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tainted faces

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part two

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

trigger warning: cursing, knives, injuries, Aegon smashing Lyssaera's head on the table, incest (uncle x niece),,

genre: angst?? idk, possible enemies to lovers,,

Lyssaera Velaryon, Aemond fumes at the sight of her. The one who slashed his face with a blade and took his eye. The one who made him look like this, the one who made him hideous to look at. How can someone so beautiful be the source of all his pain?

Aemond scans her carefully during supper, as she grins and smirks when a roasted pig is placed before him. He slams his fist on the table and takes his goblet, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He raises his goblet, starting a toast.

"A final tribute," he starts. "To the health of my nephews and niece, Jace, Lyssaera, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, beautiful, wise..." he pauses as he purses his lip.

"strong," he continued, mockery behind his voice.

"Aemond" the queen calls out to him.

"Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong-" he said, but was cut off by Jacaerys.

"I dare you say that again." Jacaerys taunted.

"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" The whole table gasped when Jacaerys took his fist to Aemond's face. Lyssaera stood up, but Aegon crashed her head on the table, making Alicent shout at him.

"Enough!" Alicent shouts. Aemond chuckled as the guards restrained Jacaerys. "Why would you say such a thing in front of these people?" Alicent rushed to Aemond. "I was nearly expressing how proud I am of my family mother, but it seems my nephew and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond said.

"You fucking cunt! Let go of me!" Lyssaera shouts at Aegon, who is still holding her down. Aegon scoffs and releases Lyssaera. Once Aegon released his hold on her, she slapped Aemond on the face.

"Lyssaera!" Daemon shouted, making his way to his stepdaughter. Lyssaera made a mistake looking back at him. Aemond took his blade from the knife holster attached to the belt on his waist as held her neck, choking her.

"Aemond let her go!" Alicent and Rhaenyra shouted. Aemond did not hesitate swiftly slicing Lyssaera's cheek, making her scream in pain. Aemond was pulled away by his grandfather, just as Lyssaera was caught by Daemon. Lyssaera's screams filled the whole dining hall. Blood was running down her neck, arms, and to her dress. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys rushed towards Lyssaera as she was crying in pain. The salt in her tears touched her sliced skin. Daemon stood in front of his family and Aemond.

"Painful isn't it? This seems all too familiar, don't you agree? Look at yourself, we are now both terrifying to look at. Scarred for a lifetime. No men or lords will wed you in that condition. No man will wed a woman like you, a woman with a hideous scar on her face." Aemond hissed, anger evident in his voice. He didn't care about the angry eyes on him. At the moment, all he cared about was her. The way she was looking at him. The hatred and pain in her eyes. Aemond looked at the sliced skin, the slice running from the upper point of her cheek to her upper lip, it was deep, deep enough to leave an ugly scar. A scar that will remind her of him.

That late in the night, Lyssaera's wails filled the Red Keep as well as Aemond's ears. He cringes as he recalls the night when Lyssaera took his eye. That night, while the maesters were stitching up his eye and skin, he cried out in agony. Guilt consumes him as he considers how he ruined her dangerously beautiful yet angelic face. A beauty for which any man would die for. A beauty for which any man would fight for. But Aemond is not simply a man, because men do not ride dragons. And with this, he would not let any low life man pursue his Lyssaera. He smirks at the thought that no man would wed her because of the scar he carved out on her face. A scar that will remind every living person that Lyssaera Velaryon was his and only his.

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yovrstruly00 · 1 year

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tainted faces | part two

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part one

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

A/N: y'all are so nice! thank you so much for requesting part two and leaving some reviews. although english isn't my first language, i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 BTW i'll be posting part three soon!!

trigger warning: cursing, mentions of death, incest

genre: angst? slow burn enemies to lovers

Lyssaera placed her hair brush down her vanity table. She took her face powder and dabbed it on her face. She took a deep breath before touching the scar. It has been a year since the dining hall incident. They left for Dragonstone immediately after the maesters finished stitching the cut.

The scar made her feel hideous. Crying almost every night because of the pain inflicted upon her. After that night, Jacaerys also became protective of her. Scowling at anyone who stares or whispers about her. After being left alone in her thoughts for a while, she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She said, Jacaerys entered her bedchamber. “Do you know what is happening? I think this place is in chaos.” He said. “What? I have no idea what you are saying Jace.” Lyssaera placed the jar of powder back on her vanity before walking to Jacaerys. “Want to see for yourself sister?” He said as they both stepped out of her bedchamber.

The people were rushing, leaving Lyssaera and Jacaerys clueless. They gave each other a confused look. "What’s happening? Is there something wrong?" Lyssaera asked her brother. He shrugged as he grabbed the arm of some guard. "M-my prince?" The guard stuttered, stepping backward to offer Jacaerys space.

"What is all this haste about?" he asked. The guard hesitated before answering, but he composed himself before talking. "I think it is better if you hear it from the Princess Rhaenyra, my Prince." The guard said it plainly, bowing his head before going away.

"This is not good, brother, we should look for our mother." Lyssaera rushed, with Jacaerys behind her. As soon as they arrived at their mother’s quarters, they didn’t waste any time asking questions.

"What’s going on, mother? Everyone was in such a hurry down the hall." Jacaerys asked. Sadness was seen in Rhaenyra’s face. They also looked at Daemon, who was leaning back on a chair, fiddling with his fingers. "Uncle?" Jacaerys turning to Daemon. Rhaenyra looked at Daemon, "Viserys had passed." he said.

Lyssaera didn't know what to say. Jacaerys shocked, his features softening. They both stayed silent for a while, waiting for Daemon to say something. "Jacaerys, Lyssaera, do you both understand what’s about to happen?" Daemon asked. Both Lyssaera and Jacaerys are still silent, but they nodded. It is clear what's about to happen, but they didn't say anything further.

"Are we heading for King’s Landing then? Is that why everyone is rushing?" Jacaerys asked. Daemon shook his head and stood up, walking to stand beside his wife.

"No, Jace, we will not. It has been weeks since Viserys’ passing. They kept it, hid it from us." said Daemon. "And of the throne? Who sits upon it now? Who sits on it while we are here?" Lyssaera asked. "My brother, Aegon, is usurping the throne." Rhaenyra answered. Lyssaera sighed in disbelief.

"All of this, after the death of my sister. And now the greens take away your birthright from you? This is too much. They’ve taken too much from us." Lyssaera said, tears forming in her eyes. Lyssaera was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She sat down, holding onto Jace’s hand to seek comfort.

The Greens. Oh, how she despises them. How much she curses them. How much she despises that colour. How much it angers her every time she remembers what they did to her. What he did to her.

They all looked at the door when a knight rushed in, bowing his head to Rhaenyra.

"Otto Hightower has arrived, at the bridge." Daemon glanced at Rhaenyra. "I shall go now," Daemon said. "We are coming with you." Jacaerys suggested. Daemon looked at Lyssaera, waiting for her. "As well as I. '' She said as the three of them were looking at Rhaenyra before heading out.

“I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.” Otto Hightower stated. “I’ve been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the Princess?” He asked but only to find Daemon staring at him, unamused, with Lyssaera at Jacaerys standing behind him.

Syrax’s deafening roars above them were the way to announce Rhaenyra's presence. Her eyes widened upon seeing her mother wearing the late king’s crown. She felt proud. Syrax circled the bridge before settling down. Rhaenyra climbed down from Syrax, making her way beside Daemon. Seeing her mother, standing proud and tall with the late King’s crown on her head, she felt proud. The hues of the setting sun enhanced her features, and she thought that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

“Princess Rhaenyra.” Otto Hightower started.

“I am Queen Rhaenyra now, and you all are traitors to the realm.” She spatted assertively as Syrax growled in the background.

“King Aegon Targaryen, the second of his name, in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms. Acknowledge Aegon as king and swore obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your first trueborn son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Your first born daughter Lyssaera, will be confirmed as the legitimate heir of Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of house Velaryon but is still in question. Your sons by Prince Daemon-” Otto was interrupted by Daemon.

“Who questions Princess Lyssaera's inheritance of Driftmark? Corlys Velaryon swore to us and clearly made my daughter his heir. Is it because she is a lady?” He asked as he grasped the grip of the Dark Sister. Otto did not say a thing to him. Lyssaera’s lips formed into a tight line. Daemon may not be her father, but he never failed to treat her as his own.

“Your sons by Prince Daemon, will also be given places of high honour at court. Aegon the Younger as the King’s squire, Viserys as his cupbearer. Finally, the King in his good grace will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent.”

“I would rather feed my children to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups, for your drunken usurper cunt of a King.” Daemon stated. Making Otto Hightower sigh.

“Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conqueror’s crown, wields the Conqueror’s sword, has the Conqueror’s name. He was anointed by a septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him. And then there is Stark, Tully, Baratheon, houses that have also received and are at present considering generous terms of the King.” said the wanky slender man before them.

“Stark, Tully, and Baratheon swore to me. My daughter, the Princess Lyssaera, betrothed to Royce Baratheon, Lord Baratheon’s only son, to secure their loyalty to me as their Queen, when King Viserys named me his heir.” Replied Rhaenyra.

“Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, princess. The succession changed when your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it.” Otto Hightower said. Rhaenyra walks towards him, removing the brooch on his coat and throws it to the sea.

“You are no more hand than Aegon is king. Fucking traitor.” Rhaenyra spatted. A tall silvered-hair man appeared behind the crowd of knights. Lyssaera’s eyes widened at the sight of him. Jacaerys clenched his jaw as he searched for his sister's hand, holding it. Lyssaera’s heart was pounding just as her knees felt weak at the sight of him.

“Careful sister. You could be killed for treason.” Aemond said as he walked towards Rhaenyra, all knights on guard. He looked at the people before him, observing them. He smirked when he saw Jacaerys, he looked at the woman beside him. There she is, ñuha gevives. Aemond said to himself.

‘There she is, my beauty’

A year had passed since the dining hall incident. But Aemond thinks that her beauty did not change at all despite the scar. Aemond scanned her face. Her godly eyes would make the devil himself repent once he sees it. Her plump pink lips that has been in his dreams for a while, scenes where he would imagine the same lips on his neck and lips. Her chocolate brown hair that compliments her complexion, her flushed peach cheeks. And the scar, still pink, runs across the left side of her face. Her face carved out by the gods and heavens, the same face that corrupts his mind.

“As for the Princess Lyssaera’s legitimacy to Driftmark, I am here to make the situation much easier.” Aemond said. He looked at Rhaenyra smirking, and he finally looked at his Lyssaera. He grinned as he terror was seen in her eyes, and found it funny as Jacaerys was staring intently at him.

“King Aegon promised her to me. She is to be my wife, se iksi naejot sagon wed isse se tradition hen īlva lentor.”. He announced.

‘and we are to be wed in the tradition of our house’

Lyssaera was trembling. She cannot stand the idea of being his wife, bare and mother his children. The thought of it makes her sick. She was about to speak but Jacaerys preceded her.

“That’s fucking nonsense! After what you did to her?! Lord Corlys and the Queen secured her position as heir of Driftmark years ago! And as she is betrothed to Lord Baratheon’s son!” Jacaerys exclaimed. His jaw was tense, his eyebrows knitted together, he was enraged.

“I did what I had to do nephew. My brother is the king and he said so himself. Do you really know who the House Baratheon sides with? Confident enough to betrothe your sister to some pathetic man for them to bend their knee? If you wish to secure your legitimacy and possession of Driftmark, you, Lyssaera Velaryon, will be wed to me. Let us both keep the Targaryen-Velaryon bloodline pure and strong”. Aemond grinned wickedly as he mocks them. He likes, no, loves, the look on their faces.

“I’d rather die than be your wife! You are vile!” said Lyssaera, eyes narrowing in disgust, but Aemond did not care about the words she said. He only thinks about the thought about him and Lyssaera being husband and wife. The ones who should be ruling the Seven Kingdoms. Treason or not, he absolutely does not care.

Once Aemond heard about Lyssaera’s betrothal to Royce Baratheon, madness and jealousy enveloped him. Did they not think about why he carved her face? The reason behind her scar? Having it his way, he convinced Aegon to wed Lyssaera to him. His brother being easy to fool, Aemond used their blood line as an excuse. He wants Lyssaera for himself. He’s going to have her, with or without anyone’s approval.

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yovrstruly00 · 1 year

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something to remember me by

Being Aemond’s wife is not easy. Apart from fulfilling his duties to the throne, he always his best to always put you first.

trigger warning: none

genre: fluff/angst

You’ve woken up from the sunlight shining on your face. You’ve reached for the other side of your bed, but your dear husband Aemond isn’t there. You sighed as you sat up on the bed. Grabbing on the poles of the bed to support your heavy, swollen belly. You fought with Aemond last night about how he has been neglecting his duties to you as a husband. He told you he’s been busy with his duties, which was the same reason he has been using for the past few weeks.

"You have been saying that for these past few weeks! Have you failed to notice that I have no one here? Being with a child is difficult without you, please do not make it worse. I walk through the halls alone, sit by the garden by myself, sleep by myself, and eat with your family. At this point, Helaena is the only one keeping me sane! Nyke daor gaomagon bisa!" You exclaimed. Looking up at your husband from the bed, you clutch your swollen belly.

'I can't do this!'

Aemond held your hand, the other was on your pregnant stomach. "My wife, I have no other choice. You know that I am only fulfilling my duties, if you think I can bear being away from you, you are wrong. It is I whom the Queen, my mother, trusts. You are well aware of this. A few more weeks, my dearest, and you must know that you are well aware of my regret." He searched for your eyes as he kneeled on the ground. You removed his hand from yours, "If you walk out of these quarters then it means you are not sorry, and that I am no priority of yours. Forget me, Aemond, who am I compared to the throne." Aemond looked at you, not saying a word. He stood up and kissed you on the cheek. He whispered a sorry in your ear as he walked out of your shared bedchamber. As you heard his footsteps sound weaker, you curled up and sobbed.

You heard a faint knock on the door, and your handmaidens entered the chambers. "We must get dressed, my princess, since it is almost noon and your brother, prince Jacaerys, will be paying you a visit." You looked at her with delight. She happily assisted you in getting in the tub as she tended to your hair while the other handmaiden was preparing your gown.

Spending the whole day with Jacaerys was enjoyable. It took your mind off some things. He told stories about his journeys, and he even gave you a journal to read his entries about his expenditures. But now it is night, which means supper with the family. You walked the halls, and you held your hands together as you entered the dining hall, sitting beside Helaena. You glanced at Aemond's chair, but he was absent, making your heart ache. You spent the whole dinner anticipating his arrival. "How's the pregnancy, dear princess?" the queen asked. You gave her a smile, and you reassured her that everything was well. She gave your hand a squeeze before she dismissed everyone after supper.

You returned to your chamber, where your handmaidens were waiting for you since it was already late. You went to the library after dinner to distract yourself from the ache you were experiencing. As you entered, you saw Aemond sitting near the fireplace. Still mad, you ignore his presence as you signal your handmaiden to tend to you. "Please leave us," you heard Aemond say. You gave your handmaidens a nod of approval. They left the room, but they left your nightgown on the bed. You stood awkwardly beside the bed as you waited for Aemond to say something. "Get in the bath, my wife, let me bathe you." He stood up from the chair, and you walked towards the bath tub. He went behind you, helping you undress, and he offered his hand as a support for you to be able to get in the tub. He poured a dash of body soap and grabbed the bath cloth as he ran it along your arms, chest, and up to your neck. His gentleness makes your heart ache.

"How are you, my sweet wife?" he asked. "I am quite alright, my prince," you replied. "I heard that nephew came to see you? How was it?" he asked again, wanting to keep the conversation going. "It was alright," you replied, keeping it short, so he sighed.

"I know I haven't been the doting husband you want me to be. I am aware that I have been neglecting you and that this has caused you pain. It was never my idea to leave you alone in the first place. Issa jorrelagon, Kostilius Shijetra Aha Valzrys," he pleaded as he looked at you.

'My love, please forgive your husband'

He held your hand as he pressed a kiss on it. Your eyes are tearing up as sadness and longing overtake you. "Oh issa dōna hāedar, issa dōna ābrazȳrys". He holds your cheek as he wipes your tears with his thumb. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, allowing you to cry on him.

'Oh my sweet girl, my sweet wife'

"Come now, my princess, I have something for you," Aemond said as he helped you get out of the tub. He wrapped a cloth around your body to dry you, he took your nightgown and dressed you. Sitting you down so you can drink some tea to alleviate your nausea. He knelt in front of you as he held your hands. He grabbed something from his coat and placed it on your palms. A sapphire necklace. You gave him a confused look.

"Do you what this piece of gem means? Love, loyalty, truth, and sincerity. It symbolizes what my intentions are. I hope this can be something you will remember me by every time I am away. But do not fret, my wife, I am done with my duties. Mother spoke to me about you and how she noticed how gloomy you have been. Now I am here to tend to you. Nyke kesīr issa dōna hedar," he said as he caressed your swollen stomach.

'I am here, my sweet girl'

"It matches your eye, my sweet husband," you both laughed, kissing him on the lips. You gave him the necklace so he could clasp it around your neck. He went behind you as you held your hair out of the way. You played with the stone on your chest as you smiled brightly at him.

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