’ Dyana fumbles with a lock of her messy bun, barely looking at you, her eyes far away.
She finally breaks under your gaze. ‘’I’m not fit to marry the Prince anymore. This place only brought me misery.’’ The words leave her mouth in a hurry as she takes off into the direction of the great stairs. You stop her, your chest filled with dread and worry.
You beg her to reconsider.‘’Wait, slow down.’’ Not fit to marry the prince anymore? What does that mean?
She freezes the moment you lay a hand on her arm, and somehow, you already know what has happened to her when you look into her eyes. You drop your hand right away, stepping back to give her space, before tearing up silently too. Someone hurt her, in the worst way imaginable. ‘’He is the prince. The Queen’s son. How was I supposed to…’’ She whimpers. ‘’Say no?’’ The Queen’s Son.
And just like that, your world shatters. ‘’Oh my gods.’’ You mutter, at loss for anything else.
Dyana clutches her bag, tearing up helplessly. You want to hug her so tightly, but you know, not every survivor wants to be touched by strangers, especially not so soon after. ‘’Did something happen?’’ You ask, your voice gently.
Dyana nods, furiously as she recalls what has happened to her. ‘’He touched me. I didn’t wanted it.’’ She is righteously furious and hurt.
You will find that pig. ‘’Who did?’’ You ask.
She shakes her head. ‘’You can’t stop him. He’s too powerful.’’ You become afraid. Was it all an act? Did Aemond play you?
You need to know who did this. ‘’Who did this, Dyana?’’
She sinks to the floor of the hall. ‘’A-aegon.’’ You are relieved, and suddenly it makes sense what happened to all the other girls he ‘’courted’’. He likely won their hearts, took advantage of that, and sent them away to hide it from the other girls. ‘’That filthy pig.’’ You groan, balling your hands into fists.
You look at Dyana, your face softening. You sink to the floors too, not giving a damn about your gown. ‘’We must talk, but we will do it in my room. Walls have ears here.’’ You help Dyana stand up, but give her the choice of accepting your hand. She seems grateful and accepts, still shaking on her legs when you bring her and her bags to your room.
‘’Dy, I’m so so sorry.’’ You tell her, after you have given her a cup of warm chocolate. She nods as if to say she appreciates the gesture and the kindness.
She speaks. ‘’It’s not your fault. You weren’t there, and I thought Aegon was being kind.’’ She is blaming herself. You are enraged. They always pretend they are.
You make a cup of hot chocolate for yourself too. ‘’He should face justice.’’ You say.
She nods, but is unsure how to achieve that on her own. ‘’How? He’s the prince.’’
You have a few ideas. But unfortunately, that idea must wait. Another worry has popped up in your head, the way a weed pops up in a garden. ‘’Dy, I’m afraid I have another very unpleasant question for you.’’ Dyana seems to know where you are going, and nods, closing her eyes, wiping at her eyes.
You gently ask this, knowing it wasn’t likely on her mind earlier. Or perhaps it was. But you need to know for certain. ‘’Did Aegon, use…a condom?’’
She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head, faster and faster before covering herself, hugging her knees. ‘’No. No, gods…’’
She turns to you, terrified. ‘’Do you think i’m…?’’
You remain calm, but let her feel whatever she needs to feel. She is allowed to feel afraid, furious, broken and sad. ‘’I think it is for the best that we find someone to trust. If you are, we must get help.’’
She nods, instantly. And she has a idea as to where to get help too. ‘’The Queen.’’ That is a horrible idea, in your honest opinion. She is the mother of Aegon. She won’t discipline him for anything, and will send Dyana away.
You let her idea down gently. She is Aegon’s mother. ‘’No. We must not go to her. She will only protect Aegon and send you away.’’
Dyana nods, but you can tell that that was her only idea for help. ‘’Who can possibly help me?’’
You sigh, deeply, praying you won’t regret this. ‘’I think I know someone.’’
The rooms of Lady Aemma are decorated with the stuff from the Vale. Beautiful statues and paintings show that Aemma misses her home very much. The colours blue and grey stand out very much as well, as most pillows and trinkets are in those colors.
Her ladyship is dressed for a day in, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, likely her work-out clothing. ‘’Lady Aemma.’’ You dip in a curtsy, and you pray to the gods she will help you but mostly Dyana.
She is shocked to see you here. Worried too. ‘’Y/n. Can I help you? You had a free day today, remember?’’ It is true. You and all the other girls have a day off, every week.
You take a breath, steadying yourself before speaking. ‘’I have a delicate situation.’’
You fill Aemma in on what happened to Dyana. Aemma’s expression changes to neutral, to worried, to upset, to fury.
Dyana is horrified to see who you brought, but you did not know who else to bring. She covers herself, trying to curtsy for Lady Aemma despite everything. Lady Aemma tells her with a wave of her hand to stop it, her face a reflection of Dyana’s sorrow.
Dyana breaks into another wave of tears. ‘’I-I know you must be so disappointed.’’ She says, to Lady Aemma. ‘’I’m sorry, Lady Aemma. I tried to stop it.’’
Aemma comes a little closer, tears silently falling down her cheeks. Her voice is very gentle when speaking, her eyes sorrowful. ‘’Yes. In Aegon, but not in you, sweet child. Look at me.’’ Dyana hesitates, but obeys. You remain silent, knowing you did the right thing.
Aemma grabs Dyana’s hand, waiting for her to push her hands away. She doesn’t, so Aemma takes her hands into her own. ‘’You did nothing wrong. Men will always take advantage of good, kind women. You must not let this crime taint your kind heart.’’ She tells Dyana and you hear Aemma’s voice break as Dyana nods furiously.
She seems so strong as nails and stubborn as iron. ‘’I won’t. I won’t let him win.’’ You are glad, she decided to stay.
She seems afraid of Aemma. As most girls are, that met Aemma. ‘’Are you not furious? I should be thrown out of the castle.’’ Dyana mutters, quietly. You know she is referring to the maiden rule. Before the selection started, you were forced to answer that question as well.
Aemma sighs, but does not aim it at Dyana. It is aimed at the gods if anything. ‘’Aegon should be thrown out of the castle, Dyana. They broke the rules with him bothering you, we will break a few rules now too.’’ You wonder who the they are who she refers to so angrily.
Aemma continues, her disgust getting the overhand. ‘’The rule that only maidens can vouch for the Prince’s hand is such ancient bullshit.’’
You both gasp at her language , but you agree. ‘’Lady Aemma.’’ Dyana mutters, slightly speechless, but delighted.
The lady of the vale chuckles, grinning. ‘’You think Jacaerys is a virgin? Or Aemond or Aegon for that matter? They fucked. It is unfair to disqualify girls when their sheets see more activity than a laundry service.’’ That makes both of you chuckle, and Aemma joins in, grinning as well.
She nods to herself before getting up. ‘’Good. I brought supplies. I will make moontea for you, you can drink it.’’ She shows Dyana a bag with supplies and goes to work in your kitchen. You remain by Dyana’s side when Aemma has left.
Dyana tears up one final time, before reaching out and embraces you, whimpering in your coat. ‘’Thank you so much, Y/n. You might have saved my life.’’ Dyana is given moontea, and goes to sleep in your rooms after that. Aegon can’t find her here anyway.
You shared your room with a girl who was disqualified too, earlier. You quietly wonder if you should have done more for her as well.
You and Aemma leave Dyana be, sleeping peacefully. You turn to Aemma. ‘’I know you told me I shouldn’t be so kind…’’
Aemma suddenly grabs you by your shoulders, shaking her head when tears roll down her cheeks. She laughs, a little emotional. ‘’Oh. You shouldn’t listen to what I say about friendship. I have no friends. I don’t know anything about it.’’ She laughs, but there is a sad truth there. You pity her.
You nod, silently becoming sorrowful too. ‘’So you will keep Dyana’s secret?’’ You ask, just to be certain.
Aemma does not need a moment to think. She will. You see it in her eyes. She too had her own monster who committed crimes against her. ‘’Yes, I will. Unfortunately, I lost all my privilege with the king. I can’t make him punish that pig, sadly.’’ She attempts to leave, wiping at her eyes quickly so the outside world can’t tell how she cried.
You call her back. ‘’Lady Arryn-’’
‘’Yes, Lady Y/n?’’ She asks, turning around.
You smile at her. ‘’You do have one friend. Should you wish it.’’
She clears her throat, clearly touched. ‘’Thank you, Y/n.’’
Since Dyana is resting in your rooms, you can’t go there to read. And it is a good excuse to visit the royal library. The bookshelves are tall as the ceiling, the tables made of special imported wood from the north and the books are centuries old. You are looking for books on Nymeria, your comfort subject for when you are upset.
You see a red leather bound book with her name on the spine, but it is too far above on the cell for you to reach it. You jump up and down in an attempt to get it.
A familiar voice calls out to you, startling you. ‘’Want me to grab it for you?’’ You quickly turn around, bumping into the bookshelf and causing several books to fall down. You gawk at him.
Yet you can’t stop your smile from spreading ever wider. ‘’Aemond!’ He smiles shyly at you when putting the books back on their spot. You mutter when he goes to work. ‘’I mean, your highness, I mean hello. I mean…" You dip into a curtsy.
He chuckles. ‘’It’s quite alright. But that does not answer my question.’’ You try to convince yourself that he should not bother, but you really want to read that stubborn book.
You stare at the book you so eagerly want to read. ‘’Yes, please.’’ You say, instead of lying.
Aemond grabs the book easily, reaching much higher than you ever could. He hands you the book.‘’Thank you so much.’’ You mutter.
He takes in the book, reading the title. ‘’It’s a good one, but I think you’ll like this one better, personally.’’ He grabs another much lower positioned book, also about Nymeria, called 10,000 ships. ‘’That book covers Nymeria better. I think the book you are holding is very Valyrian based.’’ You look at the subtitles and nod. Fire and blood, it’s called. The motto of the Targaryens, and very obviously a hint that the book won’t be fairly written.
He seems to know his history. You quickly read the first few pages and see her being compared to a witch, an escort lady and a traitor in one sentence. ‘’Ew.’’ You comment, dryly, before slamming it shut.
Aemond nods, solemnly. ‘’My sentiments too, when I read it. It’s filled with slanders and lies of her enemies.’’ You let him put the first book back.
You notice he smells very nice. Like coffee and cigarettes. ‘’Thank you, for your recommendation.’’ You say and you mean it. He takes a book with him as well, about Oryn.
Prince Aemond does not mind helping you. ‘’No problem, just happy to help.’’ Prince Aemond says, his voice a bit gentler than usual. He gestures to the gate that leads to the exclusively royal part of the library. ‘’You are welcome to join the royal parts of the library. We have better lighting and comfortable chairs.’’
You aren’t sure. Aemma said that those parts are off limits. ‘’Won’t I get in trouble?’’ You would hate to be thrown out over something minor like this. But you really want to follow Aemond too.
Aemond pretends to think before laughing. ‘’No. You are with me. You won’t be in trouble.’’
He escorts you to the royal parts of the private library. There is indeed better lighting, and way more comfortable chairs. You and Aemond sit down on a couch covered in red and black velvet before each picking up your book. You notice you read the same line over and over again, bored and tired, not having the concentration to read as your eyes keep glancing at Aemond. He peacefully reads his book, lost in another world.
Eventually, Aemond goes to get a snack and you remain alone. You have a lot on your mind and you try to put things in perspective. Aemma seems nicer now, and you are very thankful for her discretion and her kindness she showed you both. Perhaps there is more to her story than you thought. Dyana seems to be fine now, but you must keep an eye on her and remain her friend. And Aegon? If you see him again, you likely strangle him on the spot.
Finally, Aemond returns with a plate of cookies, in the middle of it all stands one lonely chocolate cupcake, the one you ate at the ball. ‘’How did you know?’’ You ask, delighted as he hands you the cupcake.
He hides a blush. ‘’I…I asked. I hope that is alright?’’ He asked. For you. You raise a brow. Aemond blushes, further. ‘’I saw you eating one, at the ball. You liked it very much, you even licked off your fingers.’’ He rambles, a little nervous. ‘’I’m sorry, that must have been so creepy of me-’’ You silence him, grinning.
You quickly swallow the food you had in your mouth to answer him. ‘’Why would it be? I love cupcakes.’’ You say. These taste even better than Jace’s.
He seems very pleased when you eat the cupcakes, not giving a damn about manners or decorum when you lick off your fingers. ‘’I’m glad.’’ He sinks back to the couch, and briefly your shoulders touch. He quickly takes a bit of distance.
You feel a yawn coming up. Aemond whistles, impressed by the size of it. It is your turn to blush but his chuckle reveals he was just joking. ‘’It was a …intense day.’’ That is all you will say on it.
You see worry grow in his eyes as he sits up straighter, clearly listening to you, eager for you to share your worries. ‘’A girl wanted to quit the selection.’’ You tell him, fiddling with your hair.
He nods, as if understanding why someone would want to do that. ‘’How do you feel about that?’’ He must think you are dumb for talking her out of it.
You tell him, anyway. You don’t want to lie to him. You rather have him think you are dumb, than that he thinks you are a liar. ‘’I talked her out of it. Jacaerys seems very taken with her.’’ You recall how they danced and laughed. Before that pig ruined it all.
Aemond chooses his words carefully. ‘’I don’t understand something. You are here for Jace. Shouldn’t you, be…I don’t know, glad that she leaves?’’ You would never be glad if anyone left that way. But you can’t tell Dyana’s secret.
You hope he understands that. ‘’Not the way she left, Aemond.’’ That way was horrible. You sit up straighter, looking at the chocolate on your fingers.‘’I will fight but I will fight fair.’’
Aemond’s pupils seem to dance like stars when you look into them. He whispers a single word. ‘’Admirably.’’ You are unsure if he talks about your strategy or you.
You are reminded of your duties and of Jace, keeping your distance from the prince. ‘’Thank you.’’ A shiver runs down your spine, causing you to flinch.
The prince notices, a frown growing on his beautiful face. ‘’You’re cold.’’
You laugh, rambling a bit.‘’I usually am. Such a stupid habit from-’’ he silences you by taking his leather jacket off and carefully putting it over your shoulders. You smell his scent, and feel the warmth of his body over yours. You blush, unintended. ‘’O.’’
He grins to himself. ‘’Better. I don’t like you shivering.’’ You chuckle. Aemond picks his book back up, and you look over his shoulder reading with him. But it has been a long day, and your eyes start to close slowly. You fall asleep, eventually, snoozing peacefully agains Prince Aemond.
After a half an hour, dreaming about Dornish statues and one-eyed princes, you awake. You notice Aemond smiling at you, still with his nose stuck in a book. ‘’Good evening, sleepy beauty.’’ You gawk, quickly adjusting your messy hair and your gown. You blush too, he calls you beauty.
You feel so embarrassed. He must think you are lazy.‘’I must have drifted off.’’ You mutter.
But he does not seem to mind. He puts the book away, on the table.‘’Yes, but it is fine. I was with you the whole time.’’ He reassures you. ‘’I would not leave you to sleep alone.’’ He is such a gentleman.
You can’t fathom how he is related to that pig. ‘’I don’t understand how you are related to your brother.’’ He would have taken advantage of you.
The prince surprises you with his answer. ‘’I sometimes don’t either.’’ He reveals, his voice very distant.
You think for a while, taking in Aemond’s lucious glamorous Valyrian locks. ‘’I want to teach him a lesson.’’ You tell him.
Aemond leans in a little closer, intrigued. ‘’O?’’
You smile back, enjoying the way you become so brave and fearless when you are with him. ‘’But I need your help.’’
Aemond is a true gentleman, providing you what you need. He has access to the royal rooms, and after telling him that you suspect that Aegon is behind a lot of girls leaving, he does not hesitate to help you at all. You are sitting in your rooms, waiting for Aemond to enter through the door with the supplies for your revenge plan.
Tomorrow, several foreign ambassadors from all over the kingdom will visit. A ball will be held, and time with the prince is on the agenda. But you have a different reason to be excited.
There is a soft knock on your window. Confused, you open it and look into Aemond’s face. In his hands he holds a plastic bag. Your room is on the second floor. You notice there is a small balcony and he likely have climbed all the way from his rooms to yours. ‘’May I come in?’’ He asks, politely. You are shocked for a few moments, before letting him.
He delivers you Aegon’s favorite shampoo bottle, and a few bottles of pink paint. ‘’Did anyone question you?’’ You wonder, as he is finished taking the stuff out of the bag. He shakes his head.
He puts the shampoo bottle on the ground, putting the paint next to it. They are small little squeezable bottles of neon pink glitter paint. Perfect. ‘’No. Aegon’s bathroom is unlocked, so I had no trouble sneaking in. The paint I took from my mother’s room. She likes painting from time to time.’’ Well, you are shocked. The Queen has hobby’s. Who knew?
He rambles on, excitedly to help you with this plan. ‘’I went with the Neon pink unicorn color.’’ He adds with a cheeky grin. You like it when he talks with you. You like it when he becomes comfortable enough to drop his shields and walls.
That is perfect. The ball takes place at night, so if Aegon has neon hair it would be even more funny. ‘’My hero,’’ You declare before grabbing the shampoo bottle, filling it with the pink glitter paint. ‘’I hope Aegon likes pink.’’ Aemond watches you work, as a loyal huntsman seeing his evil queen prepare a deadly poison. Except this won’t kill Aegon.
Your phone buzzes and you look at the screen. Your heart drops several floors. Dyana is on her way.
You curse, quickly hiding the bottles. ‘’Ehm, a friend of mine is coming over. Can you perhaps hide under my bed for a while?’’ You ask, a stunned Aemond. If Lady Aemma was here, she would scream. You, asking a royal to lay under your bed? You, having a man in your rooms? You plotting revenge on the prince? All of this is so unbecoming, but if it is unbecoming, why do you feel so safe with Aemond near you?
Aemond seems fine with that, sinking to his knees before laying down on the floor and rolling under your bed, easily. You thank him silently and wait for Dyana to show up.
She comes mere moments later, causing you to flinch. She smiles brightly, seeming much happier and more upbeat. She brought a present as well, a basket filled with shampoo and soap bars, bubbles and other delicious goods wrapped with a large pink bow and a thank you note attached. She presents it happily to you, and your heart melts when she hugs you tightly.
Aemond is still present, so you must be careful not mentioning what happened to Dyana. ‘’I’m so thankful for what you did for me, Y/n.’’ Dyana speaks. She wipes at her eyes, laughing. ‘’Happy tears, this time.’’ She tells you. ‘’Lady Aemma arranged a therapist for me, I can see her for an hour on my free day. We took up creative therapy, and I learn painting.’’ She tells you excitedly. ‘’Without you, I would have given up. Thank you so much, Y/n.’’
‘’You’re welcome, Dy. Everyone would have done the same.’’
Her eyes become very serious and hollow. ‘’No, Y/N. You are the only one, I think. You are kind, you deserve the throne.’’ She tells you. ‘’I am your ally, should you wish so.’’ You feel a bit uncomfortable with that knowledge. Did no one help her aside from you? And why does she being your ally feel as if you take advantage of her too?
You speak your heart. ‘’Dyana, I don’t want you to be my ally. You are not indebted to me. I do would love to become my friend?’’ You suggest. ‘’The basket was not needed, but it is much appreciated. I love bubble baths.’’ You let out a soft giggle.
Dyana grins and comes closer to your bed, sitting down on it too. Your eyes widen in slight horror. ‘’Of course!’’ She sniffs a few times, taking in Aemond’s scent who is likely freaking out right under her. ‘’Hm. Have you been smoking?’’ She wonders but does not sound judgemental.
‘’No.’’ You say.
She frowns. ‘’Weird. I smell cigarettes.’’ She tries to look under the bed, and you quickly call her attention back by clearing your throat.
You must lie quickly. ‘’Uhm, yes. My former roommate smoked.’’ She nods, getting up and leaves after that, thanking and hugging you again.
Dyana leaves shortly after that and Aemond comes out of hiding.
‘’It was worse than I thought.’’ He speaks when he has cleaned the dust from his hands. ‘’He…He took advantage of her, didn’t he? Of that poor sweet girl that was here just now. That is why you want to teach him a lesson.’’ He eyes the gift basket. That is very much true. He is quite observant.
You nod. ‘’Yes, he did.’’
He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. ‘’I can’t place her voice, so no worries. Even if I do figure out who it is, I will keep her secret. I just can’t stand that pig…’’ His voice trails off. You bring out the bottle of shampoo and hand it to him, your fingers briefly brushing.
He accepts the bottle, putting it in his bag. Aemond seems as if he wants to say something but decides it's for the best if he just leaves. And when he does, he takes a piece of your heart with him.
The ball is in full swing when you and the other selected arrive. Only 20 girls remain, including you, Baela, Floris, and Dyana. Most girls greet the royals first, and you do the same. Your attention is drawn to the well dressed prince Aemond, who hovers around by the buffet, with a plate with two chocolate cupcakes. You wish to run to him, to ask him who he is reservering those treats for.
A sudden pain in your side reveals someone has grabbed you. You turn your head, afraid of looking into the face of a furious Aegon. Instead it is Floris, with her catlike eyeliner and dark golden gown. ‘’I’m so glad you have decided to change the positions.’’
‘’Huh?’’ You mutter, a little stupid.
Floris chuckles. ‘’Oh, it is obvious. The entire world sees.’’ You wonder what that is. Prince Aegon is finally entering the room too, thunder written across his face.
‘’Oh my gods…’’ Lady Baela murmurs. You stifle a laugh, as you see prince Aegon with bright pink glittery dough in his hair that makes it seem like he had a duel with a toddler who’s only weapon was clay.
You chuckle, lightly before grinning at Dyana who lights up right in front of you. A hand is wrapped around yours, and you notice that Prince Jacaerys has joined you. ‘’May I have this dance?’’ You nod, complying.
Aemond watches as you two attend the dance floor, his heart clearly broken as he puts the cupcakes back with a sad grin. You don’t see him at the ball anymore after that. You become more and more aware of your feelings for Aemond and Jace, and what you feel for Jace is friendship. Jace twirls you around before speaking. ‘’You want to go after him, don’t you?’’ He asks, his voice soft and slightly heartbroken as you keep eying the doors, waiting for Aemond to come back.
Yes you would. ‘’I can’t. I’m yours.’’ You speak.
That is a lie and you know it. He shakes his head, his brown short hair shaking. ‘’You are your own. I can’t protect you from the rules, but I can’t stand to see you miserable either, Y/N. You and Aemond belong together.’’ He says.
You still doubt it. ‘’But the rules. I’ll be thrown out.’’ You don’t care about being thrown out. You care about Aemond not answering these feelings.
He sighs, trying to get you to go after Aemond. ‘’Perhaps Aemond can find a loophole. He is very clever.’’ Perhaps. Perhaps he can.
Your feet take off running, to where Aemond disappeared to. Your heart is finally free and open. ‘’Aemond?’’ But you can’t find him. You do find a letter addressed to you, and you watch through the window as a motorcycle leaves the castle gates, and your heart shatters into a thousand pieces. You read the letter before running downstairs, running out in the rain in your ballgown, after the motorcycle. But he is long gone, and you can only cry.
Y/n
I’m leaving the castle until the end of the selection, perhaps after that.
I’ve come to care for you, and my sense of duty has been suffering because of you. I thought I knew for certain that I was a man of priorities and morals, but you make me want to break and risk it all for you.
You are my nephew’s selected, and I can’t watch how he courts and throws away girls left and right, for he does not deserve a single one of you. He does not deserve the kingdoms, he does not even deserve to hold your hand, if you ask me.
I want you, but I know you won’t choose me. No one ever does. I will come back, perhaps. Perhaps not.
The media will call you a whore if you were to pursue me, and no foreign ambassador would ever take you seriously. There will be rumors if our relationship started during the selection, and people will mock every child we will have as a bastard. I can’t put you through any of that, as what the media writes about me, already kills me. I can’t stand to watch you become a bitter and resentful woman, and to see that pure light inside your soul die.
I hope these foolish one-sided feelings of mine go away over time, and I hope you can find the strength to forgive me for writing you this letter, and not speaking it to your face.
I love you, and because of that, I have to let you go.
-Prince Aemond Targaryen.
A/n
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Are some types of knowledge more useful than others?
While learning something new of the world, most of time knowers are using several types of knowledge. Some of the types tend to be much popular then others and the relative importance of knowledge aquired through the rare used types of can be widely argued. But are some types of knowledge really more useful than others?
Famous controversial sneaker
I chose the famous sneaker a photo of which was posted on internet and resulted in a lot of arguments about its actual colour. Users were devided into two camps - ones considered it grey-mint and other - white-pink. Me myself then relied on the types of aquiring the knowledge such as perception, intuition and faith. My confidence in the way what I felt the truth to be, the mint and grey sneaker, was unbeatable at that moment despite considering the existense of other options somewhere in the depths of my mind.
However, after a few years I decided to switch to the perception and reasoning combo and discovered that the knowledge I believed to be certainly true had a refuting scientific evidence: if we take a closer look through the same eyes, the author used the cold-toned flash which modified the colouring and it was actually pink and white.
This experience clearly illustrates the tendency of the knowledge gained through faith and the "gut feeling" to be in fact false which makes these types of knowledge less significant in useful in real life.
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Devided AU
Devide and concur. A powerful strategy that left Pink’s colony decimated and Rose all alone among only organic life forms and corrupted gems, reminders of her mistake.Thousands of years later Greg is raising Steven with Bismuth. Both of them have their own kind of baggage but both of them try their best to be good parents to the young half-gem. Unfortunately for Steven, time can not be tricked and the past is coming to knock on the Beach house door sooner than they expect. Can Bismuth keep Steven from participating in what she thinks will be war? And can Steven bring peace to gemkind while staying true to himself? The answer to both is more complicated than it seems at first and Steven will have to learn the hard way why Rose rebelled in the first place.
The story roughly follows the canon timeline, starting with Steven trying to learn how to use his powers.
Coming soon to Tapas.
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Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, devided we fall
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