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I want a modern mafia fic where after the incident at Driftmark everyone in the family starts to treat Lucerys differently. Aemond loses an eye and Viserys actually gives a shit and punishes Luke. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys are horrified at what Luke does, he has always been such a sweet and kind boy and to see him hurt Aemond like that scared everyone. Nevermind that Aegon and Aemond have always picked on Lucerys and always made him feel left out. Funnily enough, this is the incident that fixes the rift between Alicent and Rhaenyra, with Rhaenyra feeling very guilty over what her son did.
So Lucerys grows up isolated and neglected by his own family. Don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra still wholeheartedly loves Lucerys but years of forcing him to meet psychiatrists and taking meds he doesn’t want to take has taken a great toll on him.
He’s eighteen, severely depressed and anxious downing dozens of meds when he decides that enough is enough and eventually leaves the Red Keep. Like completely disappears, he cuts off both Targaryens and Velaryons and no one ever hears from him again.
Cut to five or ten years later, Aemond meets Lucerys again and he’s surprised to see how different the boy is. Gone was the sweet and shy toddler or the quiet and anxious teen, in front of him was this cold, no-nonsense, calculative man. Unlike Aemond and the rest of the Targaryens, Lucerys has never thought of them again and went on his merry way to live his life of freedom and debauchery.
To Aemond’s horror, Lucerys is now working as a camboy while also occasionally fucking this shady businessman (alleged mafia). Aemond tries to persuade him to come back but he’s like “fuck off” and disappears again. Fortunately FOR Aemond, his uncle Daemon’s the infamous “Rogue Prince” of the Underworld, the scandalous brother of dutiful Viserys Targaryen who refused to work for the company and decided to become a criminal instead. Unfortunately for Lucerys, Aemond is nothing but OBSESSED.
IDK just give me Lucerys growing up abused and neglected and cutting his family off to go and live his life only for Aemond to stalk his ass because according to him Lucerys’ place is with the family, right by his side.
#lucemond#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#hotd#aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon#aemond x lucerys#house of the dragon#idk I just want Lucerys to look at his crazy targaryen family and go “nope I’m out’’#and then aemond ‘I spent my entire life bullying my bastard nephews and convincing them they’re not part of the family’ targaryen finds out#that Luke actually wants out of the crazy and then aemond goes on to gasp in offense#Aemond: what do you mean you’re leaving me and that you want out of this family?#Aemond treats this very seriously as if Luke was bringing up the idea of divorce#Lucerys getting tired of the targ drama so he tries to leave but ends up being THE drama of the century#because Aemond refuses to let him go#so what if aemond has to force Luke into a marriage to get him to stay?#aemond uses aegon iii and viserys ii to trap luke#luke to the targ family: I’m leaving this family#aemond carrying viserys ii and aegon iii: but what about the children?!.
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HOTD Reactions - You refuse them
Dark Daemon, Aegon, Aemond and Jace.
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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(female reader)
WARNINGS: Mentions of Non-con, Murder.
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Daemon
Daemon is a calculative man, one that will do anything to get what he craves. Only to find out that the woman he wants to wed is already betrothed to another. He killed his wife for you, thinking that it would solve everything only to discover that annoying detail.
Daemon starts losing patience and he feels irritated, why are things getting so complicated and messy? He just wants to have you as his wife then why are bureaucratic and social norms getting in his way?
He asks Viserys to set a marriage between you and him, only to be met with a firm denial. He tries persuading you to elope with him, only for you to completely renegade him, declaring that you have no love for him.
Daemon is a man with a short patience and it gets to the point that he has to arrange for your betrothed to die from mysterious causes, leaving your parents with the obligation to find another suitor for you and who better than the king's own brother?
Aegon
Aegon is not one to avoid his desires and one thing he desires the most is you.
He is not coy in his pervert advances towards you, making it very much obvious how much he wants to fuck you. It becomes borderline scandalous when Aegon makes extremely suggestive and graphic comments to you, even in front of other noble ladies.
After you delicately talk with Alicent about this, she does her best to stop Aegon from being a pervert towards you, a young lady from a reputable family. But that does little to prevent Aegon from keeping with his attempts, even if it had earned him a few slaps from his mother.
Aegon quickly charges back at you and this time he’s forceful in his pursuit for you, making sure to taint your maidenhood in such a compromising way that both of your families will simply have to marry you, in a quick solution to save your dignity.
Aemond
The fact that you’re Jacaerys’s twin sister doesn’t stop Aemond from taking a liking on you. You’re different from your brother, you’re innocent and kind. Always offering Aemond a warm smile, so differently from the other court ladies that prefer to ignore him because of his scarred face.
Aemond is never hostile towards you, even if you are a Strong bastard, like your brothers. He simply acts as if you have no relation with the Strong boys, even if you’re their blood sister.
He is quite subtle in his advances towards you, preferring to attentively watch you from the shadows, quietly joining you in the library or while you’re walking around. But either way, he’s always suffocatingly around you.
Although everyone from his family is against his feelings, except for Helaena who rejoices in the possibility of you becoming her sister, Aemond still goes ahead and declares his love for you.
But you don’t love him, you never did and it shows as your pretty face is startled with intense guilt, refusing to look Aemond in the eye. Furthermore, both Jace and Luke eavesdrop on the conversation and start a fight with Aemond, worsening the situation.
But if your family really thinks that they can stop Aemond from having you, then they are very wrong.
Jace
Jace is quite the gentleman so at first he tries his best to respect your decision, trying to avoid you as much as he can. However as time passes by, his love flourishes a little too much.
Jace will once again declare his ardent feelings for you and even if you decline him again, he won’t give up this time. He can’t live without you so why can’t you realize that.
You’ll start hiding away from him, keeping an overly attentive eye for the corners of the castle as Jace seems to appear out of nowhere to pester you with his extensive speeches of being a good and honorable man, of being worthy of you, that he’ll devote in you as his future wife and queen.
As you still refuse him, Jace would be forced to ask his mother for help. Rhaenyra would ignorantly take Jace’s obsession as an innocent crush that could eventually lead to healthy marriage and as such, she’ll soon offer a marriage proposal to your house.
No father would ever refuse the possibility of having their daughter married to the heir of the throne and soon you find yourself getting engaged to the same man that you’ve so desperately tried to avoid. Bad luck.
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Why exactly did they decide to make Aegon SA the maid? In the books he never assaults anyone. He is known to have a “large carnal appetite” but it’s never mentioned that these women were forced in anyway. The closest we get is when we hear that he won the virginities of two maidens at an auction in flea bottom. Which, by my understanding, means he paid extra to be a whore’s first customer. It wasn’t some sweet innocent girl like we see in the show. The girls already worked in the brothel learning their trade. They don’t just yoink girls off the street and out their virginity up for sale.
So why include it in the show? Was it because they realized Aegon wasn’t nearly as horrible as Rhaenyra, so they had to do something?
Rhaenyra has 3 bastards that everyone knows about, but can’t say anything. Just committing open treason and no one is allowed to point it out.
She had beef with a literal 2 year old. She had multiple tantrums at her little brothers second name day hunt. Also looked right at him and compared the death squeals of a boar to the crying to children.
Suspected of killing her first husband. In the show, she shows Laenor mercy, but has no problem killing off one of his servants because they needed a body. You don’t understand! She reconnected with her uncle by fucking him on the beach at his late wife’s funeral! She just HAD to marry Daemon instead! Who cares that Laenor was in the process of recommitting himself to their marriage when she sprung this idea on him? He gets to live penniless with his boyfriend in Pentos or something! All he had to do was give up his family, his inheritance, his power, his place at court and all his wealth, along with the life of one of his father’s servants. Sure, he could have kept all those things, but then Daemon would get all broody about how he can’t openly fuck his niece!
Her second eldest is adamant he doesn’t want the Driftwood throne. She forces him to fight for it anyway rather than just quietly sending word that Luke is willing to allow Vaemond to inherit in his place.
Suggesting Aemond be tortured to learn where he heard her sons being called bastards after Luke just slashed out his eye. Not to mention that snobby “Thank you, father” that was totally inappropriate, unnecessary and sent Alicent over the edge.
In comparison, Aegon is a teenage boy who… likes drinking and jerking it. The worst thing he has done was mock his brother with a pig. Alicent corrects this behavior, and from what I can tell, the two boys were friendly towards each other after the time jump. Aemond and Aegon are chatting before dinner. Aemond stands to defend Aegon when Jace acts like he may try something. When Aemond gets punched by Jace and then pushes him to the ground, Aegon grabs Luke before he can do anythjng. Clearly they have grown close.
We see the twins at the fighting pit where Aegon allegedly goes often. How can they know that, though? Earlier in that episode Otto asks his personal guard (either Erryk or Arryk. Their names sound the same and they have the same face, I don’t know who is who) where he is and his guard admits that Aegon exploits his authority to order him away and then evades him. He admits he doesn’t have a clue what he gets up to. Then, later we see a boy with blonde hair and purple eyes, and it’s Aegon’s. No doubt in anyone’s mind. Clearly Aegon is knowingly breeding child fighters for the pit. Weird how he wasn’t there, though.
Matter of fact, the white worm just found him drunk off his ass and stashed him in the sept. That’s what he was getting up to. Getting drunk and likely paying for sex.
Now let’s analyze the scene where Alicent confronts Aegon.
Alicent is IRATE and Aegon is half asleep. Looks like he hasn’t moved in a while, tbh. Aegon asks if something happened. Don’t you think he would know if he did something? His mother reminds him about Dyana, and he seems very nonchalant about it. Not the kind of reaction you would expect from someone that just forced himself on a struggling servants. He saw it as just a bit of fun. His reaction just seems… off.
Now, we know GRRM likes to repeat plot points. One in the original series was Cersei only laying with Robert when he was drunk so she could finish him off some other way, and he wouldn’t remember. Aegon is a known drunk. There were no witnesses. Who’s to say Dyana isn’t a spy or a mole sent to fuck shit up?
She is in season 2. Why bring back an SA victim in season 2 if she doesn’t have more to add to the story? Sure, there could be a revenge arc, but from my understanding, Dyana is at a brothel in season 2. Now, did she wind up there after the Aegon incident (hard to believe considering she was given a pouch of coin to start a new life and she only made it to the end of the palace driveway) OR she went back to where she came from. Back to her mistress, the White Worm. We see she employs young women in her service. Who’s to say they didn’t make the whole thing up to try and sway more people towards Rhaenyra’s cause? Nothing makes a man look worse than SA.
So all the horrible things Aegon has done so far, has been hearsay. We don’t see anything other than him bullying Aemond when they were kids. So either the writers had to do something totally awful with his character, or it wouldn’t be such a landslide siding for Rhaenyra.
You know if they hadn’t decided to assassinate his character, it would be much closer to a 50/50 split. They also had to whitewash the hell out of Rhaenyra to make her more likable. In the books, SHE orders Vaemond’s death and feeds him to her dragon. So in the same episode they blackwashed Aegon and whitewashed Rhaenyra so the audience would root for her. Then they had the balls to say WITH THEIR WHOLE CHEST that they aren’t biased in their writing.
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An Eye for A Bride
Part 1
The story contains trigger warnings read at your own caution
Reader takes Lucerys’ place. And to be exclusive, the reader is adopted but has Targaryen blood. SPOILER ALERTS FOR FIRE AND BLOOD
TAGS: Sadistic/Dark!Aemond, EXPLICIT: Noncon/Dubcon, forced anal, manhandling. Violence: blood, abuse, character death, bruises/scars, choking, panic attacks, cursing. Forced Marriage, Toxic/unhealthy relationship, Flashbacks.
“A sword?” The prince asks, blinking a few times. It was his tenth name-day. Presented with extravagant gifts as fitted for a prince. Yet yours was an odd surprise. Considering how you haven't always been the friendliest to him, he looks at the gift suspiciously.
Maybe he thought this was your of making it up to him. You did laugh at him. When your brother Luke emerged from the shadows with a pig. Shouting along the name of the said pig. "The Pink Dread!" Laughing harder when Aegon oinked to his ear.
But you did approach Aemond the next day. Who sat near the tree with a book in his hand. The two of you stared at each other for a brief moment. Your mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. You just turned around and walked away from the prince.
You decided to approach him once more. The word spread of him attempting to claim a dragon, nearly getting burned in the process. Yet your steps were halted when you caught sight of his mother. You quickly turned away, unaware the prince saw you do so.
This time, you were able to face the prince with the sword you had given; displayed to the entirety of the room along with its sheath. Among the crowd, you catch Alicent's anxious expression. She perhaps believes her son is too young to handle such a sword. She was right to think so because as soon as Aemond removes it from its sheath, the sword's tip drops to the ground. Almost sending him flying.
Aemond’s embarrassment is clearly seen as he hears the laughter of the other boys. Especially by Aegon's remark that the sword would have to serve as a decoration than be wielded. But the instant Aemond looks down, his brother's remark is ignored.
The surprise and awe are too much for him to contain. The sword was beautiful with its sapphire-encrusted rain guard. A deep royal blue. The most valuable and scarce of all. He lifts the sword with all of his strength, revealing it to the others as they all let out a collective gasp.
“It was once my necklace.” Your mother reluctantly agreed to have the blacksmith put it in the sword. It took all your pleading for it to happen. Hearing Aemond scoff at your words makes you frown. You already know what he's thinking-that you were her little spoiled princess.
Still, you forced the thought aside to focus on the prince whose wonderment at your gift fills you with a sense of fulfillment. Even more at the sight of Aegon's envy. Finally, Aemond was content with having what his brother lacked. You tried to conceal your excitement when Aemond gave a sincere smile of gratitude.
At your aunt Laena's funeral, when you saw him again, you returned his half-smile unlike your brother Jace. You were unaware this would be the last time you and him will ever greet each other warmly.
As the night ended with Aemond screaming clutching his bloody eye as you towered over him with a blade. Dropping it when the king's guards arrived. Frozen and horrified as you hear shouts at every turn. Clutching to your mother’s side.
The noises never left your ears. From every corner, there were shouts. The council left divided. Speaking over each other. As if you weren’t there. As though you were invisible to their eyes as none dared to look your way.
Trying to stand up, you are bruised and dirtied. There is evidence of moisture in your skin, hair, and even in the remaining teeth. Clearly in danger of collapsing. Having to be held through the entire ride to king’s landing, but you hoped his grip would loosen. Let you fall and not face the fucked up reality you’re in.
No longer were there any tears. Letting them fall as he pushed you into the muddy ground with the corpse of Dame not far away. Let each one drop during your ride to the place you’re meant to call home. You are now left feeling the burning of your cheek and much thirst in your throat.
“Rhaenyra was finally considering peace!” Alicent’s voice towering over the council. Most enraged you have ever seen. Trembling hands and uneasy breathing. You only ever witnessed this state once-on that dreadful day.
That meant war. If Aegon's ascension to the throne wasn't the start of it, then taking her child hostage all while killing her dragon will be the one to do it. But there was still hope, Tyland insisted. They could just return you. The dragon’s death is a tragedy, but you can claim another and with your wounds, they’ll heal in no time.
The way Aemond's body tensed at his words can be felt. The dead dragon was not the cause for concern, nor were the wounds. But something far worse. Your maidenhood. All that was forcibly taken away. An act if it ever reached your mother’s ears. What she would do will only be known to the gods.
But they don’t know. Not Alicent, not Otto, not Tyland. No one. Only you and the one-eyed prince.
It took them this long, but they finally sent you away to get cleaned and tended to. In spite of your disdain, you are to go to the halls with none other than Ser Criston Cole. You move forward, wanting to retain some part of your pride, only to fall into the knight's chest.
And against your will, you’re forced to swallow that one last piece of pride; leaning on him for support as he guides you to your supposed chambers. Despite their eyes being on you, you refused to look back at the council.
As you come face to face with the maester. You catch the look in his eye and the hesitation in his steps. The handmaidens also exchange looks with one another. At the sight of you, none of them dared to utter a word.
The second your trousers were pulled down against your will. Using all your remaining strength, you fought, even managing to bite the maester's hand and dig your nails into one of the handmaidens.They winced, but didn’t falter much in their movements. Were you this weakened.
In such a ruined state that you could do nothing but lie there as their eyes swept over you. Right in front of their very eyes remains the evidence. On your inner thighs, the dried white substance. And layers of marks, but what most caught the eye was the darkening bruise on your hips.
They all knew. And they all knew who had done it. Who else would it be. Their stares made you want to sink deeper into the sheets. To smother your face in anything you could hide into. But there’s no haven from their judging gazes. The weight of shame is in the pit of your stomach, holding you down with all of its might.
So it was no surprise to hear the argument on the other side of the door.
You have now become a hostage. A piece of some bargaining. Your mother must have received the letter a while ago. You hoped that the letter informing her of your presence in King's Landing reached her before the news of Dame's death. You didn’t want to imagine her panic and grief as her thoughts wandered to the worst with the discovery of your dragon’s corpse.
Every step you made was watched. Whether it was by the guards, they had constantly surrounding you, the ladies and lords who made way for you like you were some sort of plague or the servants you could hear whispering behind your back.
At least they dressed you with some decency. Upon seeing the dress was emerald green, a strong urge to throw it into the fireplace arose. You thought it was Aemond’s idea, adding to the humiliation he had already inflicted upon you. But by Aegon’s amused expression, you become well aware that it was his. Still, you maintain your composure, displaying no discomfort as you held your head high.
The only thing that gave you some ease, a glimmer of hope was the wrath your mother will display. She’ll hesitate with you under their grasp, but once you’re back in her arms. In her arms. Your lips quiver at the thought.
You want your mother. Never did you think you’d yearn for her so much. The last time you did was during one of your nightmares. Coming to her; shaking and in tears, and as soon as you were in her embrace, you felt protected. Safe.
You miss her. You miss Daemon. You miss Jace and Luke. You miss Rhaena. You miss little Aegon and Viserys. And the thought of never having to see them again makes your heart ache as if it's being stabbed every time. You already lost Dame. Whom you miss the most.
When you passed another group of lords and ladies, you saw how they got closer to one another, the way they exchanged their whispers. And to calm some of your fury. You imagined Daemon standing over them. Imagined Jace telling them off. Imagined Luke and Rhaena's glares.
And a smile spreads across your face as you envision your mother setting this whole place down with flames. And when you imagine Dame burning Aemond, then tearing him to pieces, and swallowing him whole, your teeth start to show.
But your fantasy is put to rest as soon as you pass the queen's chamber and catch the sound of a familiar voice. After taking a look around the hallways. You then advance, placing your ear to the door.
You raise your brows when you hear the husky timbre of a certain voice. “You told me to never forget what they’ve done to me,” that voice belonged to none other than Aemond, “To never forget what she has done to me.” At the mention of the ‘she’, you were certain it was you. Or your mother.
“But to take revenge on her in such a manner!” And then you heard the desperate voice of Alicent, one that sounded in pain with sorrow lacing it. “To defile her,” she spoke, voice lower than before. Silence filled the room.
Then the words, barely audible above a whisper, broke the stillness. "You understand what this now means?" Before the words could sink in. You are startled when you sense a presence looming over you. It was Cole. "Come princess," he said disdainfully, and in no room to argue, you follow.
When he leads you into your 'chambers', you smile at him. Expressing your gratitude, you shut the door, leaving Cole standing outside bewildered. You truly do have to thank Criston. Sitting on the bed as you take something out of your sleeve. A blade.
Pretending to trip over the stairs, and when he went to help you up, your hand strayed. Though those thanks were to be given to Daemon. You had no intention of ever using that trick he taught you, but here you were.
You didn’t know how long you held the blade, clutching it so fervently to your chest as if it were a stuffed bear to keep you company at night. The door to your chambers opened, and you quickly slid it into your sleeve before wincing as you felt a small amount of blood seep into your skin.
Fear consumed every inch of your body as soon as you saw who it was. Feeling your heart beat so violently against your chest, on the verge of erupting from the ribs, keeping it at bay. You kept your feet pressed firmly to the ground. Perhaps to put an end to its shakiness or to run at the first chance. Or Possibly both.
You tried to remain stern. Yet with your panicked eyes, raised brow, and quivering lips. It gave it all away. His mouth opens to speak, but not a word is said.
Then you saw the narrowing of his eye. As you follow his gaze, you notice your sleeve is stained with blood. And you try to stay put when he advances towards you. In a sudden move, your body is steered toward him, grabbed by the arm. Your hands on his chest, pressing your palms against him, pushing as hard as you can.
You gasp when the arm that was held is clenched tightly. “The green suits you,” he finally speaks. It being his first words. And you can't resist the urge to punch him in the face right there and then. Even when you feel his breath on your skin and his nose lightly touching yours.
You move your head away, only to whimper when his other hand grasps the back of your neck. Forcing you to remain put. And you feel his lip just barely brush your ear's outer shell as he asks, "Did you think I wouldn't notice what is exposed on your sleeve?" Your body trembles as if you were under a harsh, freezing rain.
His fingers press into the sleeve where the blade's outline is. You didn't know why you did it. Perhaps it was the desperation. Perhaps it is the lingering anger. Perhaps it was just plain stupidity. But your feet collided with his knee. He backed away, his grip slipping.
The small blade taken out of the sleeve was thrust at him. While he was taken off guard. In a blink of an eye, his hand moved. Retaining the wrist that held the blade. It was only a few inches from his throat. With just one push. Just one. The tip would pierce the skin.
Truly, you had no plan on what to do next. Hurting him was your only hope. To get rid of him. Outside the hallways was Criston. You would be caught and put to death. But you’ve long since come to terms that you won’t live to see another day. At least you will leave the world having done something.
But your strength has proven to be feeble against his. His grip was firm while yours trembled.
The blade backed away from his throat. But it's not you. It's the hand placed over yours. Your eyes widen when he doesn't put his hand down, pressing it against yours instead. More so when the blade is moving to your side. And before you realize it, it’s just centimeters away from your face.
You try to remove your hand away, but his grip prevents it. You didn't look away from him when the tip of the blade touched your cheek. Even when you felt it firmly graze the skin, but not deep enough to cut it.
Then the blade is taken. Thrown to the side. Your eyes follow it.
Only to shriek when he grasps your hair and pulls you roughly to his side. Then, with a yank of your hair, you were forced to follow him where his hand went. Your hand frantically reaches for his, sinking your nails deep into his skin. A hiss is heard, but all it does is make him pull your hair up, throwing your head back.
With one last tug, you found yourself colliding with something hard. Tears began to form in your eyes as your nose bumped into the wall. Before you even have a chance to push yourself off, your face is shoved to the wall once more. On the back of your head was his hand.
Your legs are exposed to the warm air. And you realize it’s Aemond tugging at your gown. Your hand reaches back, hitting, scratching. Doing whatever it takes to stop him. Gasping when hearing the fabric being torn.
He then presses his body against yours, caging you to the wall. By now, the gown is tugged far above your waist, exposing your lower region to the prince.
Briefly coming face-to-face with him. You spat in his face. It wasn't about stopping him at this point. There was no way of doing so. No amount of kicks or slaps will dissuade him. This was just for the sake of humiliation. To degrade him in any way. And it worked-jaw tightened and eye blinking a few times at your doing.
Your victory was however short-lived. You are grabbed yet again. Your stomach landing on something soft. The bed. You looked back, thinking he’ll turn you over. Feel his fingers tracing your thigh. Rather, you witness him take his pants' belt off. Your stomach drops. He is going to take you in this position.
You move to lift your body only to be immediately pushed back down. Kicking your legs as he pushes the gown up once more. He merely holds them. Your behind exposed to the air in the room. You sense him coming up the bed. Spreading your legs as his knees are in the space between.
He lies on top of you, chest pressed against your back. Your heart beat was felt in your throat, thumping loudly. But you told yourself not to plead, not to beg for mercy. It’ll only arouse him. He drank on your suffering and you weren’t willing to give him anything to satisfy on.
His hand reaches down to rub his cockhead around your hole, chucking at the sounds of your whimpers. Your fingers gripped the sheets, a fear of what he’ll do burning within you. A hand comes to your throat. And then the head of his cock pushed into your hole. And you found yourself almost on the verge of screaming at the sensation.
It’s all too painful. His cock stretches you wide, making you feel every inch of him. Unconscious tears slip down your cheeks as you’re forced to adjust to his size. You tried to ease into the sensation, but this is unlike anything before.
All kinds of noises were coming out of you. Every vein and ridge against your sensitive walls can be felt. Igniting a fire down to your core. Aemond lets out a throaty groan. You detest how the heat spreads to your skin when hearing it.
“Didn’t think you’d get any tighter,” he muses before ramming his cock into your hole. You’re embarrassed at the loud moan that escaped your lips. He pushed back and forward with short, shallow thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies with each passing second.
With each stroke, you feel him move deeper. Feel the way you clench so tightly around his cock. Feel his hands moving from underneath you from your stomach to your chest. Another moan escapes you when his hand squeezes your fabric-covered breasts. His thrusts have gotten faster, and you find yourself unable to keep up with his pace.
Without even realizing, you inch forwards; the feeling is overwhelming and disorienting. Your face is wet with tears, but they are no longer from the pain. Everything is coated in pleasure. Filled to the brim with each snap of his hips against your ass.
His thrusts have started to get sloppy and frantic. Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with relative ease. And then it happened. He reaches his high, spurting thick ropes of cum over your velvet walls as his cock twitches inside of you.
You’re taken back when he goes back to rolling hips again. And it was only after experiencing the ecstasy of an orgasm that you understood why he had done it. Your face feels warm as you lay there with him on top of you, your juice trickling down your thigh. You're certain that Criston heard your cries when your orgasm hit.
Then he pulls away. Adjusting himself and then heading to leave. Briefly, he pauses. Maybe you were thinking too much of it, but you were sure he had something to say. Before the whole incident with the blade. In relation to the blade, you find out the prince didn't bring it with him.
You remain in bed the same way the prince left you—you don't know how long. You aren't compelled to leave until Ser Criston enters after knocking on your door. Being made to put on a new gown and get your sleeve bandaged.
If Criston did indeed hear the noises that came earlier that day, he didn’t show it. If he had noticed the change in the wardrobe and the trembling in every step due to your sore legs, he said nothing.
Soon you are sat with a table in front of you, an empty sheet of paper, and some ink on the side. The chair in front of you is occupied by the queen regent, who is surrounded by other members of the council. An awkward silence fills the chambers. However, when Otto spoke, it cut through the tension in the room like a knife through butter.
He claims that a rumor made its way throughout the castle. “A vile rumor,” Alicent made sure to add. You merely exchange confused looks with them. Every day, whispers are heard. Every day, tens of thousands of rumors are spread. Your eyes flit over to Criston, who is standing to the side; even his face suggests that he might have heard it.
Tyland starts to speak, but he seems to be struggling to find the right words, or rather the appropriate words to use. “That our prince Aemond Targaryen has taken your maidenhood," Lord Wydle interrupts, pausing for a moment before adding, "with force". Tyland goes to speak again, "But we know that's not possibly true-" "Of course it's not," Otto chimes in, cutting Tyland off.
So that’s what it is. And the incident from today comes to mind. Is that what he came to discuss with you. Only for him to force himself on you again. The others stared at you bewildered, as you couldn't help but laugh at the slight irony. The look of almost guilt on Ser Criston's face now makes the most sense.
Your name was called before Criston could look you in the eye. Turning to look at the disgruntled council. They all seem incredibly eager to leave and be done with this whole thing. You won't lie by admitting that it fills you with some amusement. Your gaze catches Alicent's, who has her eyes averted from you.
Your eyes hardly leave her, as Otto demands what you must do. If they are to have spies, these false rumors, as Otto claims they are, will likely reach your mother and Daemon. That you will write a letter to your mother claiming this is all untrue and that your maidenhood remains intact. That you are safe, well, and even happy.
You wanted to laugh once more. Did he think this would fool your mother? To fool Daemon out of all people. Nevertheless, you did as you were told. writing down all of the spoken words. You knew it didn't matter, but you weren't aware that the particular white worm or the handmaiden you dug your nails into was to blame.
Late at night, you didn’t spend as much time in your chambers before a bunch of servants barged into your chambers. They all hurried you into the bathtub, scrubbing and scenting every inch of your body.
You stare in awe at the stunning white dress they are getting you dressed in. It wasn't like the ones you get. The dress's skirts are twice as wide, and the interior linings appear to be made of gold. Your curves are prominently displayed as it tightly envelops your body. And that's not even mentioning all the jewelry they've adorned you with; crafted from jade.
You asked the servants what the occasion was. It was a feast, they told you. A feast? You would be surprised to find quite the crowd at that hour of the night. Still, what feast demands that one dress in such opulence.
The servants scramble to leave the room when the door opens. Criston's presence does not surprise you. He leads you down the wide hallways. Given how heavy the dress is, it was difficult to descend the stairs.
As you continue to walk, you realize how quiet the area is—far too quiet. A feast was intended. Where is the music, the laughter, the chatter. You now are faced with a closed door. “They’re waiting for you,” he says. And the realization dawns on you.
What sort of feast would wait for you. Why would they wait for you. You were the daughter of their sworn enemy. A traitor in their eyes. You're a hostage, for goodness' sake. Hostage, hostage, hostage—that phrase kept repeating in your head.
This was a wedding. They were waiting for you. The bride.
The words Alicent said played in the back of your head: "You know what this means." When Aemond entered your chambers, that is what he wanted to tell you. But was rather distracted by something else, and even if he weren't, he wouldn't have told you. Most likely, everyone on the Council was involved. And as you turned to face Criston, you, at last, understood the guilt on his features.
He gives you a pleading look, as if not to fight this. To just accept it. But you shook your head as you took a few steps back. Feeling as though the place is begging to spin, and having such a tightness in your throat, making it all the harder to breathe. Criston calls for you as you move away, but it all seems like a haze to you.
The sinking feeling in your stomach makes you bend, a need to vomit, but nothing comes out. You place your hands on your chest as it moves up and down rapidly, trying to calm it down. Following you, the knight is at a loss for what to do as
You jump and move to push the hand that touches you. Surprised to see it’s Alicent. More so when she grabs you in her arms. Your body tensed under her touch. But it’s been so long since anyone showed you an ounce of kindness that oddly enough, you welcomed it.
To her shoulder, you sobbed, drenching the cloth. It doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. Her hand moves to your back, rubbing up and down as she soothes your cries. You tried to imagine this was the arms of your mother. That it was her comforting you, reassuring you.
Your blood turns cold and your fantasy is crushed when you hear Alicent's words "Make him happy". And you drew yourself away from her. Looking down at her, your eyes were filled with disdain. When she goes to offer you a small cloth, you use the sleeves instead to dab your tears and snot.
With your eyes puffy and red, you move to stand in front of the door. With a nod to Criston, you signal the doors to open. It's not like you had a choice in the matter. All heads turn to the sound.
Only a few people were present. The family, as well as the green council, were present. They were all clearing a path for you to walk to the altar. So you were right. They were all in this together.
A three-step staircase was in front of you. From behind you, Alicent descends the stairs and rushes to the side of her family where Otto and Helaena are. Aegon is also standing there, and when you see him leave his family's side and come toward you, you try to convey your confusion.
Coming up the stairs, he moves to your side. “What’re you doing” you whisper low enough so the others wouldn’t hear. He offers you his arm, "Your father is dead isn't he?". Daemon should be the one to walk you. But he’s not here is he. With a sigh, you take his arm and link it with yours as you step down the stairs.
While you do so, you can feel everyone watching your every step. But your gaze is fixed on the altar, not on any of them. Aemond is waiting for you. You think your mind is playing tricks on you, seeing his eye on yours getting darker and darker with each step. Filled with madness only a Targaryen would possess.
It's unusual to not see him dressed in black; instead, he adorns the color white, bright gold-lined clothing that looks similar to yours. There were red accents and some black patterns. He has styled his long, silvery hair as usual, but a braid is added resting on his shoulder. It pains you to admit it, but there was a moment when he was illuminated by a new light, allowing you to appreciate his beauty like never before.
Your attention shifted to the crowd before you could approach him. Each with a different expression. Otto has a stern expression on his face, Helaena is staring at you blankly, and Alicent is the only one who smiles at you through her eyes conveying a different story.
When you finally get to the one-eyed prince, you almost gasp at how quickly he takes hold of your hand and frees you from his brother's grip before Aegon could hand you over to him.
The moment your feet are on the altar with the septon looking over you both. The panic that strikes again is unavoidable. You make eye contact with a few people in the crowd as you turn your head to face them; they are able to see the horror in your eyes. The desperation you feel as you silently beg for someone to say something, to speak up about this injustice. The room, however, is still utterly silent.
Fingers gripping your jaw, face turned back to the man in front of you. Surprisingly, it was a gentle touch. The violet eye catches your tear-filled ones. It tells you that you’re alone. That nothing can or will change this. That this is your fate.
In response, you swallow and nod your head. Accepting the hand that reaches to you, facing the Septon. As the septon speaks, you allow a tear to slip down your cheek. Accepting your demise, at last. When you turn your head to look at Aemond, you realize his eye never left yours.
In the sight of gods and men, the two of you exchange vows. Cloaked and brought under his protection. Instead of the traditional red three-headed dragon sigil embroidered in the cloak, it’s gold.
Only Aemond and the Septon can hear your trembling voice. Once the vows have been said. You know this was it. Whatever miracle you hoped for is gone. Shattered to pieces. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.
Standing there, you know what is about to happen. You move in closer to Aemond with the intention of kissing his cheek. Only to be caught off guard at the feeling of his mouth against yours. One hand is on the back of your neck, the other on your waist.
Low murmurs are coming from the sparse crowd. This was far from appropriate. Your hand rests on his shoulder, pressing your palm to the cloth, trying to push him away. Eventually, he does pull away, but not before you felt his tongue slither into your mouth.
The kiss made you feel as if the world was a blur. Your knees weaken and Aemond has you lean on him. You meekly whisper 'to the table', and he complies. Sitting there, you seem to be in a daze. Aegon can be heard raising his wine in a toast, something along the 'Welcoming you into their side.'
Noises soon surround you from all sides. There is music playing, laughter, and conversations happening. But due to the rush of blood to your ears, you can hardly hear anything. Your newlywed husband is seated next to you. The food on your plates hardly touched. Even your wine cups.
You can see the odd looks others gave you. Not a single laugh or word between you and Aemond. He hasn’t even asked you for a dance. It was Aegon who did, coming to his brother’s side. He seemed drunk in such a short time, or maybe he already was but you perhaps didn't notice.
Aegon takes the cup of his brother's wine, taking a sip from it as he extends his hand. Hesitantly, you agree, taking his hand. Aemond’s annoyed look is clearly seen in not only having his cup stolen, but his bride.
What is for you to do. You can't deny a king's request, and even if you do, you're not sure Aemond will come to your defense.
As you dance with Aegon, you once again feel the strange looks of others. The bride is dancing with a man other than her husband. It’s an unusual sight. They keep it to themselves though as this time it’s not the prince they will speak of, but rather the king.
“I must say I didn’t expect this from my brother,” you simply nod along, until his words finally register in your head. At first, you thought he was referring to the wedding, but as soon as you saw that sneering expression on his face, you understood. The rumors. How is it that he made you regret your course of actions in a span of seconds.
“But it was always meant to happen one day,” he mutters. Nervously swallowing at what he meant. Aegon brings you closer to him, “Your mother wanted to wed you to me, you know?” You nod. This came as no shock. Before she moved to Dragonstone, your mother had intended to wed your brother Jace to Helaena and you to Aegon. A resolution to the conflict between two families.
You've always believed Helaena deserved someone as kind and understanding as your brother. But in the process, it meant marrying someone as lustful and arrogant as Aegon. Though those unions were prevented by Alicent as she wed Aegon to Helaena. But on the other hand, you are married to his brother, your fate sealed.
“But did you know you were meant to wed Aemond” now that was what shocked you. You glared reluctantly at him. How is this your first time knowing this. Your mother would’ve surely told you or anyone else in the matter. Though he appears to be in a drunken haze, you wanted to believe he was lying but what motive would he have for doing so.
“Father insisted on it after you took my brother’s eye,” your lips press in a tight line at the mention. “Mother was against it of course, and so was yours, In fact, it was her who ended the proposal,” his grip on your waist tightened as you feel his breath on your face.
You felt trapped under his arms and gaze. But for a time, you choose not to fight him. Your curiosity getting the best of you as you continue to hear him speak. “She said she’ll marry you off to Jace when the two of you come of age, so imagine our surprise dear niece when we come to find he’s to wed Baela instead”.
It’s the reason why you felt his eye on you the entire petition. You thought it was to intimidate you. Maybe it was, but it became more than one reason. He harbored a much deeper grudge against your brother than you believed it to be.
Your mother enters your thoughts. You didn’t understand why she’d lie, never did she mention a possibility of you and Jace ever being wed. Did she somehow fear Alicent. After all, you had taken out her son's eye.
Did she fear Aemond? He was a young boy for the time being, but he’ll soon become a man and grow to resent you. If that is what she believed, no one could blame her for it. In the end, he did hurt you. In all ways possible.
“It’s such a shame that my brother gets to have such a beautiful bride,” your thoughts are abruptly stopped as he says this with his calloused fingers playing with your necklace. A glint in his violet gaze makes you uneasy. You have seen it in lords with intentions beyond courting.
“If you shall ever feel unsatisfied with my brother,” his chest brushes to yours and you move to step back in response. Only to squirm when he tugs harshly at the necklace holding you in place, “you know where to find me,” he finishes, mouth curving upwards. And when his pink lips touch the shell of your ear, his next words send a chill down your spine, “After all, it doesn’t matter which one of us puts a baby in you.”
Putting your hand on his chest to shove him away. And finally, he complies. His hand goes to grab your arm, bringing you over to your table, where you see Aemond. “Come everyone, let’s prepare for the bedding ceremony!”
Everyone can see the king is beyond drunk, eyes barely open, and face red. “There’ll be no bedding ceremony,” Aemond simply responds and for the first time, you feel somewhat grateful at his involvement.
Aegon then reaches to grip his head, muttering under his breath on how it hurts. Ser Criston is signaled and he and another guard drag Aegon out of the place. He’s so intoxicated to the point that he can no longer stand. You don’t miss the way everyone looks at him with exasperation. So this is the king of the seven kingdoms, you bitterly thought.
You’re jolted by Aemond’s touch. “Come, my wife, we must rest,” he says, gesturing for you to follow him and you do so without another word. There was no ‘rest’ with Aemond, or should you call your husband now.
As the second you were in his chambers, it ended with you bare on his bed and him on top of you. The wedding dress of yours torn and thrown somewhere on the ground. The first time was excoriating. The second time was painful. The third time was bearable.
Aemond had left long after, to his own chambers no doubt. Once the doors were closed. Your body writhes in sobs. There is no end to the tears falling. Is this meant to be your life, weeping every day like a widow in mourning. But you’re not mourning a dead husband. You mourn for your life. How it came to be. The tragedies that followed. And will continue to follow.
At night, you are awakened by someone. It was far too early for it to be the morning. You find yourself in complete darkness when you first open your eyes, save for a candle that is close to you. If not for the hand covering your mouth, you would have almost shrieked when you saw a face. The figure wore a cloak. Which they took off to reveal a man. Young for his age.
You remember the compromising position you’re in, grabbing the sheets to hold them to your bare chest. The man looks away awkwardly as he explains who he was and who sent him. His name was Pete. And when the mention of Daemon is made, you sit up right away, almost forgetting to hold the sheets. He then throws you a cloak, facing you with his back.
You quickly put on your clothes and wore the said cloak. Pete opens the door and gestures for you to follow. You hesitantly do so. When you glance out of the corner of your eye, there was nobody watching the hallways. Then you see it. A fire spreading at a far distance. His work, no doubt.
What about Aemond. You asked as the two of you sneak through the halls. “He’ll be dealt with.” Dealt with, hearing this made you almost stop at your tracks. “We had a servant put something in his wine, knock him out for good. The men will have their fun with him.”
Wine? No, he couldn’t possibly mean the one in the wedding. You haven’t seen Aemond take not one sip from it, or maybe he did. It wasn’t as if you were paying attention. But it made sense now. The way Aegon made a fool of himself. You didn't share your discovery with Pete, remaining silent throughout the whole way.
As if sensing your weariness, he turns with a smile, “Don’t worry princess, we’ll give you your justice from that one-eyed scum and that little brat of theirs.” You assume the ‘little brat’ was Aegon. Was it possible? Is Daemon this willing to murder both the king and prince in one night. Chaos has already begun due to war, but this will further exacerbate it.
You don't remember how many stairs you descended until the two of you are moving through a tunnel. The tunnel leads to the chilly wind outside, huddling under your cloak for warmth. In front of you, is the open water. And the boat. Pete kneels down, reaching for the rope that ties the boat to the shore.
Suddenly you scream, but by the time Pete gets to his feet to react, a sword slashes him across the chest. Towering over him is Aemond.
He faces you, a bloodied sword in his hand. As if hunting for its prey, eyes unhinged and crazed. Hair loose and disheveled. A number of cuts were visible on his chest and shoulders. Nose bloodied and a small cut on his lip.
A groan comes out of Pete. And you’re terrified at the realization that he’s still alive. You try to rush over to him, letting out a cry, but it’s too late as Aemond thrusts the sword into his neck. The blood splatters, and even drops, can be seen on his face.
Your hand is placed over your mouth as he draws the sword out, feeling the urge to throw up at the sight. Aemond then raises his sword and points it in your direction. The tip nearly presses against the cloak, and you struggle to keep your chest from fluttering up and down.
“Do you recognize this sword” he asks, quite so casually as if one small step forward wouldn't be enough to pierce your skin. You shake your head. “Look at it,” the fear rendered you unresponsive, and you had to be told a second time. You at last looked.
It looks like every other sword. You recall him using it against Criston during his practice. The familiarity only becomes apparent when your eyes focus on a small detail. A shape that appeared to be missing almost carved out, was seen in the rain guard. Your gasp told him it finally came to you.
“What irony would it be” Aemond’s voice fills the tunnel, “If I killed you with the sword you had given me?” Your stomach clenches when the sword is inches away from your gut. “Or better yet, if I strangle you with my own hands?”
He doesn't give you a chance to speak as the sword falls to the ground and both hands wrap around your throat. “When my foolish brother sobers up, he’d want you dead,” the hand tightens its grip and your head is starting to spin as you gasp for air.
“For what they did to Jaehaerys. A child for a child” cold eye staring at your wide ones. Jaehaerys? Daemon sent a kill for Jaehaerys? No, it had to be a mistake. Your mother would have never allowed that. He was only six, an innocent boy who had done nothing wrong. This was far too cruel even for Daemon.
“This wasn’t all they had done dear wife,” the word ‘wife’ was uttered with malice. Your nails clawed at his hands, but it was all in vain. “I woke up to two men trying to cut off my manhood, a revenge for the princess they said.”
You feel your life is slipping away. Gods, was he going to kill you. Was this how you’ll die. In some dark tunnel on the other side of King’s landing. “But I wonder how your dear step-father of yours will react when he knows how much you’ll miss it if it did,” he spat out. Using all your strength, you try to pry his hands away. Between the struggle, your eyes caught sight of the sword lying a foot away from Pete's body.
A sudden realization dawned on you.
He kept the swords all those years. He trained with it, fought with it. And when he lost his eye, he took the sapphire that you had given him and placed it in its stead.
You were right to fear Aemond in that he’d hurt you. Ruin you. But not in that he’ll kill you. Cause he could have at any moment. He should have left you on that island, but he didn’t. He didn’t put up any struggle when you were wed. He wanted you to wed him. He hated you. There was no doubt, but there was something else, another feeling involved beyond it.
With small ragged gasps, you were able to utter a few words. “Do it,” you say in a raspy voice. “Do it,” you say this time a little louder only to feel his palm press harder. Your lungs start to aches, eyes bulging, and the edge of your vision turning dark. This may be it, your end.
And then his grip loosens. Letting you go.
Your body collapsed to the ground, catching your breath all while coughing. The cold air fills your lungs as you lie on the harsh ground.
His confused look was apparent when you let out a choked laugh. He loved you. The fucker loved you. Loved you in the most fucked up way possible. And it’s killing him, tearing him apart, yet he’s blind do it.
The boat is still on the water, swaying side to side, but there is no way you can escape to it. With your face pressed to the ground, you accepted the reality of the situation. You were trapped. Caged. A hostage.
It’s his fault. All his fault. But you knew once you return to the castle, they will all blame you for the death of the young prince. Point you to the crime. After all, it was done in your name. You may find yourself strangled in sleep, pushed from a window, or poisoned. From someone who assumes this is justice for the prince Jaehaerys.
You needed Aemond. You needed him on your side. If you ever hope to see your mother again, your family again. He was the key.
So when you were lifted by your hair, forced to stand by the prince, he’s surprised by your lips crashing into his. You feel him melting into your touch before he forcibly pulls you away. Lips as blooded as his. As he tilts his head, he yanks your hair, throwing your head back.
He knows what you’re doing, yet he still tugs your head forward for your lips to meet once more. “My place is on your side,” you whisper to his lips. He scoffs under his breath. Liar. That’s what his eye tells you.
Taking a deep breath, you take the courage to do what you must do. Your knee was raised. And his body tenses at what to expect, a kick perhaps. Only to hiss when feeling your knee brush against his lower region. His hand goes to rest on it as if signaling you to stop. But as you fix your gaze on him, you again brush your knees against something firm. The act causes him to groan between his teeth.
You didn’t fight when sensing his hands’ inch under your cloak and your dress. You didn’t fight when he laid you on the rough ground, mounting on top of you. This time, you stared at him, mouth open and brows furrowed. This time it was you who removed his patch. It caused him to hesitate, almost halting his movements, but then he had gone back to moving his hips again, albeit faster than before.
Something damp was felt by your fingers on the ground. Pete's blood. It leaked from his body. You didn't react to it, digging the same bloodied fingers into the prince's shoulder as he sinks rougher inside you.
You were playing a game, and he knew it. The question was how long he was willing to play along.
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Lady Strong | Part 3
PHOTO NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION.
Genre(s): Strong!reader / Angst?
Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV series)
Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryan x Strong!reader / Jacaerys Velaryon x Strong!reader (platonic/siblings)
Summary: It's not easy being a Strong; with a mother who committed suicide, a father who sired three children out of wedlock and then died for it, and a creepy uncle who has nefarious plans for his niece, it's hard to find people who truly mean the best for you. Luckily there are your brothers and your fiance... right?
Warning(s): Oof lads this is a sad one / murder / not good anger management / foul words? / It’s eps 10 so hold on lads
A/n: Not me trying to make this a two-parter💀 also did I use some input of the comments I got? Who knows🤷🏻♀️
[Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Part One] [Part Two]
No words leave your lips as you watch the Queen before locking eyes with your family across the table. Jace jumps up from his seat, fuming. You shake your head subtly to make him stop, but it is no use.
"Who has decided this?"
"Jace!", his mother scolds him, a stern look on her face.
Prince Aemond also raises from his seat. "My mother, the Queen, and Lord Strong, Lady Strong's ward."
You turn towards Prince Aemond. Did he know? For how long did he know what your uncle was conspiring?
You rise from your chair, making both princes look at you. "I must apologise for Prince Jacaerys, my Queen. I'll be a good wife to your son. If I may be excused?"
With one final bow, you walk out of the banquet hall. A heavy feeling slowly grows in your chest. Is this how your mother felt when her engagement was announced to your father? Did they know growing up that they would be engaged, or were they also thrown into the deep?
Once you finally reach your room, you collapse on your bed, laying on the silks as you peer up at the top of the canopy.
Your peace is soon disturbed by Jace barging into your room and slamming the door. He angrily starts to pace in front of the fireplace, his hands on his waist as he mutters to himself.
"Hello to you too, Jace", you sigh but stay put on the bed. He stops to look at you, huffs a couple of times and continues pacing.
"They can't do this! He's... insufferable! And cruel!"
"Have you even talked to him since Laena Valeryon's funeral?", you challenge him.
Jace stops in his warpath, his silhouette illuminated from behind by the fire but his confused expression is very clear. "Why are you defending him? They're forcing you into this marriage to make you spy on us."
That makes you sit up and raise an eyebrow. "Who said that?"
"Mother for sure will put a stop to this─"
"She won't." You get up from the bed and walk towards him. "Because she ─ like me ─ knows this is the best option. Yes, it is an arranged marriage. But your own got announced too today! It's the same, Jacaerys, and you know it."
That makes him shut up. He swallows and turns his head to the side, looking at nothing in particular.
"I'm sure he's a good man, Jace."
Jace gives you a look, and you return it. "How do you know?", he fires back, "you haven't talked to him too since! He could be a rapist for all we know."
"He's not Aegon", you hiss.
"No, we don't need another trying to claim the throne", he hisses back.
"I took a knife for him."
"And one for Luke!"
You shake your head and turn around, massaging your temples as you feel a headache brewing. "Please Jace... can we continue this tomorrow? I already lost my appetite. I don't want to lose my sleep too."
Jace, for once this entire time, get's reasonable and makes to leave my room. "Do you want me to extinguish the fire?", he asks, standing in the doorway.
You shake your head, "I'll do that myself."
Jace nods and closes the door behind him. As soon as Jace's footsteps are no longer heard, the first vase flies through your room.
A yell escapes from your lips as you trash the bedroom, taking out your anger on the furniture and decoration. You are so angry it hurts. Deep from within anger burns through your fingertips and out as you throw another candle against a wall.
Blood spills out of your hands as you watch the fire crackle in the fireplace, your chest raising up and down, straining against your stays.
Your anger soon replaces with sadness. You let yourself drop to the ground, covering your mouth as you sob uncontrollably.
Your father said to always look strong, and be the exact person they expect you to be from your house. Never show weakness in front of the eyes of the court. He knew how ruthless they could be and when shown just one grain of insecurity or weakness, they would latch onto it and tear you apart.
And you've stayed strong, all those years. You've endured being burned, stabbed, sliced, and loneliness at Herrenhal. Never truly feeling at home anywhere.
Haven't you given enough?
How could they? How could Larys do this to you? You knew that he didn't love you, but selling you off to the one who's vocal about your brothers' true birthright and his wish to maim Lucerys.
And now you're going to marry that man. Are they going to expect you to switch your loyalties? You've never really cared for Rhaenyra. Feeling indifferent about her was the best option. But your brothers...
You would do anything for them. You know if their mother doesn't become queen, they're going to be killed. And you don't know how you would handle the death of either of them.
Without realizing it, you fall asleep in the middle of the trashed room. Throughout the night, the fire has extinguished itself, the coals still smouldering once you get woken up by a servant. A gasp leaves her lips at the state of the room and of you.
She quickly ushers you into a chair that somehow survived your rampage. She puts some ointment on your hands, binding them before putting you in a beautiful dress.
The Princess and Prince decided to leave the capital to bring their children home before returning to stay with the King.
Luke and Joffrey hug you tearfully, knowing it will be a long time before they see you again.
Princess Rhaenyra looks at you worried. "Please know that you may not be of my blood, but I consider you to be my daughter. Pay no mind to Lord Vaemond's words."
You send her a small smile. "I know, my Princess. And I am grateful for the kindness you've shown me all these years. Even if I may not have shown it at all times."
She gives you a smile back and caresses your cheek before making room for her eldest son to say goodbye.
Jace's eyes zero in on your bandaged hands and he narrows them, "you have to stop hurting yourself for others. You're not a martyr."
"I do not", you hiss at him silently, making sure nobody sees it.
"Mother has assigned Ser Erryk Cargsyll as your personal guard", he whispers as he hugs you tightly. "She knows something isn't right. Starting with that cunt watching you."
You turn around and see Aemond observing the departure.
Jace mounts Vermax and holds for one last time your hand before pushing off of the ground, tears in your eyes. You know a storm is brewing between the Greens and the Black, and you're right in between it all.
As soon as the ships leave the port, Aemond makes his way next to you, watching as you wave them off in hope of a good journey.
"I was hoping we could take a stroll through the gardens. Catch up after so many years apart."
What a delight.
You nod and the both of you walk next to each other in silence. He has his hands clasped behind his back while you fiddle with the hems of your sleeves.
Ser Erryk watches the prince with hawk's eyes as he stands at the entrance of the garden, his hand on his sword in case the Prince dares to do something foolish. But you doubt that.
"Tell me, Lady Strong, what is Harrenhal like?"
You look up at the Prince in search of something on his face. But what? That he's jesting you? For cruelty?
"It's barren after the fire. But it's almost rebuilt. In my honest opinion, it's bland. Most of the heirlooms and the personal belongings of my family have disappeared."
He hums. "And do you miss your mother? I assume you left her behind travelling here."
He- he can't be serious, right? How does he not know?
"She's dead, your Highness."
The Prince stops in his tracks, a few steps behind you. "I apologise, I didn't know. How did she die?"
Well, if he wants the know you, that is a surefire way to do it. "She took her life jumping from the highest tower in Harrenhal when I was still a small child."
Surprisingly, Prince Aemond reaches for your hands, clasping them in his. A single hand of his dwarfs your own but the two of them engulf yours.
"You must have been terribly alone, all those years at Harrenhal."
What... is he doing?
Smiling uncomfortably, you pull your hands away. "I've had my family. It seems like your relationship with the Queen is very close, your Highness."
Smooth, changing the subject.
Aemond nods. "Yes. To be fair, I was never close to my father as a child. He was always busy being king, and turning a blind eye to the antics of his eldest daughter." He glances at you to gauge your reaction. Of course, he would take a dig at the parentage of your brothers. That's how he lost an eye in the first place
Choosing to ignore the comment, you say nothing. It's better to keep quiet than say something you would regret.
"You've grown wise over the years. And even more beautiful than we were children. The years have done you well."
The comment makes you produce the most unflattering noise a lady can make, at least that is what your septa told you; a snort.
It makes the Prince smile on his own as he watches you laugh. "Am I not speaking the truth?"
"I would hardly call myself beautiful, my Prince. I've been told that scars can be most unflattering."
"Scars are battles you've fought. Fights you won, and duels you lost. They are something you are to be proud of." He reaches out a hand and touches the scar on your collarbone, just like the day before. Only this time, you don't pull away.
His hand travels down, grabbing your hand. He starts to loosen the bandages and grazes the wounds that you inflicted on yourself. A hiss escapes your lips as it is a sore spot.
As you are fixated on Aemond holding your hand, you don't notice his other one reaching up at your face. He caresses the scar that runs through your top lip. It's the scar you got for him, defending him from the Strong bastards that faithful night. Defending him from your own brothers.
Your breath hitches. His hands are hot, scorching against your skin. The intimate moment lights up a fire within you, low in your belly. A fire you've never felt before.
The rather intimate moment gets interrupted by a servant fetching the Prince at the request of the Queen. He hums, his eyes still focused on you.
"You've won all your battles, my Lady Strong", he whispers, pulling his hands off of you, but not before rebadging your hand. He presses a kiss on the palm of your hand and goes after the servant.
Your breathing is harsh while your heart runs a thousand miles an hour. What the fuck just happened? Since when is Aemond Targaryen so affectionate? To anyone? Was this whole marriage his doing, and not that of your uncle and the Queen?
Glancing at Erryk, you give him an apologetic look before you make your way out of the garden and towards the library, not knowing what else to do until dinner.
And dinner does not come fast. And it passes slowly. Aemond has asked you to join him in his chambers. You know you can't decline, he's a prince after all.
Getting into bed quite late and your belly full of good food and Dornish wine, you sleep through the commotion early in the morning.
The King has died.
Only when a servant girl comes to dress you up quickly because your presence is wanted by the Queen, you do notice something's wrong.
Everybody is on edge and looking sombre, their eyes downcast. The banners have changed from their normal red colour to black.
Once you enter the Queen's quarters, you see her with a distressed look on her face. You curtsey.
"My dear (Y/n). Take a seat."
You cautiously take place next to her on the two-seater, your hands clasped in your lap.
She sighs once, "now you're betrothed to my son, you're expected to have your alliance with the Greens. Can I count on you?"
The question baffles you. Where your alliance lay was never an issue. Nobody ever expected you to choose a side.
"I... I don't understand, my Queen."
Queen Alicent stands up from the couch, towering over you. "The King has died in his sleep. His dying wish was for Aegon to ascend the throne. He is the true heir."
This makes you stand up yourself. "With all due respect, your Majesty. But Princess Rhaenyra was named heir of the iron throne almost twenty years, and in all those years the King never wavered from his choice to place his oldest daughter as heir."
She turns around with a disappointed look on her face. "Alright. Lock her up and don't let her out before she changes her mind."
Two guards who were stationed at the door grab both an arm and drag you out of the Queen's chambers. You thrash and squirm, anything to get out of their iron-like grip.
You make eye contact with Erryk, in hope that he will save you. But he shakes subtly his head. Like he wants to say not yet.
The guards throw you in your room and lock the door. Screaming and banging on the door until your voice is hoarse does nothing, you've discovered. Trying to pry open the lock also does nothing.
Only after you've given up, the lock rattles and Ser Erryk steps through the door dressed in a black cloak and also holding one.
"We have to leave, now." He throws the cloak at you and without thinking, you do what he says. He opens a secret passage in a wall and leads you through the inner workings of the castle, sneaking past white cloaks and to the stables.
He pushes a satchel in your hands. You peak inside and it's King Viserys' crown. "Whatever you do, keep it secure. If you follow the winding road to the north, you'll be at Dragonstone in one and a half days through the western shortcut. Ride fast and be safe."
With those words, you depart from King's Landing at full speed on horseback, only stopping at night to rest but further continuing on.
Once Dragonstone finally comes into view, you jump off the horse and run the last few steps up the bridge. What you're met with is a funeral for what looks like a baby.
Trying to control your breathing, you make your way to Princess Rhaenyra, now Queen Rhaenyra. You pull the crown out of the satchel and kneel down, holding the crown up.
"I, Lady (Y/n) Strong, daughter of Harwin Strong of house Strong and Deranna Florent of house Florent, pledge my allegiance to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name, the Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men."
Prince Daemon walks up to you and takes the crown from your hands, studying it. He turns around and places the crown on the rightful Queen's head and kneels down. Soon everybody follows as they pledge their loyalty to the Black Queen.
Soon, everybody makes the council room ready for the first Black Council, Jace pulls you aside into a hug.
"How did you escape? I thought they would surely lock you up."
"They did, but Ser Erryk helped me escape and bring the crown."
Jace lets out a sigh. "Thank the Gods you're safe. I couldn't sleep at the thought of you being with the usurpers."
Smiling at him, you squeeze his hand. "They haven't harmed me. But Queen Alicent made me swear my loyalty to Aegon. I didn't, and that's why they locked me up in my room."
As the council is summoned, Jace and Luke keep you close to them out of protection. Most of the things being discussed, you don't understand, but once they bring up the alliances and Jace says the Queen should send him and Luke.
Stepping up, you open your mouth. "Please, my Queen, send me with them. I may not be of royal blood, like your sons, but I would like to do my part. If you allow me."
Jace gives you a stern look, obviously not agreeing with you.
Before the Queen can agree or disagree, Luke speaks up. "She can join me, mother. Arrax is big enough for the two of us."
After a moment of thinking, she agrees. Once you receive the letters, you make your way outside. The Queen has borrowed you some of her old dragon riding gear.
Before you depart with Luke, she pulls you aside. "Before you and your father left for Harrenhal, he asked me to look after you if he came to die. I know I haven't always honoured my promise the best I could. Please, be careful out there. I know Alicent has sent her children to get alliances." She gives you a piercing look that makes you nod your head dutifully.
The flight to Storm's End is windy and thunder rumbles in the sky. Once you've arrived, the sharp wind whips through your bones. Luke helps you off Arrax but you stop both in your tracks once you see Vhagar in the distance.
"I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon", begins Luke bravely, stopping in front of the guards. "I bring a message to Lord Borros from the Queen."
The guards nod and turn around, a motion for you to follow them. You grab his hand and squeeze it in reassurance before walking after him in the hall.
Luke approaches Lord Borros, who sits on his throne-like chair at the end of a long hall. Three women stand to the right of him, which you presume are his daughters. To the left stands Aemond, his back turned towards the others as he converses softly with another woman. He glances at the both of you, his eyes keeping trained on you. His jaw is ticked and his single eye is harsh.
A knight announces our arrival as Luke goes to stand in the middle of the hall.
Aemond turns fully, and Luke looks at him almost scared. The white-haired man smirks.
Luke turns back towards the lord on his throne. "Lord Borros... I brought you a message from my mother... the Queen."
Lord Borros does not look amused. "Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King. Which is it? King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it." He laughs, but it's condescending. "What is your mother's message?"
Luke holds out the rolled-up scroll for a guard to take and bring to the Lord. The Lord demands a maester, who reads the written message. He whispers it in the Lord's ear.
The Lord looks pissed. "Remind me of my father's oath? King Aegon at least came with an offer: my sword and banners for a marriage pact. The firstborn of Prince Aemond will marry one of my daughter's descendants. Isn't that right, Lady Strong?"
As suddenly the attention is on you, you still. How dare he, sell my potential babe off to the highest bidder.
"If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed? Boy?"
Without any hesitance, Luke answers, "my lord, I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed." He looks at Aemond, who still has a smug look on his face. He knows he has won this round.
"So you come with empty hands. Go home, pup. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."
With a raised chin and taking the harsh words of the Lord like a true Prince. "I shall take your answer to the Queen, my lord."
He turns around and looks at your proud face, he subtly grabs your hands in search of a supporting lifeline. He's just a boy, after all.
But Aemond's, "wait, my Lord Strong", makes you both stop in your tracks.
Walking back, you're ready for the conflict to come.
"Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"
Sending a cautious look towards Aemond. "My Prince..."
"I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior."
"A fight would be little challenge. No." He reaches up and removes his eyepatch, revealing a sapphire in place of the eyeball he lost. "I want you to put out your eye. That's the least you could do after mutilating me and your sister."
Aemond looks at you now with both of his eyes uncovered, a dangerous gleam in them. This is not the same boy from all those years back you spent in the capital with, who would sit next to you as you both would read. This is not the same man that showed you his tender side in the gardens.
This is a man out for revenge. For blood.
"One is enough. I would not blind you."
"He owes you nothing", you say, standing between Luke and Aemond and pointing the dagger he just threw towards the young prince.
An amused smile grows on his face. "Hm, how brave it is to step in front of your baby brother, Lady Strong. But this is between him and me."
Tightening your grip around the handle, you raise it. "Don't forget, Aemond, I took a blade for you that night. We both are 'mutilated', as you call it. But only one is out for revenge."
As Luke declines behind you, Aemond advances and grabs the hand that holds the blade and holds it up to your neck.
"Than you are craven as well as a traitor, Lord Strong. Give me your eye or your sister dies!", he bellows, pushing the blade so harshly against your skin that it cuts.
Having enough, you launch your feet backwards and kick him in the nuts. Aemond folds double and you see your escape.
"Luke! Run!", you yell, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
As you both mouth Arrax, Aemond comes sprinting after you, sword in his hand and rage in his eyes. He himself jumps up on Vhagar.
It has started to storm in the meantime you have been inside, Arrax restless. Luke speaks High Valerian to the dragon before taking off.
Wrapping your arms tightly around the boy's waist, he looks wildly around him, in search of the large dragon. But it's hard to see anything due to the rain.
Out of nowhere, the largest she-dragon appears, flying above you. She attacks, snapping at the both of you as Aemond's laughter is heard through the clouds. Arrax can barely dodge them.
A chase starts and Luke sends Arrax down, towards the water. Vhagar is hot on your heels.
Luke sees a cliffside and flies towards it, in the hope of losing Aemond there. It seems to work for a while, as Vhagar is too big for the cracks.
Out of nothing, Arrax turns around and attacks Vhagar. The elder dragon roars angrily, setting in the chase again, this time of her own will.
"The clouds, Luke! Get above the clouds!", you yell, trying to get above the thunder and lightning.
The dragon obeys and you both hold on for dear life as Arrax does his best to gain control over the ancient dragon out to get him.
Finally breaching the clouds, you let out a breath of relief. "Do you see him?"
Luke shakes his head, looking wildly around to spot the dragon.
Vhagar jumps out of the clouds, her beak open and ready to devour. In his final effort, Luke pushes you off Arrax. As you fall, you watch how Vhagar devours Luke and Arrax, the wings of the beast falling down with you.
You scream, plunging quickly to your death. Arrax's blood hits you in your face as a wing crash against you.
Crashing into the sea, you took your final gasp of air before your lungs fill up with salt water. You try to fight the violent waters, but it was helpless. There was no way you know what is up and what is down.
As you lay helplessly in the last moments of consciousness, accepting your fate, a dark figure enters the water and swims towards you. White hair spread around like a halo, you feel how the person grabs your waist and pulls you up to the surface. Or at least, that is what you think it is doing. For all you care, it could be a siren.
Before your face hits the surface, you close your eyes and let death welcome you.
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The White Dragon (11)
11. Kicks of a drowning man
MASTERLIST
Summary: You were counting the pieces on your side of the board, alliances and pacts must be made to level the playfield
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, targaryen incest, mentions of incest, thoughts and talks about underage marriage. brief oral sex and smut.
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3.4 k
Notes: I’m changing something… I said Aemma was six, but I want to turn her to 7, one year older. The twins and Jacaerys are 10, Aegon is 14, Helaena is 12, Aemond 10 as well. Luke is 8, Joffrey a newborn.
“If you ignore our children again Harwin, I swear, I will take them and the dragons and go back home right that second”, you said firmly, and he looked at you like you’d just tell him you killed somebody. The discussion between you and Harwin about what happened in the courtyard continued
“What?”, Harwin whispered back
“You ignored our children today at training, choosing to spur Jacaerys on a fight against Cole’s pawn, Aegon”, you threw on his face, “like some sort of sick game between you and Cole”
“Those kids were being neglected by Cole, he is the heir to the throne”, he muttered
“Unlike our children that are just heirs to Harrenhal?”, you asked bitterly
“Is not about that!” he said then, “Jacaerys is the heir and he is being neglected by everybody, Laenor, Cole, all of them, they don’t give a shit about him”
“Well, you are his father… so…”, you could see his patience with you leaving him, so you sighed loudly, the poor kids were being neglected, you could tell and you’d been here for a couple of days, they weren’t getting the respect they needed. “Let Steffon train him then”, you asked
“Oh right, your sworn sword is it?”, he asked in a mocking tone
“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked then
“He’ll do anything for you, and you love him!”
“I love him like a brother!”, you answered back
“Well you're a Targaryen”, he said then
“Harwin!”, you called, “He is loyal to us!”, he sighed then
“I don’t want to fight”, he relented
“I don’t want a child that isn’t mine with your blood and everyone knowing it”, you said then, and he looked at you, “being here puts everyone in danger”, you continued, “we are right here were everyone can see us”, you said then
“Your sister needs you”, he whispered, kissing your shoulder
“I need you”, you continued. “Harwin I need you”, you accentuated the “I”
“You have me”, he assured you
“Are you sure?” you asked then, “this is a dangerous game”
“You have me”, he sentenced, “Cole was suspended from being the boys tutor”, he said then, “you will supplant him with Steffon, and he and I will train everyone, all the kids”
“Even my half siblings?”, you asked then
“Yes”, he said
“The Queen will never allow this”, you muttered
“Cole has a record of violence, remember Rhaenyra's wedding?”, he asked then and you nodded, “and now this?”
“Alicent is going to act out”, you said then
“No one can debate that Steffon is the best swordsman in the Red Keep”, you nodded, thinking about what to do next. And then you looked at Harwin right by your side, caressing your arm softly
“I’m sorry…” you whispered, “for always putting you up with trials”
“I deserve it”, he admitted, “And I will pass each and every one of them”
King Viserys might be playing dumb, like he was the blindest man that ever walked the seven Kingdoms, but it was far from that.
He adores his daughters, he adores the way they reminded him of Aemma, they both were his legacy, the love of his life’s legacy. And watching them both at his side on the small council filled him with pride, their decisive looks, their ideas, their knowledge. His youngest daughter had fit perfectly, showing great promise, both of them together were a force to be reckoned with.
When he told Rhaenyra to strengthen her claim all those years ago, she understood the need behind it, and got married, and had children. He was happy, and satisfied, but now, she needed the other most important part of being a monarch, or a future monarch at that.
Allies.
Rhaenyra needed allies, at court, and outside of it. And now her sister was here, she, you, were smarter in that aspect, you weren’t even in direct line to the succession of the throne and you had allies, friends. You were a born diplomat, you had bonded with a wild dragon and was the third biggest one in the known world. And when you arrived at court, Rhaenyra’s claim was strengthened tenfold.
As he watched intently his small council interact and discussed solutions for the latest problems of the Kingdom, he watched Alicent’s grim face looking at the other side of the table at both princesses.
Another battle front had been opened, the Queen. Alicent was restless, and she took every opportunity, especially after the birth of baby Joffrey a couple of weeks ago, to undermine Rhaenyra and sow seeds of mistrust between the heiress and the court, the small council and the rest of her family.
He only pretended to be blind, but he clearly saw the breach that was breaking his family apart. He had to mend it. He had to give Alicent calm about her future and the future of her children. Because you were the second heir to the throne. Not Aegon.
He had to bring you back into the fold, and… he had to unify his family
Now Alicent had ended Rhaenyra’s request to marry Helaena with Jacaerys, but… there was another match possible inside of the two estranged families.
As he let out a tired sigh, calling for the attention of everyone in the room, Alicent immediately called the meeting off, claiming he needed to rest, and somehow that is exactly what he wanted her to do.
. . .
The Queen didn’t like it, she didn’t like the power both of them held together, the younger princess came to change everything, and the place she had made for herself this past ten years was in jeopardy.
With Larys seated at her table, eating pie and drinking wine, she looked down from her window to the gardens. Where she saw the Strong children playing. Aemma’s silver hair shining under the noon sun.
“The Targaryen genes are Strong”, she jumped when Larys whispered in her ears
“Yes, indeed”, he agreed
“A pretty little thing, you’d argue that no child bared of a Targaryen and a Strong ever had silver hair, but… she slipped through the cracks”
“What are we saying?”, she asked then, “that she is illegitimate?”, that certainly interested her
“Oh no”, he smiled simply, “look at her eyes… there are my brother’s certainly” he sipped on his cup of wine. “and from what I heard from my visits to the White Hall, they keep each other satisfied, all night long they would…”
“I understand”, she cut him off, “thank you Lord Larys”
“She is a precious little princess, so young… so… moldable”, she looked at him fearful of his intentions, “she should be put under your wing, my Queen, keep her close to the family”
“You are saying…”
“You should betrothed her to Prince Aemond, since Aegon and Helaena are about to be betrothed now”
The Queen didn’t say anything, she just kept looking at the children playing, chasing each other. Soon the alleged Velaryons joined them, and then… under her surprised gaze, even Aemond and Helaena joined them
“Can we play?”, asked Helaena, and little Aemma grabbed her hand and they teamed up against the boys as they laughed
“I want to be in the girl’s team!” muttered Rhaegar, jumping to their side, as they continued their games, chasing each other
Alicent scowled, her daughter was two and ten now, a young lady, she shouldn’t be… but then she realized she had never saw Helaena smiling like that, she was so happy running around with her sibling and her nephews
Having princess Aemma under her care and tutelage certainly would play in her favor.
“What about your brother, Lord Lyonel?” she continued
“Well, since he married the prince, not even once he has even looked at another, Lucerys and Joffrey are not his…”
“Do we know? Who is Rhaenyra’s lover?”, she asked
“Not yet”, he continued
“Your brother beating poor Ser Criston, he might as well have confessed the parentage of Jacaerys…”, she tried
“He is a prince consort now, certainly harder to confront”, admitted Larys, “now he can get away with it”
“It amazes me, how the gods reward those who had acted so poorly and committed such offenses”, she whispered, “I wish my father was here…”
“He would certainly put a stop to the princess’ antics”, conceded Larys, suspiciously sipping from his cup. And without thinking more of it, Alicent dismissed Larys and
Alicent was more than surprised than when she came to her chambers and was called upon the King
“Alicent my dear”, he started with that shy smile, “I’ve been thinking about the future of our children…”
“Is that so, husband?”, she asked
“And I see clearly the division amongst our family…”
“Speak plainly, husband”, she encouraged
“I think we should betrothe our son, Aemond, with Princess Aemma”. She certainly didn’t expect that
“Husband…”, she snapped
“I know she is too young, they will only be betrothed, until she comes of age, of four and ten”
“I agree”, and that amazed him, that she would say yes, “she is a sweet little girl of 7”
She already refused Rhaenyra’s proposal, and she knew she had to bend her arm on this one. She had betrothed Helaena and Aegon, he will have to marry Aemond, her only comfort was that Aemond could live in the Red Keep, and furthermore, if he was married to the Princess’ little brat, he could be spared when Rhaenyra took the power after her husband.
“Splendid!” cheered the king, “we should invite our daughter for supper to tell her the good news!”. Alicent smiled fakely
Aemma was a silver haired Targaryen, well, she was a Strong, but a legitimate daughter, it could be worse, thought Alicent, she was young, she could be raised at her liking, her and Aemond’s liking. After that chain of thoughts she breathed more easily
After the small council meeting, you walked away from the room with Rhaenyra by your side
“We don't need a marriage pact to consolidate our alliance dear sister”, you said. And her face was immediately frustrated. You understood her, it could have been perfect if Jacaerys and Helaena were betrothed, certainly a balm to the political injuries the family was suffering.
“You don’t want to wed Jacaerys and Aemma”, she sentenced, and you sighed out
“They are practically full siblings”, you whispered looking at her, “and not in a Targaryen way”
“She will be Queen one day”, she whispered back
“You out of everyone would know how little that means to me”, you answered back
“The Queen denied me, and now you…”, she said bitterly
“I believe it is better if you search an alliance outside of the family to secure your claim”, you continued your explanation, “from another family, I heard Cregan Stark has a daughter… you don’t need an alliance to keep me by your side”
“but it will make my claim stronger”, she continued
“I know, but I explained why”, you said then looking right at her, “believe me sister when I say this, I only have your best interests at heart, do you believe me?”, she looked into your eyes and then nodded, “do you know where our uncle is?”, you asked then
“He is still in Pentos”
“We should reach out to him”, you answered then, “He doesn’t belong there, Laena doesn’t belong there, we should bring them back, them and their two beautiful daughters, to support our cause”. And then Rhaenyra smiled at you
“We shall take our uncle home then”
“Without Otto Hightower here, his inclusion to the court shall be easy”, you said then. “We Targaryens should be together” , and that left her smiling, and calmed.
You were invited to a private dinner with the king and Queen, Harwin sadly could not attend, he was on duty tonight, he had been named Lord Commander, yet, it had been ten years, there was much to be done, and according on what he has told you, some Gold Cloaks’ captains had fallen into greed, taking bribed to allow all sorts of depravities. So he had his hands full
the dinner was quiet, mostly they asked about your life outside of court and you worked on not sounding so hopeful when you spoke about your new found home
“There is a matter we would like to put before you, sweet daughter”, your father started. YOu had guessed this had a hidden meaning under their invitation, but you waited, and now it was here
“What is it?”, you asked with a shy smile
“In hopes of uniting the house of the dragon, we would like to propose a love match”
“Love match?”, you couldn’t help but wonder
“Between Aemma, and our son Aemond”, Alicent muttered, you could tell she was somehow choked with the matter, this wasn’t to her liking
“I don’t know…”, was this coming from your father? with good intent, not from Alicent? with darker intentions?. The thought of marrying Aemma made you want to cry, “she is so young”, you said then
“They would only be betrothed, until she reached an appropriate age”, explained Alicent
“What about Jacaerys and Helaena?”, you asked then and Alicent almost choked on her cup, “to relieve tension inside of the family that must have been the first match made”, you explained. they shared uncomfortable looks
“We had received the proposal of Rhaenyra, and is not to our liking”, sentenced Alicent
“But this one is?”, you asked then
“Yes, they are both sweet children, that already had taken a liking to each other”, she continued, “this is an offering of peace, to unite our families, to keep the Targaryen blood pure”, she explained
“I will have to speak to my husband”, you explained, “But it will be of great comfort to me that you had review Rhaenyra’s proposal properly
“We had”, Alicent cut you
“Those two are great matches”, said the King, “we should celebrate. And you felt incredibly relieved, had you accomplished marrying both young princes?
“Husband, we should talk about this…”
“It’s settled”, he said, smiling at Alicent, and then she looked at you like she could have you strangled in the middle of the night
“We should discuss it”, you proposed, “You should bring the matter before the small council, I shall bring it before my husband”
“Very good”. Alicent couldn’t take it any longer and she walked out of the dinning hall. That was a risky move, but you played it and it went well.
“I don’t know if I’m worthy of this father…” you continued, “of this position in the small council, of all of it…”
“You are my daughter”, he said, “it’s your job as a princess to work to unite the Kingdom, you have done so beautifully…”
“Are you sure?”, you were waning, you didn't know if this was your game to play, but you were committed.
“You are my second heir” you father said to you, and you looked at him wide eyed
“Father…”, he had never said it outloud, never, you always thought that if the Stranger took Rhaenyra before her time, Aegon would be King before Jacaerys, but your father was claiming you, “Rhaenyra already has heirs, so many children…”
“You are a princess, your sons and daughter are princes of the crown”, he sentenced, “the blood of the dragon runs thick, this family won’t crumble under my watch”
“I’ve received an interesting proposal regarding our sweet daughter”, you began by telling Harwin, as you sat in the bed with your nightgown already on
“Rhaenyra also proposed a betrothal between our children”
“With whom?” he asked, and you looked at him worried
“Jacaerys and Aemma”, who couldn’t quite decipher Harwin’s face, he only grumbled. They were both Harwin’s children, you thought bitterly.
“If we agree, she is going to be Queen someday”, he then said
“That is not what concerns me”, you warned
“What did Alicent say?”, he asked then
“She wants us to betrothe Aemma to Aemond”
“So young and full of proposals” he chuckled
“She is our only daughter”, you cried, and Harwin looked at you with a sad smile
“i know love, I don’t like them either, but I think this is best, at least she stays in the family, as a Targaryen, she had to be betrothed eventually”
“Yes I know but… I always thought she was going to be able to have a say in it”, you continued, “choose for herself a nice lord from somewhere and have some sort of say, but between us there are ”
“They might find love…”
“She is your daughter, aren’t you worried?” you asked him
“Of course I am”, he reached at you and caressed your cheek with his big hand, and moved your hairs from your face to behind your shoulder
“I might say to Rhaenyra that I would rather marry Aemma to Lucerys, at least they are closer in age, but… I don’t want Alicent to feel desperate”, you continued
“What do you mean?”, he asked then, “I thought that is what you wanted”
“A desperate person, more than that, a desperate Queen is too dangerous”, you whispered, “she is the one drowning now, so who knows what she might be capable off, so telling her that we can marry Aemma to Aemond, might calm her down, to secure his son’s future, that way she might not turn so unpredictable”, Harwin looked at you with something you interpreted as admiration, but also, fear
“How… when did you become such a strategist?”, he asked teasingly
“I took a couple of lessons in diplomacy”, you giggled. He growled looking at you with those hunter eyes that you knew so much
“Harwin!” you giggled, as he climbed on top of you
“I’ll give you another daughter, as sweet as Aemma”, he grunted.
You opened your legs for him as he took your nightgown over your head. And had you naked and whimpering under him in no time. Even after ten years, every time he had you was like the first time, so exciting, so delicious.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking seen, and you are mine”, he grunted, he kissed you but didn’t stop there, he kept going down your cheek, jaw and then your neck. You moaned softly under him, as his big hands squeezed your breasts gently. He kept his way down over your belly, kissing and sometimes biting gently, making you squirm. Until he reached your pussy, he wasted no time in devouring you, making you whine and grabbed at his dark curls, he lapped at your clit as one of his fingers caressed your entrance.
“Mmmm Harwin”, you whined in need
“You are delicious wife”
“I want you inside me husband”, you answered, and he smiled widely as you, raising until his face was at the same level as yours. He entered you slowly but surely, always a stretch no matter how much he took you over the years, and he was always gentle at least at first. You playfully wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him towards you, he buried himself to the hilt because of it. He growled with a wide smile
“Are you feeling frisky, wife?”, he mocked, and then he retrieved himself only to thrust into you harder, making the bed squeak under you both for the strength
“Fuck!”, you cursed and he reapeated the actions over and over, fucking you roughly. You didn't know where it came from but it was pleasantly welcomed, your hands traveled to his back, trying to anchor yourself to the reality and not to the climax his actions were provoking you
When one of his strokes touched that special spot inside of you, it didn’t take long to make you cum, your cunt squeezed his cock greedily, and when he leaned in and kissed you roughly, his hand on the side of your neck, you felt him plant his seed inside of you.
He dropped to the bed breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down, and grunting slowly. He looked at you, thrown on the bed in the corner of his eyes, and smiled at you, grabbing you roughly and you squealed in surprise, and he accommodated you over him, your head resting on his chest.
“I hope it took”, he whispered in your ear, caressing your back, and you caressed his hairy chest. You never understood why the Gods didn't bless you with more children. If it were up to you and Harwin you would have had ten children by now, but, his seed never took root inside of you again, and that saddened you. Your children were kind, beautiful, smart, and you would have been the happiest with more.
. . .
Meanwhile in the tower of the hand, Lord Lyonel, decided to take a last cup of wine before bed, to help himself sleep. He never realized that it was going to be the last cup of wine he was ever going to have.
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𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
ᴊ��ᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Tw: Targ!cest (Aunt and Nephew), underage drinking, medieval themes, Driftmark events, angst, a pinch of fluff. Jacaerys being a sweet heart. Reader being a little menace, forced marriage, erranged marriage.
Author’s note: I’ve been thinking a lot about Jace, so I decided to write a fic with him in it. I also wanted to as some what of a dark!(?) Aemond x reader, I might make a part two of this :P
Since you were a child and on your own most of the time, your nephew Jace had always included you in his interests and he’d get interested in yours. After his training he’d go and see what you where up to. He’d get his brother Luke to come hang out with you as well.
Jace was always a gentleman towards you, he’d open the door for you, pull your chair out for you, he even has picked you up once in the garden when it had rained and there was puddles of mud, so that you didn’t get your dress dirty.
You were also there in the dragon pit with your brothers and nephews, that was when they decided to play a prank on Aemond, it was a harmless jest right? After you went to talk to Aemond about it all being a joke, he was not happy, he has yelled at you, calling you all sorts of names that you don’t even remember what they were. You just laughed and shrugged it off because he was upset about a pig dress as a dragon.
Even though the family was splitting, you tried to be by his side no matter the cost. When Aemond had lost his eye by the hands of Luke, you weren’t present, you were in your bedchamber’s passed out drunk from the drinking you have been doing with your brother Aegon.
You were sleeping, not hearing the door open and close. Then the bed had a bit of movement, feeling a light shake and your named being whispered. “Jacey? What are you doing?” you asked as you sat up, getting a good look at him. “What happened to you? You look like you came out of a bar fight” you said as he had a sad look on his face. “I came to say goodbye Y/n/n” he said sadly, this made your blood run cold. “what do you mean?” you asked, now scared.
“Mother says we’ll be going to Dragonstone” Jace said with a frown on his face. “But you can’t leave” you said hugging him tightly, afraid that he’ll disappear, tears had now flooded your eyes. He hugged you back. “I have to go were my family goes, I’m sorry” he said as you sobbed, hugging him tighter. “We’ll meat each other again, I promise” he said as you sniffed, using the sleeve of your gown to wipe off the tears and snot.
“Can I do something?” Jace asked as you nodded. “Close your eyes” he said, you gladly obeyed, waiting until you felt a soft pair of lips touch yours. It was quick, it made your stomach flutter as if you had eaten butterflies.
The next morning your family left back to the Red Keep, you along with your siblings headed back on dragon back. You found out what happened, Aemond claimed a dragon that it wasn’t for him to claim, the price he paid was by loosing his eye. You didn’t really care, what hurt more was the pain in your heart.
Back home, you didn’t leave your room until it was time for you and Aegon to go to the Tavern. You drank your sorrows away and cried. You missed Jace already, Aegon encouraged you to drink more which you gladly did. He was the one who had carried you to an Inn that night for you to rest while he went to a brothel.
The next morning you went to break your fast with Aegon, with a major headache from the drinking. That’s when you saw Aemond’s missing eye, that would leave a scar for sure. You didn’t really eat, you just drank wine to get over the headache. Then you left, not bothering to asked to be dismissed, before Alicent could stop you, your father told her to leave you be.
𝒮𝒾𝓍 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇
Today was going to be long, Veamond Velaryon had petitioned the crown to be named Heir of Driftmark, you didn’t care much until you heard that Rhaenyra and her sons will come. You got excited, Jacaerys was coming. You were basically jumping of happiness. You wore your red dress and added a body chain that displayed between your chest. Hopefully he still found you pretty like when you were children.
You explored the halls, trying to find him, you were nervous. What did he look like? Did he still have his freckles? Was his button nose the same? Was he still shorter than you? Then you felt a warm hand take yours, quickly turning to see who it was, it was him, the boy now man you were looking for.
Jacaerys Velaryon in the flesh “Hello, Y/n” he said as you stared at him, he had grown taller, way much taller than you. His once button nose was now slim, and he had a few visible freckles, he also grew in a jawline, he was stunning. “H-hello... Jacey” you said feeling your face heating up. You also caught how his voice had got deeper too.
“You look, lovely my lady, short hair really suits you” He said as he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you, you had gotten handsome yourself” you said as you looked into his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. It may not be proper for the two of be being alone together but you didn’t care, you really missed him.
Then you both hugged, his embrace was warm “I’ve missed you” you admitted as he stroked his delicate fingers thought the short strands of your hair. “I missed you too Y/n/n” how you missed that nickname, he was the only person who had called you that.
You didn’t want to go to the trail, you just wanted to spend time with him or even take him to the tavern to catch up, but he convinced you to go. You wanted to stand by him but he protested, insisting that you stand by your family, finally you had agreed.
During the trial, your focus was on him, he’d also look at you from time to time. You were standing between Aegon and Helaena, while Aemond was behind you. It felt as if it was only you and Jace in the room, so close but yet so far. “I see that you saw your lover” Aegon whispered in your ear causing you to smile. Aegon knew how you felt towards Jace, you had accidently told him one night that you were drinking at the tavern drunk and just spilling whatever you had to say.
Then your Uncle sliced Sir Veamond’s head clean off, due to him calling your older sister a whore and her sons bastards. “He deserved that” you said to yourself but Aegon heard you, making him laugh as Otto had yelled for your Uncle to be disarmed.
You heard about the dinner, it made you more happy, being able to share a dinner with your other family, also Jace will be there. When it was time for the dinner, you got there as quick as possible, you spotted a seat that was empty, Jace was occupying the chair on the right, before you could take that seat, Aegon had sat down, then next to him his sister-wife Helaena, then their was an empty hair between Aemond and Helaena.
You sigh sadly and just sat down on the chair, you also noticed how Aemond was looking at you. Ever since that day from Driftmark, you noticed how your older brother would try to be a part of your activities, but you never really cared much if he was around. Why would he want be involved with you when he had Mother’s attention.
The king was carried in, as you stood up along with the others. Toasts had been shared and the night was going peaceful. As you drowned on your wine, you saw how Jace excused himself and walked over to you, the offered his hand out to you. Gladly you took his hand allowing him guide you to the empty floor for a dance.
Aemond turned his seat and watched you dance with the Velaryon boy. During the whole dance he just stared at you both dance, and stopped when your father had been carried away to his bed chambers. Everything was moving smoothly until a roasted pig was placed in front of your brother causing your younger nephew to chuckle.
After your brother had called your nephews Strong, causing a small brawl. After the brawl was stopped by your uncle, you walked over to Aemond, angrily and shoved him as hard as you could causing him to nearly fall. “You fucking twat!!” you screamed angrily, not carrying if they all saw, you were upset. Then when your cousins and nephews, you went after Jace.
“Jacearys!” you said catching up to him, he gestured his brother and cousins to leave the two of you alone and they gladly did. “I’m sorry for Aemond” you said looking down embarrassed. “It’s alright, tis not your fault” he said as he picked up your hands and held them. You sigh, still feeling responsible for your brother’s out burst. “I was thinking of going to the Tavern I go to, would you like to join me?” You asked looking into his eyes. “I’d like to Y/n/n” he said leaning in and kissed your cheek lightly, feeling your face heat up.
When you departed, an hour or two has passed, you had woken up from your nap and got ready to sneak out with Jace. After you had finished tying your boots, someone walked in, you assumed it was Jace, but it was your brother Aemond.
“Didn’t your mummy teach you to knock?” you said as you got up, checking yourself out on the mirror. Aemond just hummed as he watched you “you are going out?” he asked as you rolled your eyes “Isn’t it obvious?” you said as you went to reach your hood. “With that Strong boy I assume? What a shame, he along with the rest of his family had left.” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him.
“You’re jesting aren’t you?” you said looking at his face, he was serious. Jace had left? What is a last minute thing? You wondered as you’re distracted, Aemond was now standing in front of you, lifting your chin to look at him. “I also wanted to deliver you better news.” He said with a grin, this made you shiver. “What may that be?” you asked shaken by his grin.
“We are to wed, we’ll be husband and wife” he said with a sinister like look. You backed away from him “No, it- it can’t be” you said turning away from him, not wanting to look at him. “It is, we were meant to be together, and now we’ll fulfill it” he walked towards you placing his hands on your shoulders. “It was meant to be” he whispered it in your ear, feeling your eye beginning to water by these news. You were suppose to wed Jace, not Aemond, but you had no other choice but to obey.
“Fine, I’ll be your wife but in one condition.” You said frustrated. “What may that be?” Aemond asked as he turned you around, lifting your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “I’ll be your wife, but I will never be your woman” you said, he only smiled, seeing that you had agreed to this. “Of course, anything for my soon-to-be-wife.”
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Blood for Blood
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys
Summary: Aemond is married to the omega who took his eye. And while he is not such a fool to request an eye for an eye, blood for blood seems a fair trade. Or: Omegaverse Aemond/Lucerys arrange marriaged wedding night smut where Aemond is not cruel, but he is also not kind (and Lucerys has both none of and all the power).
Warnings: Underage sex, uncle-nephew incest, forced marriage and matehood, dubcon bordering on noncom, knots that hurt (or are at least very uncomfortable the first time)
Notes:
I don’t actually go here so know nothing about the show other than what I’ve picked up on gifsets on tumblr. I just got really obsessed with this idea for some reason and here we are. Basically don’t ask me when this is set in the timeline or any of the political ramifications of it (but feel free to tell me when you think this is and what you think they are).
I was going to give Lucerys a lot more layers before I realised then I would have to get him out of all those layers. Just pretend there are 2 more layers between the Outer gown and shift when imaging the full gown.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43985872
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Aemond had spent the ceremony wondering how anyone believed Lucerys was as fragile as they liked to claim. The omega holding his head high and proud, sure in how this would ensure his inheritance and keep his mother’s right safe as well.
Now Aemond sees what makes Lucerys mother and retinue coo about their delicate boy, warning Aemond not to harm him despite his nephew having already proven that he is the one of the two of them capable of maiming the other. Lucerys’ gaze darting across the room nervously as he worries his plump lip with his teeth, cringing whenever they even momentarily land on the wedding bed.
Aemond leaves the boy to his glancing, going to wash his hands in the rose-water filled basin and strip himself of the heavier outer layers, leaving himself in his shirt and breeches.
Lucerys gets very good at avoiding even looking at the wedding bed once Aemond sits on the edge of it.
“Mate,” Aemond says, not actually expecting the omega to come when called.
“Don’t,” Lucerys says, his voice uneven even as he meets Aemond’s eye. “I am not your mate yet.”
Aemond laughs at it, getting over to crowd his nephew and new-husband’s space. Watching the omega’s eyes harden as Lucerys clearly steels himself to not step back.
“Surely you aren’t hiding behind that technicality?” Aemond reaches out to wrap one of Lucerys’ curls around his finger. Saving the little flinch it earns him. “In the eyes of the court we are and soon we will be by even the commoner’s definition.”
“I-” Lucerys’ pupils dart as he tries to find the words and Aemond waits in rapt anticipation for what he will come up with. “Call me Luke.”
Aemond can’t help and grin at that, his hand falling from his nephews curl to instead cup his jaw, gentler than he really wants to.
“I could call you Strong and it would not matter. You must play your part in this as much as I must mine.”
“Please,” Lucerys’ mutters, twisting his face so his cheek is brushing Aemond’s hand instead of chin. “Uncle, I am sorry for what I did. What must I do to have peace in this marriage?” He shudders as he shuts both his eyes, forcing a steadying breath before looking back up at Aemond. “Is it my eye you want?”
“No.” No anymore.
Aemond lets his hand fall from his new mate’s face, resting it on the collar of the omega’s wedding-gown, his fingers curled so his knuckles rest against the skin of the boy’s neck.
He watches as the realization dawns on Lucerys’ face. The fear creeping in as he realizes what he has been handed over into by his mother to secure both their thrones. No escape for her little Strong bastard this time despite his soft features and sweet act.
“Come,” he says, taking hold of his nephew’s hands and leading the omega to the bed. Lucerys for his part follows loyally, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring off across the room. Not even reacting as Aemond undoes the laces of his outer gown.
“I did not think you would surrender this easily.” Lucerys may be a bastard but he was still of dragon-blood and had already taken the blood of another despite being omega-aligned.
“This is not surrender,” Lucerys hisses, glancing at Aemond from the corner of his eyes, their darkness suits his hate. “It is as you said I have a part to play as much as you do.”
“And what part is that?” Aemond says, moving to the foot of the bed, his hands resting on the white sheets either side of Lucerys’ hips so he can lean right into the omega’s space. “The delicate nervous maiden?”
“If you are questioning-”
“I am not. By now your mother would have done something to protect the fact if you truly were not.” She no doubt would believe that Aemond would revel in being able to prove the lack of morals in her house. That he would wave pure-white sheets as a banner in a battle against her and hers.
She is not so clever to hide her plays and there is none here. Her darling omega is untouched until now.
“Then what point are you trying to make?”
“No point,” Aemond says, nipping at the now exposed collarbone just to hear Lucerys gasp. His next words are said low by the omega’s ear. “You do not need to keep up the act around me. I know what you really are.”
Lucerys shoves him away at that. Holding him away so his nephew can glare up at him.
“You do not know me. And this is not an act,” the boy spits out. But he doesn’t push further. Doesn’t shove Aemond away and run to his mother like he could.
“Don’t I?” Aemond asks, taking one of the hands pressed against his chest. Tugging the outer gowns sleeve off before pressing a kiss to the scent gland on the inside of the omega’s wrist. Never breaking eye contact with his nephew as he runs his teeth down it.
It seems to turn Lucerys pliant again, and Aemond takes the opportunity to get the sleeve off the other arm as well. The top part of the gown falling into his new husband’s lap over the second half.
“We need to take the rest off as well,” he reminds when Lucerys stays planted on the bed.
He takes Lucerys’ hand to pull him from the bed even if he knows the omega can do it perfectly well himself. Resting his other hand on his new husband’s waist as the gown falls in a puddle at his feet, feeling the muscles move though the shift as Lucerys frees his feet from it. The omega standing on top of the pile as if he doesn’t care if he damages the expensive green material. As if he’s doesn’t care about soiling Aemond’s family’s symbol.
“And the other one,” Aemond adds, tugging up the skirt of the shift by its waist.
“Uncle please don’t,” Lucerys says, bordering on a cry. “Let me keep it on.”
“And catch your maidenhood in it and not the sheets?” Aemond asks just to see Lucerys wince. “People talk enough about you as is.”
He watches Lucerys process the words and waits for the agreement that he is right, tugging at the shift again when the brown eyes settle in decision.
“Fine. But if I am to be bare than so should you,” Lucerys says, catching Aemond’s hand to stop it.
“That is not necessary-” He hadn’t thought about it but he realizes he had fully planning on just shoving his breeches down low enough to get his knot out to do the act.
“No. But it is fair. And I already have to bare so much more to ensure this matehood is recognized.” Lucerys is the one that will have to prove his maidenhood taken, and if this does result in a child, will be the one to birth them. The irony of how protected omega nudity is when their lives require it shown to others by necessity more than alphas.
“You are getting so much more out of this matehood.” Two claims solidified and someone else to defend against the bastard taint.
“You are getting a lot more from it than many other of your prospects.” Anything that is Lucerys’ will be Aemond’s. The resulting children will carry his name and not their barers and while not pure they will have dragon-blood sustaining them in the womb.
Lucerys is watching him as closely as he watched the omega as he comes to weigh his options.
“Perhaps you will be a fine negotiator in time,” Aemond concedes as he tugs his shirt over his head.
It earns him a huff of a laugh as Lucerys tugs his shift over his own head as Aemond works his breeches off. The two standing nude before each other soon enough.
Lucerys is more muscular than any other omega Aemond has seen bare. His legs fit and buttocks round from the necessary strength to ride a dragon. His stomach toned and defined, evidence that his mother has ensured he was trained despite his designation. Even his breasts are firmer than even the standard expected of males of the soft designation.
That stomach will soften for Aemond’s child when it is time.
Lucerys is watching him back, his eyes locked on the eyepatch.
“I said for us both to be bare did I not?” he says, and Aemond has to catch his hand to prevent him from reaching for it.
“It stays on.”
“No,” Lucerys says with a shake of his head that has his curls bouncing. And Aemond must be distracted by that for the omega to be able to dart past his defenses with this free hand, snatching the eyepatch from his eye and scurrying onto the bed to hide it under the pillows before Aemond can catch him.
He does at least have the decency to gasp when he turns around to face Aemond again.
“I’m sorry,” Lucerys says before Aemond can demand if he’s happy yet?, the omega making his way down the bed to kneel at the foot of it. A gentle hand coming up to rest against Aemond’s face, thumb rubbing the delicate skin under his sapphire-replacement.
“Are you satisfied?” With forcing the damage bare. With his handiwork in carving Aemond’s eye out.
“No, I, I am truly sorry,” Lucerys says, his previous joy and fear gone from his voice replaced with guilt. “I only meant to protect my brother.”
“Our intentions do not change the results.”
“Of course,” Lucerys says, drawing away to return to the center of the bed. The place in the room that only a little ago had been terrifying now apparently turned refuge.
The terror returns when Aemond follows him into it. Not that it causes Lucerys to shy away from him when Aemond reaches for him, running his hands over the exposed pale skin as Lucerys. Feeling the tense muscle ripple at his touch.
Lucerys doesn’t so much open his legs as let them fall apart when Aemond’s hands start their path up the inside of them. The omegas inner-thighs slick in what is the only evidence he has been bordering on heat this whole time.
“I,” Lucerys starts as Aemond runs his finger against the source of the slick, the omega’s voice shaky. “I would like to see your face.”
It’s not a detailed explanation of a preference for how they are to do this but it is effect to make the position Lucerys wants clear.
“I would not.”
Lucerys gives a huff at it. And Aemond is sure it would be joined by some comment, whether about alphas or him particularly he does not know, if not for the situation.
“Well, I’m not moving,” Lucerys says more petulant child than demanding prince. But it gets the message across the same – if that is what Aemond wants than Aemond must do it himself.
His dear nephew should have thought more before making that stance. He may be strong for an omega but Aemond is a trained alpha. It’s all too easy for him to grab the boy’s leg and drag him down the bed by it, wresting him over and forcing him to his knees.
“Brute!” Lucerys cries as he pushes himself up by his elbows but makes no move to get away.
“Are you not strong enough to take it?” Aemond asks, grinding his hardening member between those slick thighs. He had thought, when he was told about the marriage, that he would struggle to perform his duty on a nephew that had maimed him. That fear has completely evaporated now.
Lucerys gives out a huff at that and Aemond is kind enough to let the omega take the time to prop himself on the pillows of the bed, settling his top half on them.
“If the point is to stain the sheets this feels ineffective.”
“I’m sure we can find a way,” Aemond comments, spreading the firm cheeks before him to see his prize for the night. Unable to resist the urge to press his thumb against the glistening puckering hole.
A hand is suddenly on his hips and his eyes snap up to meet Lucerys’ frantic ones.
“Uncle, slow, please.” He must know he is in no place to make such requests and yet he does. Asking for the mercy Aemond hadn’t been offered.
“I suppose if I do not I will never be sure if our children are mine?” It would make it too easy for Lucerys to justify indiscretion if he believed his husband to be cruel.
Lucerys shakes his head.
“I will be faithful,” he promises. As if his mother hasn’t ruined any chance of that being believed.
And I’m sure my father will believe it, Aemond wants to say, because it is true. His older half-sister’s family can do anything and their king will believe whatever story they make up.
He doesn’t. Instead leaning down to capture the plump lips in what is the second kiss of their marriage.
Lucerys feels as unsure in it as he had the first but he lets Aemond do as he pleases, lips parting as Aemond’s tongue presses against them. Letting Aemond feel the gasp as two of his fingers breach the previously untouched hole.
Aemond wonders if it is truly untouched or if Lucerys had explored himself in the way omegas sometimes did in heats. The vice-grip on his fingers means nothing, he is sure his nephew’s nerves would be enough to ensure that even if he had been with an alpha the night before.
Aemond is not as methodical as he could be in the stretching. But it is hardly something he must do.
Still he enjoys the little gasps and whimpers Lucerys gives out at it. Eye lashes fluttering as Aemond finds a spot inside him that makes the omega’s toes curl.
It is a shame it is inside him. Aemond would like to be able to cause that reaction in his nephew when the boy forgets his place in the pecking order in the court.
He regrets his choice in positioning when he finally removes his fingers. Completely unable to see what, if anything, settles on Lucerys face as he does.
It is not fear he is imagining in the omega’s eyes, as he uses the slick coating his fingers to pump himself a few times to be sure he is fully hard, but anticipation.
Lucerys’ whole body tenses when he aligns the head of it to the wet hole.
“That will only make it worse,” Aemond chastises.
“I know,” Lucerys says, a hand coming back to press against Aemond’s hips. His sharp nails digging into the flesh of it. They both know he couldn’t actually stop it but it promises not just Lucerys’ blood will be spilt if Aemond did. “Just give me a few moments.”
Aemond lets out a huff at it. His nephew keeps asking for patience, and careful, and slow that one would think he believed his uncle’s nature to be kind.
He watches as Lucerys sides move in and out with the deep purposely breathes the omega takes to calm himself, shimming his hips in what really is a blatant tease.
Lucerys tenses when Aemond leans over him. Aemond running his dry hand up the omega’s tight side to wrap around his chest, thumb playing with one of his small nipples as Aemond nuzzles against the scent gland on Lucerys’ neck he will be biting into once he finally gets his knot into him.
“Save your fight for our enemies,” Aemond advises. Not that he yet knows who their shared enemies will be.
It doesn’t work immediately, nor did Aemond expect it to. But Lucerys’ form does eventually relax, giving another of those cautious teasing shifts of his hips.
“You can now if you want.”
“Can I? Or are you going to have another moment of indecision about this?” Aemond asks, not that surprised when it earns him a whack from the omega.
There’s a part of him that wants to grab Lucerys for it. To turn the omega around and pin his legs by his ears and show him that his pathetic swings are nothing compared to Aemond’s strength.
He doesn’t. Slowly pressing into the wet entrance that his cock has been resting against for the last too long, allowing the gravity of his hips coming down do all the work.
Lucreys gives out a keen at it. But not one clearly or pain or pleasure, if Aemond had to hazard a guess it was curiosity as odd as that seems.
He can’t help but give a solid thrust once he has sunk all the way in. Both to make sure he is fully sheathed inside the omega and because he enjoys the gasps it forces from Lucerys’ lips.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he coos because Lucerys isn’t shuddering like some traumatized victim.
“I still think I would like to see your face,” Lucerys says after a moment’s contemplation.
“Maybe next time,” Aemond says with a kiss against the crown of brown curls. He has already decided he would like to see Lucerys in his lap, the omega sinking himself down onto his alpha’s knot.
“So there will be another time?” Lucerys asks, and Aemond still regrets his position choice because he cannot read his nephews tone.
“I doubt we will be so lucky to have a baby just from this.” Few are that skilled. Not that Aemond finds himself minding all that much.
“Of course,” Lucerys mutters with that damned unreadable tone. “Well, are we to continue?”
“So eager.” Aemond is not sure if it is because his new husband is enjoying himself or wants it over.
He supposes it doesn’t matter as he starts up a rhythm of his own making with his thrusts. They are duty-bound to each other if nothing else. Lucerys’ body is to be Aemond’s so Aemond’s sword and dragon will be Lucerys’.
Lucerys seems to be enjoying himself overall. Sure he isn’t moaning loudly but making little gasps but they are pleasure-filled. He sounds almost like his dragon does when the little thing chirps in excitement.
As the pleasure builds for Aemond and his cock starts to swell to lock them together the gasps start to turn from pleasure to pain until eventually one of Lucerys’ hands reach back to push against Aemond’s hip.
“Uncle, enough! It’s getting too much!”
“It’s just the knot,” Aemond says, thrusting the thickened base in and out knowing that it will soon lock them together for a time.
Lucerys cries at it.
“No! It’s too big! Take it out! Uncle please!”
Perhaps Aemond is cruel in that his heart doesn’t break at his nephews plees. But this is hardly the worst pain the omega will endure in life and his mother should have trained him for it just as she did to ride dragons and fight battles.
Considering that training it really is no surprise when Lucerys strikes out. His foot coming up to try and kick Aemond away as he tries to squirm away.
He probably could as well. The knot isn’t fully swollen and Aemond can feel it threaten to tug out at it. Not that it would do either of them any good if Lucerys actually succeeded at his goal. It only asking for more pain.
“Enough,” Aemond decides when a sharp elbow comes at his gut. Grabbing both of Lucreys’ arms as he blocks the omega’s legs in with his own, leaning his full bulk over him to prevent the attempted escape. Pushing his hips close so the knot stays where it is put until it will be impossible to remove until it is gone down. “You were made to take this. So take it.”
Lucerys gives out a desperate, pathetic whine as Aemond bites into his shoulder to seal their matehood in body as well as in law. His breathing long and desperate and wet as the high of it for Aemond passes, leaving him in the reality of being locked in his new mate as his body tries to fill him with seed.
Lucerys chest is panting under him as the omega gets himself back under control. Perhaps Aemond should be more attentive to him but he is mostly concerned with his own discomfort – this position not an ideal one to hold for the next quarter hour. While he could just collapse his weight forward it would not do well for him to crush his new mate.
“Shall we move?” he asks once Lucerys’ breathe is even enough that he thinks his words might actually be heard.
“If you do I will take your other eye,” Lucerys says. There enough heat behind the words that Aemond takes their message seriously even if he does not the actual threat of it.
“Can I at least put a pillow beneath us?” At least then some of the strain of his own thighs will be eased.
“Carefully,” Lucerys agrees after a moment because his own must also be starting to burn.
Aemond reaches for one of the pillows that Lucerys has not already claimed to rest his chest on. Easing it beneath the omega’s hips, ignoring the little hiss it earns him as he does. A little pain will be worth being able to not have to keep holding themselves up on their knees.
Lucerys slowly sinks into the pillow once it is set, carefully stretching his legs out beneath him as Aemond lets his weight slowly rest on him.
Aemond knows the knot should not last more than a quarter of an hour but that is still time that must be passed and conversation with his new mate not something he wants right now. So instead he entertains himself by nuzzling against his nephew’s hair and lapping up the blood his teeth drew on the pale expanse of a neck. Enjoying the little grumbles it earns him and the hiss that occurs when Lucerys twists to try and bat him away.
Aemond gives an experimental tug as he feels the knot start to deflate.
“Don’t!” Lucerys barks at it, reaching back. This time to hold Aemond’s hip against him.
“I thought you would be done with me?”
“I will once it doesn’t hurt,” Lucerys hissess, in what is probably his most honest of the night.
“It won’t be much longer,” Aemond promises, reaching down to remove the hand and sharp nails from where they dig into his skin.
The whine Lucerys gives in response sounds more like impatience than pain so Aemond goes back to his nuzzling for the few more minutes it takes for his knot to fully deflate.
He slides the pillow out from under Lucerys hips before pulling himself out. And, as expected, Lucerys collapses forward, rolling around so his back is against the bed.
“What are you smiling at?” Lucerys demands, propped up on his pile of pillows as if it is his throne.
“You have more than ensured the sheets are adequately stained.”
Sure enough, when Aemond parts his new mate’s legs the sheets beneath him have a puddle of blood and seed and slick sinking into them. The suddenly elevated position causing it to flow out of him.
“What? Ngh- don’t!” Lucerys tries to squirm when Aemond comes closer, running a finger along the now red and puffy hole he had just knotted. He holds the omega’s hips in place as he pushes the finger in, forcing more of the mingling fluids out and onto the white sheets beneath. “Stop it!”
“Why? Do you want people to question whether you came to your wedding night pure?”
When no snap comes back Aemond looks up to his new mate. The omega’s face red and blotchy and tear-stained. He looks done more than anything. Exhausted on all fronts.
Yes, this is the same omega who took Aemond’s eye and Aemond deserves his revenge for it. But there is blood on the sheets and Lucerys’ will soon enough give Aemond’s mother a new innocent babe to fuss over to replace the one he stole from her that night he taught Aemond just how cruel and unjust the world could be.
Aemond draws back.
Lucerys is off as soon as he does. Darting to the robe that had been placed in the room for him to cover himself.
The omega only ventures back to the bed after Aemond gets off to retrieve his own robe. Even then Lucerys sits on the edge of the bed that faces the closed window, staring at it as if it was open and he was watching the goings on of the world. His expression a closed-off numb Aemond has seen on his own mother.
“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aemond doesn’t even know himself why he is asking, coming to sit beside his new mate. It shouldn’t matter – this is their duty and they have done it.
“No. It wasn’t,” Lucerys says with a glance over at him before returning to his straight stare at the window. Aemond resists the urge to lean over to see if maybe there is something his nephew is watching – a bug perhaps, that he cannot see from his angle.
“You should sleep. They will want to check over this whole scene as soon as the sun rises in the morn.”
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I’m probably not going to write it in full but please imaging Lucreys conversation with his mother afterwards:
“Mother! The knot!”
“I did warn you it was intense.”
“Intense!? It felt like I was going to be split in two. I thought it would kill me.”
“You get used to it. And it is nothing compared to your first babe.”
#Lucemond#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#Omegaverse#GOT omegaverse#aemond x lucerys#House of the Dragon#HOTD#arranged marraige#loss of virginity#I accidently a ficlet#Realised I hadn't cross-posted this here oops
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modern aemond x bipoc reader. in which reader is asking a divorce from their arranged marriage.
"that is not healthy!" his wife scolded him.
"what do you mean that it is not healthy?" said aemond.
"that!" she snapped, pointing to his cup filled with nothing but black coffee and seven sugars.
"honestly, you might become a diabetic, someday, drinking a cup of coffee with seven sugars! seriously!" snapped his wife, with her arms pressed against her hips.
aemond pressed his lips in order to hide his amusement creeping up at his face. his little wife. she really did make a cute little gremlin.
aemond could remember the days when he hated her. he admitted that she was incredibly accomplished, beautiful and intelligent. he noted the fact that she was an immigrant but it was quite clear that she has lived in Westeros for such a long time, evident from her lack of accent in the common tongue. but, knowing incredibly well on how many women would throw themselves at him for his money and Targaryen name, Aemond assumed the worst. so, he was determined to make their marriage as difficult as possible. sure that it was meant to make him warmer to the public eye! sure that it might make him appear woke to marry an immigrant and a woman of colour! but it did not mean anything to him if she were after his money.
but, it was clear that he was proven wrong. she was just desperate to bring down his other side of the family. his uncle whom he once admired, daemon targaryen and his wife, rhaenerya targaryen, as well as their sons. lucerys and jacaerys. their friends nicknamed them luke and jake but aemond preferred to call them by their birth names. as it turned out, due to no one bringing justice to her family, his wife resorted to desperate measures in getting as much evidence as possible to bring down that other side of the family. but the turning point for him was the day when she stood up for her mother and little sister. and him. he could remember that night when they had their dinner party, a futile and pathetic attempt by his dead beat father, viserys, to fix the family feud. of course, things blew up between them, ranging from aemond's lost eye and the bastardry of his aunt's children. he could also vaguely remember the smirk from lucerys and jacaerys when they made fun of his disability, as well as the accent of his wife's mother and that time when they humiliated her in having to clean up their mess in their small restaurant.
of course, aemond threw a good punch on one of the strong boys. they were pathetic as well. but his wife?! technically speaking she was unarmed. heck! she would not be able to take him down in a fight if she wanted to due to her untrained arms and small physique. but one should never underestimate the rage and resentment and pettiness of the eldest immigrant daughter, defending her family fiercely like a tiger would as a dragon. as lucerys was reaching out to attack aemond, his wife lunged forward and clawed one of his eyes out, forcing them to go to a hospital. his wife, being the bright and intelligent woman she was, argued at the fact that they were attacking her as well, leading the case to be rendered moot. as for his nephew, it was as if justice was served. he could not look at lucerys's miserable face without stifling a smirk.
that was when aemond started sleeping next to his wife. there she was, fast asleep, and plopping himself next to her. his wife stirred but paid him no mind, as she was incredibly exhausted. he could feel his arms resisting the urge to touch her. gradually, he wanted to sleep next to her in his domain. one night, he carried her to his large room. she squirmed and protested but he insisted, stating the he would not accept a no as an answer. soon, it became a ritual for them to sleep on the same bed together. not as platonic flat mates but as partners.
finally, after gathering all of the evidence to bring down his uncle and family, his wife broke down incredibly hard. years of pain and torture finally ended for her. he might not be a person of colour but he had an idea on how it might feel for her, spending all of those years of humiliation and suffocation due to the lack of justice.
at his gentle insistence, she decided to go to therapy. he held her hands that had burns on them as she cried on the phone, disclosing everything that has been happening to her. if he had to admit, he felt some sort of gnawing pain for her, as she spilled out everything to the psychologist. once the call ended, he held her tightly in his arms. wishing desperately for all the evils in the world to be vanquished, as the two of them cried their hearts out together.
and now, he was looking at her. he noted the way the sun caressed her face and the glow in her eyes.
"yah! are you listening?!" snapped his wife, clapping her hands at him.
"sorry! sorry! what were you saying?" he asked.
"i said, at least eat this rice ball filled with tuna and wrapped in seaweed if having a full blown breakfast is too much for you!" snapped his wife.
"no. i can go through the day with just one black coffee," said aemond.
his wife sighed. "i'll just leave this here for you".
she then marched away from the kitchen. after ensuring that she disappeared, aemond then took the rice ball she made and began munching on it. the corners of his lips curled up into a smile. no doubt, she woke up early to prepare this for him.
unbeknownst to him, his wife peeked around the corner with a small soft smile on her lips. but it then turned to sadness, as she knew what she needed to do next.
"what is this?!" demanded aemond, looking at the papers in front of him.
"divorce papers," said his wife simply.
aemond looked at his wife incredulously.
"what the fuck do you mean by this?" he demanded lowly, rising up from his chair, slowly walking towards her.
his wife took a couple of steps back from him.
"you should find someone else, aemond. i am not a good fit for you. you deserve someone better," replied his wife. but he noted the crestfallen face of hers and the lone diamond tear at the corner of his wife that was threatening to spill over.
"is that so?" taunted aemond lowly. his eye searched her face again.
"do you love me?" asked aemond.
"i want you to find someone else," replied his wife thickly before adding, "i heard that the baratheon lady is good for you. or that lannister lady. she is pretty and blonde".
"i don't believe you," said aemond.
he then cornered his wife against the wall and pressed his palm above her head.
"i said, do you love me?" he growled again.
he then saw his wife swallow thickly, as she desperately attempted to stop her tears from flowing.
"no," she replied hoarsely.
"i don't believe you, my wife. if i have to admit, i have fallen in love with you a long time ago. from that day you stood up for me. to that day you fought for justice for me. and that day you cried your heart out on the phone, listening to those years of pain, anger and resentment towards that side of the family, wanting nothing more than to erase your pain. do you know how much it fucking hurts to see you become incredibly cold towards me all of a sudden?! do you know on how much it hurts to see that you act as if i mean nothing to you?!"
tears then fell from the corners of her eyes. he reached up and wiped one lone diamond tear away.
"i love you, my wife. and you can say whatever you want or deny it but i won't believe you! do you deny the fact that you don't love me?!" demanded aemond.
his wife's lips trembled. "no. i don't deny it".
aemond then let out a sigh of relief before landing a kiss on her forehead. and her cheeks. how it hurt him to see his wife in such torment. how he wished to be the person who would share her burden.
"aemond! i-"
he then protested and pressed his lips roughly on his wife's, silencing her. he could feel her protests against him. but those protests then turned into moans and soft sighs of relief. he then pulled away and was pleased to see his wife's dishevelled and dazed state.
"aemond, i am not a good person," said his wife.
"i know," he replied.
"i lied and manipulated you. i also have no qualms in turning you into my pawn to get what i want!" she whispered desperately.
"i know," he replied, holding her tightly against him and stroking her hair with his long and slender fingers.
"what if i hurt you again?" she whispered thickly.
"you won't," he replied.
"but-"
"you have always been the pettiest woman i have ever met. but if it weren't for the fact that you are like that, i would never have met you," he replied, kissing her forehead again.
he then whispered hoarsely and beseechingly, "please. let me be yours".
"you don't know what you are asking, aemond," she replied.
"i know what i want, my wife. and i am a man, my dearest wife," he replied smirking.
with that, she pressed her lips against his. aemond then gleefully carried her to their marriage chamber. he then discarded both of their clothing, leading the two of them incredibly bare towards each other. with that, their limbs were then tangled with each other. the sounds of their slapping flesh, moans and sighs, as well as erotic wet noises, filled the air. the bed creaked heavily until the sound of their climax. aemond then kissed his wife's burned hands, as they held each other tightly and drifted off into the night.
they were each others' until death does them apart.
EXCUSE ME
THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL BECAUSE OF HOW GOOD THIS IS????????????????
THE FEELS THE PLOT HOLY SHIT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AEMOND 😭😭😭😭😭
I ENJOYED READING THIS SM
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All is bliss
Chapter 11
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The court is afire with Vaemond’s case.
He outright accuses her of very true things and seeks to usurp the legal heirs of Corlys Velaryon to make himself Lord of the Tides.
Not content with being Jacaerys’ regent should Corlys die prematurely, nor placing Baela’s claim forward, he looks to use his son’s goodfamily to get what he wants.
Everyone waits with bated breath for the hearing, especially when her arrival is that of a dirty secret being smuggled into court.
Nymeria of the Rhoyne had been smuggled into the Sandship in a Rhonynish rug, Rhaenyra half expected to be told to be told to go through the servant’s halls.
But the smallfolk had still come to see them go down the road to the red keep causing problems for the guard who assumed no one would show.
Aemma hugs her tightly when they arrive. Her usual joy and sunny disposition shrouded behind clouds.
Her poor little girl forced to suffer here without ladies she could trust.
But not anymore, Rhaenyra will be here to protect her as she should have done much sooner.
“My sweet girl, it will all be better now.” Mother says as she kisses the top of her head. “Mother is here now.”
Daemon gives her a sympathetic look, sure he and Aemma butted heads, but he’d kill for her, just as any kinsman would.
“Anything you need us to do, we will do it.” Rhaenyra whispers hoping it is murder.
“I need you to ask the king to dissolve my marriage.” Aemma whispers in High Valyrian,
When Aemma leaves them as they wait for Alicent, after their visit with father, they speak about it.
“Father already thinks Aemond is the one wed to Aemma. Infertility is a reason to end a marriage, especially a political one like this one.” Rhaenyra comments and Daemon nods, processing what they managed to learn so far.
Aemma had not been able to speak about it much, except to say that she loved Aemond and that he felt the same.
If he had not taken up Aegon on his offer, who knows who he would have chosen, Aemma had said not wishing to think about it more.
The one to suggest Aemma cuckold Aegon just as Laenor suggested Rhaenyra cuckold him, was Alicent.
Alicent who had hoped for leverage and a reason to make Aemma loyal to her cause.
Aegon had chosen his brother, the same brother who has been in love with Aemma for some time.
Something she had not expected.
To expose Aemma was to kill Aemond, as much as she loathed them, she loved her children more.
“I suppose if the High Septon refused to do as he’s told, I know who we should remove from the portrait.” Daemon comments as if kinslaying were not a greater sin than infidelity.
“I would rather we have the marriage annulled with father’s backing. The High Septon can deny a princess, but not the king, especially now that he knows Aegon cannot sire heirs. For my sake, I ask you to stay your sword, valzȳrys.” She said squeezing his shoulder.
It takes far too long to be rid of company and have a moment alone with her.
The arrival of her family had set him on edge, and he needed her if he were to make it through this day without killing her brothers.
Despite knowing the strong lads are no real threat, the sight of them has his blood running hot.
He’d do anything to be able to have little Luke feel everything he did, to take his eye as it would have been done had his mother not been Rhaenyra.
But sweet Aemee would hate him if she’d find him taking what was owed to him.
When his blood thirst threatens to reach its peak, he seeks out his woman.
His Aemma, the only one he has wanted to the point of madness.
Aemma who opens like a flower just for him.
You are my only happiness in this fucking place, she had said as she asked him to leave with her.
Aemma who he dreams of fucking on the Iron Throne with her belly swollen with their child.
Not one Aegon will claim as his, one Aemond can proudly call his son.
A prince, a son named Aemon after Rhaenys’ father and because it is a variation of his own name.
“I need you, jorrāeliarzo.” He kissed her insistently as he maneuvered her onto the small table where they broke their fast just this morning.
Aemond has his beloved tearing his clothes off as he spreads her legs and rucks up her skirts and shift.
“I need you more, valzȳrys.” She says using the word she only uses with great sarcasm with Aegon.
They are lit by the same fire. Cannot feel close enough nor satisfied if it isn’t with each other.
“I have asked mother to have the king end my marriage.” Aemma says nipping at his earlobe.
She loves biting him, marking his skin with bites and scratches because that is the only way she can claim him.
And he loves teasing her, working her up until she cries out for him to fuck her.
“Truly?” he asks, pausing to her annoyance.
Aemma has asked her mother to help her get her marriage annulled.
And whatever Rhaenyra wants, she gets.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow the king orders the High Septon to have Aemma and Aegon’s marriage dissolved on account of Aegon’s inability to provide heirs.
They can marry in a moon if it happens.
As Aegon’s heir, he is in a better position to keep the peace given there will be no heirs between him and the throne.
“Yes, the High Septon is coming here anyways, why not ask him at dragon-point whether we have the grounds to seek an annulment?” She is happy in ways she has not been since she discovered the truth.
She has not truly forgiven him for lying to her, but the hope of stepping out of the shadows and into the sun has him knowing it won’t be long now.
“We will be husband and wife by the next moon, my sweet Aemee.” And what better to celebrate than making their first born?
Who knew knowing her marriage finally comes to an end would make her want to be a mother?
A mother to a trueborn child sired by the man she will marry once her previous marriage is undone.
Won’t matter if little Aemon or little Aenya comes eight moons after, everyone knows the babe would be Aemond’s who will have been her husband in the eyes of the gods and men.
“Ābrazȳrys,” the word rolls of his tongue like the sweetest honey.
Wife, gods, she could get used to this.
“Valzȳrys.” Aemma laughs quietly as they fixed their clothes as best as they could.
“I love you.” She says as they kiss one last time before returning to the world outside her bedroom.
Aemma has no idea why she said it, it just felt so natural, like everything does with him.
She never gets to hear it back, when her stepsisters and cousins burst into the room unannounced.
#aemma velaryon#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc#all is bliss fic#aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader#aemond targaryen#aemond x ofc#ewan mitchell#hotd fic#the great au
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This is a rant abt the black and how people defend them so easily, you don’t have to read if you don’t want to,
Btw I’m teamless, I don’t support either side but I really don’t like how everyone depicts the blacks as the beacon of light (the heroes) especially in the Aemond situation
The fight between the kids was started by Daemon’s daughters and they all literally got Aemond to the floor and were ganging up on him until he picked up the rock (Which he wasn’t even gonna use because it was a scare tactic, he literally put it down until Jace pulled out the knife) and then when he starts to defend himself again luke takes his eye. I know people like to say “Well Aemond deserves it because he stole Vhagar” or “Well he shouldn’t have done it on the night of the funeral” but we are constantly told that dragons aren’t possessions and that the dragon has to bond and choose their rider, if vhagar hadn’t accepted Aemond then he’d be dead (Dragons aren’t family heirlooms passed down either) and while I do agree that it was wrong to bond with Vhagar at the night of Laena’s Funeral, I feel like people tend to block the fact that Rhaenyra sleeps with Daemon (He’s also to blame but I’m just pointing out a character flaw of Rhaenyra’s that people tend to ignore), Laena’s Widow, the exact same night also. Also Aegon, Jace and Luke bullied Aemond for not having a dragon so you can understand Aemond’s desperation because he was tired of being made fun of. Then in the next scene Rhaenyra sees that her brothers eye has been taken and still demands that he be tortured as to find out where he heard that her children were bastards, as if it wasn’t blatantly in your face that they are. Instead of Luke getting punishment (I’m not saying take his eye but this does also have something to do with a further point of mine, maybe taking his titles would have been better) the blacks get off Scott free even after starting this mess and taking a family members eye.
All that lead me onto my second point, Rhaenyra is spoiled. I know not many black fans like to see the truth but she is (I mean I saw that even her dragon is known as spoiled or smth). She’s constantly let off with a slap on the wrist because her father loves her so much he’s willing to look past everything she does, I think the perfect scene that shows this is when Viserys is telling her that Jahaerys would have disinherited her but he won’t because he holds too much love for her to do that. She acts as if she didn’t know what she did was wrong and blames everyone but herself for the outcome. Yet again when Aemond’s eye is taken by her son she gets away with it because Visery’s loves her a lot, his sons eye was just taken by her son and there’s no punishment for it 🤔. I do blame Visery’s for this because he raised her this way but it’s just a flaw of her character. She leaves Visery’s by himself for 6 years, even knowing he was ill and only came back to ask him to secure her son’s position. What kind of daughter abandons their dying father, who has shown nothing but love, and shows up only to ask him to secure her sons place even though he can hardly move and has been asked to rest? Selfish. She also expects everyone in the court to be on her side even though she’s hardly done a single thing to earn their respect. She won’t know what it’s like for Alicent who can’t refuse or go against the orders of the king like she can and just blames Alicent for being forced into a marriage.
I also feel l like if the blacks want to take a son for a son so seriously then they should have done the same for and eye for an eye.
Now don’t take this as me liking team green because I don’t, Rhaenyra would definitely be a better queen than Aegon, + I hate Aegon, I hate Otto and the others I just see a grey characters except for Helaena, she is an angel. The whole point of Hotd ,I feel, is that everyone does morally questionable things and should be seen as grey (except for the very few that are either just evil or good) and the whole reason I wrote this out is because I feel like everyone just makes the blacks the people that do no wrong, I’ve even seen people say that they’re excited for blood and cheese and excited to see this innocent child be killed and that it’s deserved when it really isn’t. If there was a punishment then Aemond wouldn’t have been so bitter.
#yes Rhaenyra is very spoiled AS SHE SHOULD#anything else? 💅#pointing out Rhaenyra slept with Daemon at Laena's funeral as if she did not turn to leave but DAEMON grabbed her arm and stopped her#also you're probably new to my blog because idgaf about laena 🤷♀️#anonymous#answered asks
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different anon, but I love ComW, so definitely ready to plague you with questions:
- was Maegor’s unwilling hunt Rhaena, and did it involve her trying to kill him like in canon?
- was it a spur of the moment decision for Aemond when Luke walked in or is this something he’d been planning for a while? It definitely seemed like Luke could have easily been killed when Vhagar killed Arrax, so not sure how much thought went into it.
- Would Aemond actually realise the potential fallout or did he just not care?
- Is there any significance to the legitimacy of the ceremony (Valyrian-tradition wise - obviously there’s a lot else that might be queried about it from a Westeros point of view) to the fact that Luke didn’t say the words? Or is Aemond right when he says that his win is all that matters?
- Who hunted who out of Corlys and Rhaenys?
- You’ve already answered about Luke’s mother, stepdad and brother, but how would his Velaryon relatives react?
- Exactly how much stress is Alicent under rn?
(Again talking about my my dead dove Lucemond marriage hunt fic, cut off my wings (and lock me up) )
Adhsjdhshsjsjsj I’m so excited to get even more love for my fic!! ComW is really close to my heart (will you believe it’s my first mostly-explicit dead dove/nc,,,) so 🥺🥹😭 thank you!!
You’re dead right about Maegor and Rhaena 😬 she eventually had Dreamfyre surrender when the “escape by being faster” plan failed, because her dragon wasn’t a match against Balerion. Then she immediately tried to shank Maegor. (I think he also did hunts with his other Black Brides, but if only one party has a dragon it’s mostly. Uh. A very terrifying experience for the person on foot and like, a chill fun afternoon activity for the dragonrider…)
Aemond has definitely been obsessed with SOME sort of revenge on Luke for a looooong time (which lol is canon). At first those thoughts included mostly maiming and murder, but then he stumbled across an old Valyrian tome/read a lot about Maegor—and well, he got some Ideas (tm) that grew over the years. I’d say he wasn’t truly decided yet/picky, as long as he got his revenge in the end, but the Storm’s End situation—no one of their families there—was too perfect to NOT do it the marriage hunt way. (And as he said, Luke being alive but utterly miserable and humiliated is better revenge in his mind than “just” killing him.) and yes, killing another dragon without killing the rider is rather difficult, but what helped in this situation was that they were already pretty close to the ground, Luke having directed Arrax lower earlier, and also that Vhagar was so much bigger than Arrax. Though yeah Aemond was having the Time Of His Life and probably would’ve been fine with it if that had killed Luke, too.
And no, once he got into it Aemond didn’t stop to consider any potential fallout.
Technically, a hunt is supposed to conclude with the Valyrian/Targaryen ceremony that Rhaenyra and Daemon used in canon to wed each other, BUT since there were no witnesses to the actual hunt anyway and it is extremely obvious that Aemond did in fact win (and consummate), it’s still hard to question the legitimacy. The Blacks are going to do that anyway, of course, but yeah.
… I decided that Rhaenys hunted Corlys because she was the one with a dragon—but Corlys got to take a ship. He got a headstart too, and it was probably mostly hide and seek and/or they previously agreed on location that had to be reached within a certain timeframe? It was close, in the end, close enough to satisfy both their prides.
Speaking of, Rhaenys and Corlys are absolutely PISSED at Aemond, too. Having-to-keep-Rhaenys-from-getting-on-Meleys-to-challenge-Aemond-pissed. Corlys shares the sentiment but he’s trying to advocate for just wiping the floor with all the Green forces in the field.
Alicent has ALL The Stress rn. All of it. Her favourite son just did something that’s really difficult to reconcile with her own faith, also has a potentially devastating impact on the public opinion the Greens are kinda basing Aegon’s claim on, and probably made sure the Blacks are even less likely to consider terms as they would’ve been if Luke had simply been killed. They can’t even use Luke as a proper hostage because Aemond is now firmly in camp “only I may torment my pretty little wife”…. Alicent is working triple overtime to SOMEHOW try to keep a grip on public opinion. Meanwhile Aegon is throwing feasts at which everyone has to treat Luke as they would a “normal wife” to a Targaryen Prince. RIP.
#lucemond#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#hotd#house of the dragon#princess rhaenys targaryen#corlys velaryon#I’m sorry I’m just GIGGLING every time I think about Rhaenys hunting Corlys who has a SHIP
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An angsty au of fmbh where Aemond is compelled by Otto and Alicent to play the role of the bride once Luke says he’ll be downing that moon tea like it’s water. After a decade they’re fed up with Aemond’s lack of progress in seducing Luke, so they decide to take an absolutely horrible avenue and force Aemond to lie with the only Strong they have in league with them: Larys. Otto and Alicent are so convinced Luke is a Strong that they want to ensure Aemond’s bastard shares DNA with him. To say the least, it’s an extremely traumatic event for Aemond to experience this assault and it’s even worse for him when he falls pregnant. Luke has no choice but to accept Aemond’s pregnancy. While he does think Aemond has cheated, he never imagines it’s with a man nor does he imagine Aemond would ever disgrace himself with carrying a bastard. He has no choice but to believe the babe resulted from a night of drunken coupling. Everything falls apart when the baby is born and his hair is a dark red, the color of Lyonel Strong’s second wife and Larys’ mother. There is no denying that this is not Luke’s child and Aemond completely breaks down
Oh anon, you’re killing me here 😭
This is everything, I’m telling you. And the worst part is that I can see it all so clearly. Aemond going along with it because he’s always been his mother and grandfathers piece to move about the chest board as they please. He has such hero worship when it comes to his mother; she’s his rock, the only person who’s ever understood him even a little. To not go through with this would not only equate to being a failure but letting her down.
Being with a man of any sort that way but especially Larys is such a sickening thought that Aemond sees no choice but to get himself drunk because he knows he’d probably end up beating the man and running off as soon as he moves to touch him down there otherwise. Alicent gives him advice (not good advice but as a woman whose only experience with sex is being assaulted in her marriage bed she’s doing what she feels will help her son survive during.) Tells him to use oil beforehand because Larys won’t care to excite him, close his eyes and think of fond memories, and remain as silent as possible as to not over-excited Larys because he’ll likely begin to be rough at the sound of any moans. Aemond goes into this like a soldier preparing for war and it’s heartbreaking.
When he goes back to Diftmark Luke can already sense something is wrong with his husband…very wrong. Aemond looks like a ghost, pale white yet green in the cheeks. It’s so awful that Luke moves to touch his forehead to see if he’s coming down with fever but is immediately pushed away. Every time he tries to talk or initiate contact Aemond either yells or physically shoves him out of the way. At first he thought this was because he got into another fight with Aegon or maybe even Jace since he’s been in Kings Landing at their moms side for a few years, but three weeks down the line when Aemond announces he’s pregnant everything starts to come together.
At this point Aemond just found out himself but lies and says he’s known for a few weeks just to excuse his odd behavior.
He doesn’t look like someone who’s just found out they’re soon to have a child in Luke’s eyes. Not even every woman in his life has been over the moon to announce something like this to their loved ones. But he understands soon enough— Aemond likely feels out of place, wrong. Aemond is a masculine man through and through, there’s no doubt being pregnant is fucking with his head. So despite never having wanted children with his uncle Luke promises to be the perfect father and best husband he can in the face of their differences.
The pregnancy is hell to say the least. Aemond’s always crying, hiding himself away and having nightmares of that night with Larys. Not even Alicent can get through to him most of the time despite Luke having called her to remain with them for as long as Aemond would like.
Luke is attentive, always kind and never arguing back when Aemond tries to start something. Insists on honoring every food craving and making sure new cloaks and dress shirts are tailored to fit Aemond through the months even though Alicent thinks her son should dress similarly to Luke now that he’s so far along.
Then the day comes; both families are present and drowning in bad tension while waiting. Things are going smoothly (kinda) when Aemond can be heard screaming “no” and “it’s not right” Luke is the first to barge into the birthing chambers, stopping in his tracks when he catches Aemond failing about while the maester holds their red headed blue eyed baby boy. It all clicks then— Aemond’s behavior, the fact that he’d even gotten pregnant at all when Luke couldn’t remember the supposed night of conception. Something horrible happened, and now a child has been forced into it.
What surprises Aemond the most isn’t that the child has been born looking nothing like he should’ve, but that Luke takes hold of him with a smile smile before announcing that they’ve made the most beautiful being in the world. Bouncing the baby as he admits that he’s always thought Alicent’s hair was pretty, now their son has inherited it.
Aemond can only cry.
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The way the show handled helaegon irritates the life out of me! I’m will admit I’m not really a fan of the greens (mainly ser crispy/Otto/Aemond) and favour the blacks but sweet Helaena and Aegon are such wasted potential!!!
Below is just my personal opinion on it, not that I believe anyone will greatly care but I’m still sharing them 😂 major spoilers if you haven’t read the book! So please ignore if you don’t know what happens in fire and blood
So I absolutely adore Jace, Luke and Joff who are victims in the dance of dragons, but my problem is the show writers have completely ignored the fact Alicent’s children are victims too!! Helaena and Aegon are BOTH forced into marriage at a young age while he being groomed to usurp his sister
The show kept out ser crispy putting the fear of god into Aegon when he tries to refuse the throne, like I didn’t feel as if the show fully showed how forced into it he was
Aegon is an asshole in the books, he cheats on his wife and acts like a drunken fool but the show made him a rapist to make it more biased so the viewers who haven’t read the books favour the blacks
Who even is Helaena in the show? We get about three minutes of her as a side character rather than the sweet princess who’s a dragon dreamer
Now noodle boy Caraxes is my favourite dragon but their is no dismissing that Aegon and Sunfyre have the best bond, but yet the show failed to highlight it!
I could write a essay on how much I love book Rhaenyra and how I think she is a victim in her own right, but I completely understand why Aegon does what he does… spoiler… after Luke’s death blood and cheese (despite it being Daemon and Aemond’s doing) there is no going back, one of them needs to die, however I know the show will butcher the whole scene and make it seem like Aegon has done it for power
The show has made it seem like Aegon doesn’t give a fuck about his wife or children, when everything he does is for them! He accepts the crown to protect his family because he truly believes Rhaenyra will kill them all if she is queen, he seeks justice after blood and cheese! Aegon does not give a shit about the crown, he just wants to protect his family
Neither Rhaenyra or Aegon had a chance because of Viserys! He is the soul reason for the dance happening in the first place, he desperately wanted a son to be heir which Aemma died trying to give him, then when he finally had one he ignores him. Also when he crowned Rhaenyra he should have continually reminded all the other houses who swore to her that she was to be Queen, if he had done that then Aegon wouldn’t have been brain washed and groomed for king and house Targaryen wouldn’t have torn themselves apart
It’s fine, I read the books not to worry, Nonnie.
Yeah, they handled Aegon and Helaena so badly. Even Criston, he was smart and a great warrior but in the show he’s just a rage machine, which considering the fact they made him Dornish was a choice.
They didn’t developed Aegon and Helaena or their relationship at all. I ranted way too much about that lmao.
You’re right, Viserys was the villain. The fact that TB thinks that he didn’t set Rhaenyra to fail by marrying is beyond me.
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So if Valyrian marriage rituals require participants to draw blood, does that mean Luce and Aemond are married/engaged from the Driftmark fight?
(Our conversation yesterday on Valyrian religion has inspired a whole host of new au - including a very fun and chaotic Jace and Aegon arranged/religiously organised marriage au)
I have so many Thoughts!
There's a few fics I've read for Lucemond that go into or vaguely hint at a blood bond being formed on Driftmark. I absolutely love the idea that they've accidentally initiated a Valyrian wedding. Partially for the Lucemond feels, partially for the chaos this would cause.
I want Viserys to suffer the headache of having *both* Rhaenyra and Alicent furious about the same thing while he's literally unable to do anything. Feel helpless Viserys. Feel it~
But here's the greatest Thought to come from all this, in my opinion: if Valyrian weddings require blood - specifically sharing it - would this not imply that they originate in some sort of battle/conflict? Did... did dragonlords have to prove their mettle to their betrothed in some manner? Could such a... tradition, steeped in magic, not lead to certain *scuffles* creating a Valyrian betrothal?
We know that the *wedding* requires blood... who's to say a *betrothal* doesn't include some sort of physical altercation?
Like the one between Jace and Aegon in the training yard, when Aegon sort of *loses it* for a moment... Boom! Dragonblood activated, magic betrothal. Now they're stuck with one another a la Vala/Daniel in Stargate. Jace passes out halfway to Dragonstone and Aegon does the same in King's Landing. Viserys recognizes what's happened and since Rhaenyra is there when news of Lyonel dying reaches the capitol, he names her Hand. Sucks for you Otto.
Given that Viserys can only have so many good ideas at a time, he does not know how to break the betrothal between Jace and Aegon (and he lowkey doesn't want to because it's forcing the family to spend time together). No betrothal for Helaena (for now). Aegon drunkenly stumbles into Jace's room at Laena's funeral so his cousins don't wake him up. Mostly cause he's already awake and trying to get Aegon to stop stealing his blankets.
When Aemond loses his eye, they all realize that another betrothal has occured. They just don't know who with... Boom! Rhaena/Luke/Aemond/Baela established. Viserys is slightly more motivated to look for a solution for them, mostly because Daemon is now causing chaos in the capitol and the quartet have become an absolute terror in the castle (mostly for Jace and Aegon, because they're easy targets).
At some point, some lord tries to come for Helaena's hand. Aemond and Baela are not about that life. Boom! Rhaena/Luke/Aemond/Helaena/Baela. Parts of their polycule are more queerplatonic than romantic, but literally no one but them knows that/can tell.
Eventually, Viserys dies and someone suggests sending the Queen Dowager to Oldtown. Rhaenyra hates this idea, but acquiesces because Alicent wants to see Daeron anyway. Queen Rhaenyra passes out during a Small Council meeting a few hours after Alicent's departure and Daemon (who is on the council) starts laughing immediately. Rhaenys (who is Hand) has the awkward job of explaining to the Small Council that Alicent tried to stab Rhaenyra in Driftmark a few years back.
"You're betrothed to your father's widow." "Well, he married my best friend, turn about is fair play."
Rhaenyra takes Alicent to Oldtown to collect Daeron with Syrax. They have a Valyrian wedding in the sept. Laenor is very excited to have a co-consort. He and Alicent *plot* to incorporate Daemon eventually. Again. Their polycule is at least half platonic, but no one at court can figure out which half. Qarl knows. Qarl is in on it. Qarl is laughing at you Lord Lannister.
"You married my sister and my wife." "You married my niece and my sister-in-law." "Fair point."
Somewhere in there Cole has a mini-redemption arc and becomes less of a dick. He's still a jerk, but he doesn't take it out on any of the kids. Partially because he has a soft spot for Alicent's already and they all come as a package now anyway.
So yeah, there's a fic I'll never write.
#ray rambles#fanfiction#house of the dragon#hotd#polyship#ray answers#i'm not tagging all those characters#you can't make me
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Is reader marrying Daeron?? She's in marriage age and you said she'd marry a second son or a knight AND DAERON IS A YOUNGER SON AND A KNIGHT it could also be Aemond and have some forced marriage enemies to lovers thing
You guys want to skip to the ending so bad 😭
I won't give any spoilers, but I'll entertain speculation because I love getting asks like this
Daeron is possibly the best option from all angles, he's one of the best hiding his yandere tendencies, he already has a strong connection with reader, he's also a prince, not an heir, but still the most powerfu/regal suitor she could get
I don't think Aemond and reader's relationship is an enemies to lovers, it'd be simpler that way. Reader loves Aemond and wants to see in him what she finds convenient for her (seeing him only for his good qualities, that were particularly present in childhood, and now she wishes she could ignore the growing darkness swallowing him) but she can't. It is difficult for her to see someone she loved/loves cause so much harm to people like Jace, Luke or Joffrey.
As for Aemond, he loves her, he knows this, he is aware of this, but he sees her a possession, and one that rejected him to stand on the side of people he loathes, a beloved treasure that was stolen from him, and needs to get back, by reason or force. He respects reader as an individual, which is honestly rare for him, but he still thinks he's entitled to her.
Aemond's canonical partner, Lis Rivers, has a very strange relationship with him, in my opinion, she's more of a war prize than a real partner in Aemond's life. If things get complicated, reader will probably become Aemond's very own "black bride"
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