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Possess your Heart | Aemond Targaryen x reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Word count: 2,422

Summary: Aemond and you used to be inseperable during your childhood. That was until you had to leave the Red Keep. 10 years later you come back, only to find him betrothed to another.

Warnings/tags: Angst, pining, mostly angst

‘Fuck off! All of you’, you shouted as you sprinted through the empty dragonpit, straight towards Aemond, that pig still standing before him. The other kids were laughing. God, how you hated them. You didn’t expect much from Jace and Luke, but not even his own brother would stand by his side.

You took off one of your shoes and threw it straight at Aegon’s head.

‘Get out of here’, you shouted, darting towards him. His eyes widened and he rubbed his head where your shoe had hit him. As soon as he saw you, he dashed away, Jace and Luke right behind him.

Aemond just stood there, staring at the pig. You noticed tears in his eyes. Once you were close enough, you slowed down a little and instantly wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t hug you back, still too upset and angry at his brother and nephews. But you kept him close, not even caring about your bare toes freezing on the ground.

‘Ignore them, Aemond. They’re idiots. I just know you’ll find your dragon one day. And it’ll be better and bigger than all of theirs combined’, you whispered in his ear, gently stroking the back of your head. A sigh erupted from the boy in front of you and his arms finally came up to your waist, pulling you in tighter.

The young prince and you had always been close. Ever since your father had been summoned to the Red Keep to be part of King Viserys’ small council, you had grown up around the royal family. And you quickly developed a soft spot for the younger, silver-haired Targaryen in your arms.

It seemed that he was always around. While his brother preferred to laze about or mess with his family, Aemond had always preferred to educate himself, to become a better person. You loved that about him. It was an innocent and childish love, but everyone in the castle could see that you two were meant for each other.

You would sit by his side in the library for hours, reading your books. Sometimes, Aemond would teach you a few words in High Valyrian, joking that if you were to be his princess one day, you would need to know more about his family’s history. It always made you blush and you knew that secretly he loved that.

Other days, you would watch him spar with Ser Criston Cole, practising his sword fighting skills. You would cheer on him, if he did well. Or you’d help him up, if he fell, always making sure he was okay. And whenever Ser Criston wouldn’t look, Aemond would hand you his sword, letting you play with it for a while and teaching you what new things he had learned.

You knew his life wasn’t perfect and he often struggled a lot. But you were happy enough together. Until one day, your father was summoned back home and you had to leave the Red Keep.

10 years later

You smiled remembering all the good times you had at the Red Keep. Sure, your life back at home was fine, but you had always missed the bustle of King’s Landing. And you had missed your company. Nothing ever compared to the friendship you used to share with Aemond Targaryen. The thought of seeing him again made your heart jump. You couldn’t wait to finally arrive, get out of this damn carriage and wrap your arms around the man you had missed so much for the past 10 years.

And then you noticed the gates of the Red Keep. You were here. Any moment now. You felt the carriage come to a stop and the door was opened. Your father climbed out first, offering you his hand to guide you. Taking a deep breath, you straightened your dress, smiled at your father and finally stepped out of the carriage.

Queen Alicent immediately came closer, greeting your father and then putting her hands on your shoulders, ignoring all protocol.

‘Y/N, how you have grown. It is wonderful to see you again’, the queen warmly smiled at you.

‘Your grace, I am pleased to be back’, you bowed before her, trying to be polite.

‘You’ll remember my children?’, she asked, stepping aside and revealing the rest of her family standing beside her.

‘Of course’, you responded and took a step towards them, noticing Aegon first, as he was closest to you.

‘Prince Aegon, Princess Helaena, it is good to see you again. I congratulate you on your union’, you bowed before them. All of you knew that you were lying. You could never stand Aegon and he equally despised you. So both of them just nodded their heads, Helaena giving you a kind smile.

It was time for you to move on to the next person, you knew it would be Aemond. As soon as you laid eyes on him, a smile spread on your face. Of course, you had heard about that terrible incident that made him lose his eye. You had never liked Luke much, but knowing what he had done to Aemond, made you hate him. Not much to your surprise though, a missing eye didn’t change anything about it. Aemond was stunning. His tall figure towered over yours and the eyepatch gave him a mysterious aura that only intrigued you more. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but it would have been improper. So you simply bowed before him.

That’s when you noticed another person. Right beside Aemond, you saw a beautiful woman with long black hair. She must’ve been just a few years younger than the prince. Unsure of how to proceed, you moved over to her, when you saw Queen Alicent joining you.

‘Ah, yes. This is Lady Cassandra Baratheon, Aemond’s betrothed’, she announced, joy noticeable in her voice.

Your heart sank. Aemond was betrothed? How had nobody told you? A gasp escaped your mouth and you stared back at Aemond in disbelief. His gaze never met yours, but his clenched jaw line didn’t escape you. He desperately tried to ignore you. Not wanting to make a scene, you looked back at the woman before you.

‘My lady’, you bowed, ‘I am pleased to hear of your upcoming wedding.’

The words coming out of your mouth sounded rigid and forced, but you tried your best to smile at her. Sensing that the situation was a little tense, Queen Alicent ushered you all towards the doors and motioned for the servants to carry your belongings to your chambers. You hesitantly followed them, trying your best to ignore Aemond and Cassandra, before you made your way to your chambers to get ready for tonight’s feast.

A few hours later, you took a deep breath, as you stepped into the great hall. Most guests were already there and sharing conversations, laughing with each other, or just sipping from their cups. You were relieved at the realisation that nobody actually looked at you as you found your place by your father’s side. That was until you sat down and realised that Aemond’s seat was right in your line of vision and he was staring straight at you. You couldn’t read the look on his face but decided that given the circumstances of the situation it would be best to avoid his gaze. So you simply looked away, engaging in the conversation your father was sharing with the other noblemen sitting at your table.

‘My lady, may I ask for this dance?’, a voice behind you caught your attention after a while. You turned around to find the most beautiful stormy grey eyes staring right back at you. The tall man before you quite frankly took your breath away.

‘Of course, my lord…?’, you took his hand, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

‘Stark, Cregan Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N’, he gave you a gentle smile before placing his hand on your waist, softly swaying to the music.

‘I see, you have heard of me?’, you grinned up at him, enjoying the attention.

‘Rumours of your beauty and kindness are heard all across the realm, my lady. Although, I must say you exceed any stories I have heard’, he mused.

‘You flatter me, Lord Stark’, you giggled. In truth, you were rather grateful for the distraction he provided and let him spin you around. A joyful laugh escaped your mouth until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘Lord Stark, I will take it from here.’

You froze immediately, recognising that voice.

‘My prince’, Cregan Stark bowed before you, giving you a sympathetic smile before he walked away.

You didn’t dare to look up when you felt Aemond’s hand on your waist, gently pulling you into him as you moved to the music. Your heart was beating heavily and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t used to being that close to him anymore. And as much as you hated the situation, you couldn’t deny the attraction you undoubtedly felt towards the one-eyed prince.

‘You look beautiful, Y/N’, he whispered. When you looked up at him, your breath got caught in your throat and you forgot how to speak. Seeing him brought back so many memories and secretly, you had hoped that meeting him again would go vastly different.

‘Have you lost your voice, little bird?’, he hummed, a smirk spreading on his face. The situation amused him. He clearly knew of the effect he had on you and pulled you closer to him. The feeling of his chest pressed against yours almost made you forget yourself and you struggled not to give in and lean your head on his shoulder.

Looking over to the Targaryen table, you noticed a set of deep brown eyes, staring at you. Cassandra’s hand tightly gripped her cup and she couldn’t stop staring at Aemond and you.

‘Your betrothed seems upset, my prince. I do not think she appreciates the attention you’re paying me’, you sighed, ready to pull back, but Aemond kept you firmly held against him, turning slightly so you wouldn’t be able to see Lady Cassandra anymore.

‘I merely wish to reconcile with my old friend’, Aemond leisurely stated, looking down at you.

‘Old friend’, you huffed, ‘is that what I am to you?’

This time you pulled away from him, simply staring at him, ignoring the eyes that were carefully watching you now.

‘Y/N, please. Not here. You can’t do this right now’, he muttered, trying to keep face.

You felt anger rising within you. You were angry at Aemond for being with someone else. Angry at your father for making you leave all those years ago. But mostly, you were angry at yourself for the stupid feelings that you couldn’t get rid of.

‘I can do whatever I want, Aemond’, you hissed, ‘in fact, I might go back to dancing with Lord Stark. He seemed much more delightful than you.’

Just as you were ready to stomp off towards the Stark table, you felt a hand around your arm and before you knew it, Aemond was dragging you out of the great hall and into the corridor. He looked around, and pulled you behind a large pillar with him, trying to make sure that you could have a quiet moment together.

‘Why are you acting like this?’, Aemond spat, his nostrils flared as he stared down at you. You were pushed against the pillar, stuck between him and the cold stone on your back. The closeness to him made your head swim and you almost forgot how angry you had just been.

‘Me? How do you think I felt? Coming back after all those years, finally seeing you again, hoping you would…’, you trailed off, trying to hold your deepest wishes back, ‘and then you stood there with her by your side.’

You waved your hands towards the door, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘Oh Y/N’, Aemond sighed, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to be there for you, but he knew he had other duties now.

‘And you know what hurts the most? I want to hate you. I really do. But I just can’t. I lo-’, you caught yourself before you could say it. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, realising what you had just done.

His expression matched yours. Sadness and shock covered his face. His thumb still gently stroked your face and you caught yourself leaning into his touch. He took a step forward, his body now pressed against yours. You could feel his breath on your face.

‘Don’t hold back’, he whispered, his voice so soft, you almost couldn’t hear it, ‘nobody can see us.’

And within the blink of an eye, you pressed your lips against his. Your hands came up to his neck, your fingernails digging into his long hair, softly scratching at the back of his head. It was a desperate kiss. The bitterness from years of longing for him and then coming back to see him lost to another was pouring out of you. Your lips moved against his in unison and his thumb was digging into your cheek. His other arms came up to your waist, pulling you even closer into him. A deep growl escaped his lips and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide over his lips and teeth, fighting his tongue for domination. A soft moan fell from your lips.

And suddenly you realised what you were doing. Your eyes opened wide and you pulled yourself away from him. Breathing heavily, you brought your fingers up to your lips and just stared at him in shock. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. Aemond wasn’t yours to be with.

‘Y/N’, he tried, taking a step forward and reaching out to you, but you just shook your head.

Taking a deep breath, you fought back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. Another deep breath and you took a step forward, approaching the fragile looking prince before you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders. Standing on your toes, you leaned in and gently pressed a loving kiss on his cheek, just below his scar.

‘I love you, Aemond. Always’, you sighed before turning around and walking away from him.

That was the last time you had ever seen Aemond.

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let’s talk about the early stages of hyperfixation where you can literally feel your brain getting doses of serotonin because of a show or a movie or a person or a character and mentally you’re like ‘ooooh no’ but it’s like a blackhole you can’t run or escape from so you just gotta ride it out knowing full well the next few months maybe even years are going to be spent mindlessly obsessing over this thing

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not this anon but i’m black and I agree, so many reader inserts are white-coded in HotD where they just make the reader white and related to the character? I feel like I can’t even say anything about it sometimes because people say “do you even know what show you’re watching” when you talk about inclusivity (even though there are options to make reader Laenor and Rhaenyra’s legitimate child or Laena’s or even Corlys’ if they want to keep the incest in)

And if it’s not that, it’s people making white/pale reader aesthetic moodboards and small details in their writing describing nonblack readers. Hair like you said and visible blushing etc.

Sorry for ranting! It was just on my mind for a long time and your response made me think about it

Yeah!! Literally never apologize for talking about this stuff lol reader insert inclusivity is smth I care a lot about

And yeah, I've noticed that re: blushing. I try to describe the sensation of it instead of the appearance when my reader characters do (if they do)--most of all because like, ur inside the character, and irl you only know how you feel and none of us know how we look 24/7, especially to others

I've had it happen where someone feels like theyre blushing like crazy, then say smth like "wow i bet my face is so red" but literally nothing shows

Anyway yeah, i'd like to try to keep my characters as neutral as possible where i can unless it is relevant to the environment, like when the ledan is shorter than the lords as mentioned previously

If i ever slip up tho I hope all of my readers can feel comfortable enough that they can point it out and that way i can edit and adjust something, but ik that it can be uncomfortable to broach the topic

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Hi my loves,

I just wanted to say thank you for all the love that In the Eye of the Storm has received! This was my first time sharing my writing online and I'm a little overwhelmed by all the kind words.

I already have an idea for a new fic featuring Aemond (and maybe Aegon) set in a modern AU. Is this something you lot are interested in?

In the meantime, my requests are open and you can always reach out and ask me questions about HOTD, fics or anything else you can think of.

I'll be working on request rules etc. in the coming days!

Have a wonderful morning/day/evening.

-A.

#fanfiction #thank you #writerscurse #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond fic

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 7

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 2,333

Summary: You’re visiting King’s Landing with your family to reaffirm your younger brother Lucerys’ birthright as the rightful heir to Driftmark. During your stay, you reconnect with Aemond Targaryen. You had once been friends, but that was long ago. And the man in front of you now, is not the shy kid you used to know. Can you reconcile despite your differences or will the rift between your families break you apart?

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

A/N: This was my first time writing smut. Please be kind!

A/N: This could totally be read as a stand-alone oneshot. If you haven't read the other chapters: Aemond and reader are about to spend their first night together. Enjoy!

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

The evening after your wedding and Aemond’s coronation was filled with laughter and joy. You enjoyed seeing your families united, just as your grandsire had wanted. The feast had been glorious, speeches were held in your honour. You enjoyed your fair share of wine and shared dances with your brothers and Daemon. But mostly, you enjoyed Aemond’s company. You enjoyed his subtle touches beneath the table. You enjoyed the sweet words he whispered into your ears. You enjoyed the gentle kisses, for all the world to see. And still, you could not wait for this feast to end so you could enjoy some privacy with your newly wed husband.

When it was finally time to retire to your chambers, you bid your family goodnight and let Aemond guide you out of the great hall and through the empty corridors. You giggled all the way there, stopping every few steps to exchange heated kisses. His arms wrapped around your waist, yours running through his hair. Tongues tracing over lips, teeth biting, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, you both could not wait to have this night to yourself.

As soon as you made it to your chambers and stumbled through the doors, Aemond turned around roughly pushing you against the door behind you, pressing himself against you, his lips crashing onto yours. You felt his hands all over your body. His left hand gripping your neck, keeping you in place while his tongue swirled around yours, his other palm slowly gliding down to your waist.

Your head was spinning, but you knew you needed more. You hungrily gripped the fabric of his tunic, pulling him even closer against you, moaning into his lips. Noticing what you wanted, he briefly pulled back, taking off his shirt and tossing it on the floor.

Aemond descended back onto you, his lips gliding over your neck, placing wet kisses there while his right hand gently cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. Your hands found their way to his back, instinctively scratching it, as his thumb found your hard nipple through the fabric.

He groaned and pushed himself back slightly. ‘May I’, he hummed in your ear, his fingers playing with the lace of your dress, that was holding it in place. You simply nodded, planting hot kisses on his chest while he carefully undid your dress and slid it off your shoulders.

Once the fabric hit the floor, Aemond took a step back to properly look at you. You suddenly had the urge to cover yourself. Noone had ever looked at you in this manner until now. But before you could lift your arms, your husband moved closer to you, grabbing your wrists.

‘Don’t’, he purred, ‘you are so beautiful. I want to see all of you.’ His hands softly made their way to your breasts, fingers lightly brushing over them as he placed kisses on your jawline and down your neck.

The sensations he caused made you feel light-headed. Gasping as his fingers rolled your nipples, you pulled him closer to you, needing to feel his body on yours. Desperate for some friction, you lifted your hips against his, grinding on the hard bulge you could feel through his pants. A guttural moan escaped his lips and his head fell forward, landing on your shoulder.

You removed your hands from his hips, needily fumbling with his pants, wanting to get rid of them so badly. When he noticed your struggles, he reached down and helped you undo his pants, his eye fixated on yours, wanting to take all of you in. Once you heard the pants land on the ground, you couldn’t waste any more time. Feeling rather impatient, you let your hand trail over his bulge, stroking his hard length through the thin fabric of his undergarments.

The moans that your actions drew from him were obscene, his movements over your body became ragged as he enjoyed the feeling of having your hands all over him. You lowered your head onto his neck, finding his soft spot and harshly biting down on it.

With a desperate grunt, Aemond pushed himself into you even harder, not wanting to leave any space between you two. Your hand was still on his cock when you felt his long fingers moving down to your hips, dipping under the fabric that covered your aching core. He briefly stopped, waiting for you to tell him to continue. You hastily nodded, motioning for him to go on and with one swift move, he tore your underwear off you. His hands gripping your thighs, he lifted you up, back still pressed against the door.

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, wetness dripping from your folds and coating his underwear. You continued to brush your lips across Aemond’s neck and shoulders while he carried you over to the bed.

He gently placed you down on the mattress, before taking a step back to get rid of his undergarments. You watched his every move as he slowly pulled them down. Already feeling breathless, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his hard cock twitching with arousal.

A smirk formed on Aemond’s face when he caught you staring. He descended onto the bed, positioning himself above you. Heat was pooling inside you as you enjoyed having him so close to you, having him be all yours. Looking into his eye, you saw a burning desire, before he dropped his head, his tongue instantly invading your mouth. You gasped, but still wanted more. Your nails left gentle scratches on your husband’s back while your other hand reached down to grab his erection. You wrapped your fingers around it, realising just how big it was, and tenderly started stroking it. His entire body twitched at the sudden sensation. Encouraged by his reaction, you smiled into his kiss and quickened your pace on his cock.

He almost collapsed on top of you from sheer pleasure when a dark growl fell from his lips. ‘No’, he whispered, grabbing your palm and dragging it away from his hard length. He brought it up above your head, resting his hand on top of yours to keep it in place.

‘Tonight is your night. This is special and I want you to enjoy it. You can take care of me another time’, he whispered, a cheeky grin on his face. And with that, you felt his hand brushing over your skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps from your throat, down to your breasts, over your stomach until he finally reached your throbbing core.

He lazily slid his finger through your wet folds, drawing a deep moan from you as he started to caress your hard nipple with his tongue. You melted into his touch when you felt him lightly biting your swollen nipple and inserting one of his digits into your aching entrance. You gasped, white flashes appearing before your eyes at the unexpected sensation.

His finger kept pumping in and out of you and he soon added a second one. Your walls were clenching around them. Moans kept falling from your lips and when he finally placed his thumb on your swollen clit, slowly circling it, you couldn’t hold back anymore. ‘Aemond’, you cried out, making him pick up the pace.

‘The things you do to me, my love. Ao sagon sīr gevie’, he purred, ‘you’re so beautiful.’

And then you felt his fingers leaving your heat. You looked up at him, desperate for more and he chuckled slightly before pulling away and instead positioning himself between your legs. He gently lifted your thighs and rested them on his shoulders. His left hand softly caressed your stomach while the other one found its way in between your wet folds again.

‘So wet for me’, he mused, lazily stroking your slit once more, before dipping his head and connecting his tongue with your throbbing core. Your hips jerked up as a wave of pleasure washed over you, but Aemond held you firmly in place, pushing you back down into the mattress.

A pleased grin on his face, he brought his mouth down to your swollen clit, planting a gentle kiss on it first. When he heard the shattered breaths leaving your lips, he started sucking on it until you felt dizzy and continued to moan his name. There was nothing else on your mind at this point. All you could think about was Aemond, he was all-engulfing.

His tongue continued to swirl around your clit as he pushed two digits back inside your throbbing cunt. You whimpered and your whole body jolted at the added pressure. When he flicked his tongue across your most sensitive part, you felt a knot building inside you.

‘Don’t stop’, you whispered, your breathing growing more rapid and you felt the pleasure rise inside you. Aemond’s fingers sped up and as you glanced down, you caught him staring right at you, a hungry shadow covering his eye.

That look sent you right over the edge. It felt like a trail of fire had exploded inside of you and you screamed his name, unravelling around him, as his pace slowed down and he slwoly removed his lips from your folds.

You felt him gently resting your thighs back on the bed and when you opened your eyes, you found him kneeling between your legs, eagerly sucking on the finger that had just been buried inside you. Gods, he had no idea what he was doing to you.

‘So delicious’, he purred and rested his hands next to your head, lowering his head until he could place a kiss on your lips. His tongue immediately invaded your mouth and you could taste yourself on him. The realisation of this had you moaning into his open mouth.

‘Aemond’, you breathed, ‘I need you.’ Your hands were roaming all over his chest. You just couldn’t get enough of your husband.

‘So eager for me’, he chuckled, but gladly obliged your every wish. He lined up his hard cock at your entrance and looked down on you with worry on his face.

‘This might hurt, my love. Just try to relax, I promise you, I will be gentle’, he warned and you nodded, fully trusting him. You felt him slowly lowering himself, his erection disappearing inside you.

You gasped, pain shooting through your body.

‘Ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys’, he praised you, ‘my beautiful wife, you’re doing so well.’ You tried to calm your breathing and the longer Aemond stayed like this, letting you adjust to his size while placing gentle kisses on your neck, the less it hurt. Pleasure took over instead of pain and you slowly lifted your hips, trying to feel more of him.

Picking up on your cues, Aemond slowly pulled back and just as you were about to feel empty, he pushed himself back into your core. Every move he made drew deep moans from you and bit by bit he started quickening the pace, thrusting into you. And the more you moaned, the harder he continued to fuck you, making your whole body quiver beneath him.

‘Gods’, you cried out, ‘you feel so good.’ He slammed his cock even harder into your throbbing cunt. ‘Take me, my love. Make me yours, Aemond’, you begged him, pushing your hips up against his thrusts.

As he pounded you harder and harder, your screams were getting louder, your body twitching with every move he made. Shockwaves were running through your body. And then you felt his thumb back on your swollen clit, circling it hard while he continued to fuck you and claim you as his wife.

You felt the familiar knot forming inside of you and arched your back. ‘Aemond, I’m…’, was all you managed to say before your body jerked and you dissolved into pleasure, a ragged scream escaping your mouth.

‘Fuck’, you heard him cry out, his eye intently staring at you as he brutally pushed himself into you one last time. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as Aemond collapsed on top of you.

Shivers covered your entire body and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room. You wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking his back and playing with his silver hair that was spread out all around you.

‘I love you’, he breathed, still unable to move.

‘I love you, too’, you giggled, your fingers drawing lazy patterns on his back.

You couldn’t say how long you had been lying together like this, but eventually, Aemond found his strength and pushed himself up, placing a loving kiss on your lips, before rolling over and getting out of bed. His absence left you feeling empty and lonely, so you kept your eyes on him, seeing what he would do next.

He walked over to the basin, getting a cloth and then coming straight back to you. You loved that you could just watch him being beside you, clothes or no clothes. He was yours now and you were his.

He sat down next to you, pulling away the sheets. ‘Let me take care of you’, he gave you a loving look, before gently dragging the cloth across your thighs and wet folds, getting rid of any mess you had both created.

When he was satisfied, he lazily tossed away the cloth and climbed back into bed with you, covering you both with the furs to avoid the cold air. He pulled you into his embrace, softly kissing your forehead.

You looked up at him, feeling so loved right now. Your hand made its way to his face, gently stroking his cheek when a yawn escaped your lips.

‘It’s always been you, Aemond. And it will always be you’, you whispered as your eyes slowly closed, your fingers still tracing the scar on his face.

He quietly hummed, resting his head on yours.

‘Sleep now, my queen’, he breathed, kissing your head once more before he drifted off to sleep.

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writing tip:

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 6

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,292

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

You were pacing through the corridor, you had been for the better part of the past hour. Jace watched your every move, a sigh falling from his lips.

‘Y/N, you need to calm yourself’, he walked towards you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

‘The small council is in there along with our family deciding Aemond’s future. They’re deciding my future. I cannot just sit here and do nothing’, you huffed, frustrated at how this situation was handled.

‘That’s exactly what you will do’, Luke gently spoke, leaning against a window opposite the door to the council room. ‘You are not part of the small council, and mother renounced her right to be queen, so you are no longer heir to the throne. You have no right to be in there. So all you can do is sit here and wait for a decision to be made.’

Realising how much this upset you, he averted his gaze and uttered a brief apology. It wasn’t his fault though, you were all just feeling on edge, not knowing what would happen next. You let out another frustrated groan, throwing your head back in agony. A couple of days had passed since the attack on Aegon and your family. The court was in mourning and you had attended Aegon’s funeral earlier that day. A small and private ceremony, unfit for a king really. But after the way the last appearance of your families had been received by the public, it was decided to not involve the crowds again for the time being.

You were busy worrying about what was being discussed behind those closed doors when they suddenly fell open. Both your brothers and you jumped at the unexpected noise and immediately moved closer to it. Aemond stepped through the open door first, his eye instantly finding yours, an expression of disbelief on his face.

‘I am to be crowned king’, he muttered. With a shocked look on your face you ran over to him, enveloping him in a hug, not knowing what to say. You felt his arm coming up to wrap itself around your waist while his other hand covered the back of your head. Thoughts flooded your already busy brain, trying to process what had just happened. Aegon’s firstborn was no longer heir to the throne, Aemond was. A coronation was imminent, which meant you were to be wed soon as well. You would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, ruling at your husband’s side. You might not be the heir anymore, but you would still be queen.

You pulled back slightly, placing a passionate kiss on Aemond’s lips, showing him how proud you were of him. He would be a good king. He had always studied philosophy and history. He was a skilled swordsman. He rode the biggest dragon in the realm. And above all, with you by his side, he would be a fair king, trying to better the realm and protect it against its foes.

Aemond’s fingers dug into the soft fabric of your dress, not wanting to let go. You knew he was nervous, but you were convinced that he was the best choice for the title as king. He slowly pulled away and took a step back to glance at your brothers. This was the moment that he had to start being the bigger man, despite the unfortunate past he shared with your siblings. You knew it would be hard on him but they were the rightful heirs to Driftmark and Dragonstone and would be important allies during his reign.

‘Prince Jacaerys, Prince Lucerys, would you please join me and my betrothed in the council room? Preparations for the coronation and the wedding are to be discussed’, he spoke dutifully, no hint of hatred noticeable in his voice. As you glanced at him, you could still see flashes of bitterness, but he knew better than to outright show them. Once he stepped out of the way, your younger brothers passed him, wary looks on both faces. You took his hand and joined the rest of your families, right by Aemond’s side, where you were meant to be until your last breath.

The faces around the table looked hopeful. It seemed that it was finally time to put aside your differences. Your mother stood at the end of the table, watching you with bright eyes.

‘Prince Aemond’, she nodded at him, ‘my dear daughter, Princess Y/N, I look forward to our future with you as the king and queen of our wonderful realm. It is now that the House of the Dragon truly stands united. We will observe a week of mourning in honour of the late King Aegon II. Ravens are currently being prepared to deliver the message of his passing, as well as extending invitations for them to attend your wedding and Prince Aemond’s coronation ceremony. Both ceremonies shall take place in seven days time. You are to be wed at the Sept and after the ceremony, Aemond will be crowned king with the realm’s lords and ladies in attendance. A feast will be held to celebrate these joyous occasions, while messengers will announce the news to the citizens of King’s Landing. And finally, the evening will conclude with the traditional bedding ceremony.’

‘No’, you heard Aemond next to you, ‘we will not have a bedding ceremony. I refuse to expose the princess to such degrading nonsense. If we are to prove her purity, the sheets shall be presented to the Maesters the next day.’

‘Very well,’ your mother said, lifting her hand to silence the rising protests in the room. It came as no surprise to you that she stood by Aemond’s decision on this matter. You squeezed your betrothed’s hand, grateful that he was still protecting you, just as he had promised when you had arrived in King’s Landing all those weeks ago.

The following week passed in the blink of an eye. The maids were busy sewing a wedding dress for you and you spent most of your time with Queen Alicent preparing the feast while your mother took Aemond under her wing, preparing him for his coronation. Finally, your families felt at peace with each other, working towards one common goal.

In between all the preparations for the ceremonies, Aemond and you managed to sneak away plenty of times. Innocent touches while you shared dinner with your families, quick kisses in corridors as you rushed from one meeting to another, comfortable evenings spent wrapped in each other's arms. You couldn’t remember when you had last felt such peace.

And then the morning of the wedding finally arrived. Today you would become Aemond’s wife. And he would become your king. Your eyes fluttered open when the first rays of sunshine covered your face. You sleepily hummed, burying your head in Aemond’s neck, drawing a chuckle from him.

‘Come here’, he mumbled, sounding equally sleepy, as he rolled over to face you, his arms wrapped around your head to block out the sun. You inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. He would never continue to have this intoxicating effect on you.

Freeing yourself slightly from his embrace, you let your hand wander over his toned chest, fingers tracing over his skin, giving him goosebumps. You softly moved past his neck and then cupped his face with your palm, taking in his features before you reached further up and combed your fingers through his long, silver hair.

‘Mmmh’, a tired hum escaped his mouth, indicating how much he enjoyed your touch. It made you smile how docile he could be when it was just the two of you. Not being able to hold back any longer, you brought your lips over his, gently brushing past them before you planted a loving kiss on them.

‘Good morning my husband, my king’, you smiled and his eyes fluttered open, nothing but love visible on his features.

‘Not quite yet’, he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbing your back, enjoying the closeness.

‘I love mornings with you’, you purred, resting your head against his chest again, not wanting to leave your bed quite yet. He simply hummed in response, pulling you in tighter, seemingly not wanting to get up either.

You didn’t know how long you had stayed in this embrace, when you heard a knock on the door. A maid quietly opened it and entered your chambers.

‘My prince, princess, I apologise for the intrusion but it is time’, she announced while staring at the ground, trying to avoid seeing anything she should not be seeing. You felt Aemond groan beneath you.

‘Thank you, my lady. Would you kindly give us a moment of privacy? Prince Aemond will be ready in a minute’, you sat up, giving the maid a kind look. She bowed and hurriedly left the room, probably happy at the prospect of getting out of this unusual situation.

‘Prince Aemond will most certainly not be ready in a minute’, he complained behind you, his right arm covering his face, blocking out the sunlight. You laughed and lied back down on his chest, your hands resting on his bare shoulders as you pressed a passionate kiss on his lips. His arms instinctively came down to your hips and a moan escaped him when you seductively licked his lips. He brought his head up slightly to kiss you again but you pulled back. He tried to repeat his action and you pulled back further, laughing at his attempts to keep you close.

‘We need to get up, my prince. The servants are waiting and if we do not show up soon, I’m afraid our mothers will storm into these chambers dragging us out of this bed themselves’, you giggled.

‘Fine’, he huffed, ‘but I am only doing this, so I can make you mine today and bring you right back here tonight.’ And with that, he sat up, finding a tunic by the bed and getting dressed. Before he left the chambers, he bent down to you once more, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

‘I will see you at our wedding ceremony, my princess’, he whispered into your mouth, a shiver running down your spine. And with that he was gone.

Deciding that it was time for you to get up as well, you walked to your basin, cleaning your face when another knock startled you.

‘Come in’, you asked, turning around to see who was joining. Instead of the usual maids that you expected, your mother and Queen Alicent came walking through the door, the former holding a white gown in her hand, golden embellishments covering the fabric. A smile formed on your lips when you realised that this was your wedding gown and the two women had come to help you get ready.

A short while later you stood in front of the mirror in your chambers, admiring the wedding dress that was covering your body, the plunging neckline and corset hugging your figure, accentuating your natural curves. Golden outlines of dragons and roses covered the skirts of your gown, the stitchings stretching across your waist and up to your shoulders, adding an elegant twist to the dress. You could not stop smiling at yourself as your mother fixated the last elaborate braids of hair on the back of your head. Plenty of it was still falling freely onto your shoulders, but the back of your head was covered in intricate, interwoven little braids. A thin golden necklace was hanging from your neck. Finally, Alicent stepped up behind you, placing a heavy, turquoise cloak on your shoulders, representing the colours of House Velaryon.

Feeling content with the way you looked, it was finally time for you to leave your chambers. Aemond had already arrived at the Sept earlier in the day, getting prepared for his coronation that was to take place after the wedding. As you stepped through the gates of the Red Keep, walking towards your carriage, your mother laid her hands on your shoulders. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then joined Alicent in their carriage.

You turned around to Daemon, who would share a carriage with you before walking you to the altar in the Sept. A smile spread on his face, when he opened the door for you and offered you his hand.

‘You truly look beautiful, Y/N’, he complimented you. You placed your hand on his as you sat in the carriage, giving it a squeeze.

‘Are you nervous?’, he asked, his thumb circling your palm to calm you down.

You exhaled deeply, ‘no, not at all’, you smiled at him. And it was true. You had prepared all your life to become queen, and even though it did not happen in the way that you had intended, you knew what was expected of you. And you had certainly loved Aemond all your life. You were looking forward to becoming his wife.

Seemingly happy with your answers, Daemon and you spent the rest of your ride in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. And then it was time. When you had arrived at the Sept, Daemon helped you out of the carriage again, and similarly to your mother, left a soft kiss on your forehead before offering you his arm.

The bells started ringing and the doors opened in front of you. You took a deep breath, nodding at Daemon, who gave you an encouraging smile before stepping forward, guiding you on your way to the altar.

As soon as you stepped through the doors, you saw Aemond waiting for you. A loving expression on his face, he couldn’t keep himself from smiling. This image was so far from the arrogant and stern men you had met a few moons ago when you had come to visit King’s Landing with your family. You gave him your biggest smile, noticing how handsome he looked in the black tunic that was covered with similar embellishments as your gown was.

Once you arrived at the altar, Daemon gently lifted the Velaryon cloak from your shoulders and Aemond stepped behind you, taking off his red and black cloak. After he put it over your shoulders, symbolising your marriage to the House Targaryen, his fingers lingered on your skin for just a moment. It was such a simple touch, a gesture to make sure you felt safe and comfortable before he returned to his spot at your side taking your hand in his.

‘We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever’, the septon spoke while binding your hands with a golden ribbon.

‘Let it be known that Princess Y/N of House Velaryon and Prince Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words’, he continued motioning for you to turn and face each other.

A smile spread on your face when Aemond’s gaze met yours. ‘Avy jorrāelan’, he mouthed as you both began to recite your vows. All his little gestures made your heart jump, tears of joy threatening to fall from your eyes, but you bit them back.

‘Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger’, you both recited the gods’ names before you watched Aemond intently as he spoke his vows to you.

‘I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days’, he smiled, giving himself to you.

‘I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days’, you answered softly, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

‘With this kiss, I pledge my love’ Aemond finally said, putting his hands around your waist as he pulled you in, kissing you gently. You grinned and deepened the kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck and your heard cheers filling the Sept.

You turned to face your families and the lords and ladies attending your wedding, both of you beaming with happiness. Aemond’s hand tightly gripped yours and you swore your heart was about to burst from the sheer amount of delight you felt at that moment. Now it was time to fulfil one last duty. With you by his side, your husband was to be crowned king.

As you watched your family walking up the stairs towards the altar, you faced Aemond once more, softly whispering, ‘avy jorrāelan’, returning the kind gesture he had gifted you earlier. With a last gentle smile for him, you left his side, taking a few steps back to join Daemon, Helaena and your siblings as they witnessed the coronation. Behind you, the septon removed your cloak from your shoulders, demonstrating that this ceremony was now about Aemond alone. He then moved forward, joining your husband and nodding at your mother, giving her the sign to begin with the coronation process.

‘It is your fortune and privilege to be here to witness this: a new day for our city, a new day for our realm. A new king to lead us’, she declared and stepped aside. In front of you, the septon turned to face Aemond, watching him as he knelt before him.

‘May the Warrior give him courage. May the Smith lend strength to his sword and shield. May the Father defend him in his need. May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom’, the septon carefully recited, anointing Aemond, whose face continued to look dignified and calm, bearing no uncertainties about his new found position. As the septon stepped back, your mother moved forward to take his place instead.

‘The crown of the Conqueror, passed down through generations. Let the Seven bear witness: Aemond Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne’, your mother announced while placing the crown on Aemond's head. As your mother took a step back. Aemond rose to his feet, turning towards you and the rest of your family. You bowed your head at him, paying your respect to your new king. When he turned around to face the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms, he held out his arm for you. Hesitating briefly, you took his hand and moved forward joining Aemond’s side. Out of the corner of your eye, you say Alicent bearing King Viserys’ crown. The crown your mother had surrendered to Aegon just over a week ago.

‘The crown of Jaehaerys I, passed down through generations. Let it be known that Y/N Targaryen shall be the Queen Consort, ruling at the side of King Aemond I’, Alicent smiled and lifted the crown on your head. You felt tears stinging in your eyes. You had never expected a gesture as kind as this one. Your family had allowed you to continue your grandsire’s legacy, even if you were no longer the heir to the Iron Throne. You felt Aemond’s thumb drawing circles on your hand, once again doing his best to protect you and make you feel safe.

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‘All hail His Grace, Aemond, First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm’, Rhaenyra declared and you watched the crowds chanting before you. A smirk spread on your face and you glanced over at your husband who was smiling alongside you, taking in the scene in front of him, revelling in the fact that they were cheering for him. The future finally looked bright for Aemond Targaryen.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 5

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,240

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

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It had been weeks since Queen Alicent had sent the raven to Dragonstone and you still hadn’t heard anything from your family. You started doubting if this was really the right decision. Maybe they would rather abandon you than renounce the crown. Maybe they were plotting revenge. Either way you were worried that your plan wasn’t going to be fruitful.

You sighed, staring out of the window when Aemond entered his chambers. He usually found you looking out over the city, hoping to spot one of the familiar dragons of your family on the horizon. It broke his heart to see you like this. He took a deep breath before he walked towards you and joined you on the bench by the window. Putting one leg on each side of the bench, he gently grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him. The back of your head was resting against his chest, a distant expression on your eyes. Aemond lifted one of his hands to your face, stroking your cheek in an attempt to comfort you.

‘You should take your mind off this matter. I’m sure we’ll hear from Rhaenyra soon’, he softly spoke, looking down at your sad face.

‘How am I to take my mind off this? I am confined to these chambers and my only hope of getting out is a response from my mother’, you huffed, closing your eyes with exhaustion.

‘Maybe I know something to distract you for a little while’, Aemond mused, placing little kisses on your head. He leaned forward slightly, moving you along with him and dipped his head to reach your neck. His lips were brushing over the sensitive spot under your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. A soft sigh escaped you as you whispered his name. He smiled against your skin and hummed while his tongue kept wandering over your shoulder and back up your neck. His hand found your chin and he gently turned it towards him, giving him enough access to press his lips against yours in the most loving kiss.

When you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss until you let out a soft moan. With a mischievous grin, he invaded your mouth with his tongue. You felt his hand cupping your face, firmly keeping you in place. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pressing you against him and you started feeling the effect this closeness had on him. Excited by this development you bit his lip, drawing a deep groan from him. You gently covered his hand on your waist with yours, interlacing your fingers with his. With a smirk, you slowly guided it from your waist up towards your breast and removed your hand again, leaving him to decide how he wanted to proceed.

His mouth never left yours as your tongues wrestled for dominance and his thumb ran over your breast, your nipple turning hard beneath your dress. You could feel heat rising within you and couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into Aemond’s mouth. Just as his hand was about to find its way under your dress and onto your bare breast, you managed to gather your thoughts and pulled back slightly.

‘Aemond’, you breathed and he hummed in response, proceeding to kiss his way down your jawline. You had trouble forming a straight sentence, but you had to try to pull yourself together.

‘Aemond, we need to stop. Until we have my family’s approval I am not even your betrothed yet. Needless to say we are not wed and I refuse to become your whore’, you tried to sound stern, but it was hard with him all over you.

A frustrated groan fell from Aemond’s lips as he brought his hands back around your waist and pulled his head back slightly. ‘You are right, my love. You deserve better and I would never force myself on you. You are just so beautiful’, he whispered, placing one last gentle kiss on your mouth.

‘I cannot wait to be your wife’, you smiled, moving away slightly to give Aemond some space. ‘You did take my mind off my family for a bit’, you giggled, looking back at him.

‘I would hope that you did not just think about your family’, he shook his head, chuckling softly.

Even though by now you had heard him laugh more and more whenever you were together, it still made your heart jump with joy every single time. Aemond’s laugh quickly became your favourite sound in the world.

That was until you heard a familiar roar. Within seconds you were standing by the window, your eyes staring at the horizon. And then you saw them. The familiar group of dragons, that you had known your entire life. Vermithor was with them and you felt a wide smile spread across your face, as you saw your beloved dragon along with those of your mother, Daemon and your brothers.

‘They’re here, Aemond. I can’t believe it’, you laughed and he joined you by the window. His arm resting on your back.

‘I will need to notify Aegon and mother. We are to meet them at the dragonpit’, he stated, quickly turning around to grab his sword and cloak, getting ready to leave the room.

‘Take me with you’, you urged him.

‘Y/N, you know I can’t. That was the agreement’, he sighed, not wanting to disappoint you.

‘The agreement was that I was to stay here, until we receive a response. This is our response. You can’t expect me to sit here and wait while your family decides my fate. If this goes wrong, this might be my last chance to see them. It may very well end in bloodshed’, you begged, desperate to convince him.

‘Fine’, he exhaled, ‘but you have to promise me to stay by my side at all times. I cannot risk you getting harmed.’ A pleading look covered his face and you nodded. You would have agreed to anything, just to be allowed to see your family again.

You followed Aemond as he walked through the castle with quick steps, commanding guards to retrieve King Aegon and Queen Alicent, informing them both of the arrival of your family. Alicent shot you an angered glance, when she saw you by Aemond’s side, but he silenced her with an equally angry look. Grateful that he stood up for you, you grabbed his hand as you all made your way down to the dragonpit, where you witnessed your brothers dismounting their dragons. Your mother and Daemon were already waiting to greet you and the false king’s family, a bitter expression crossing Daemon’s face.

Vermithor dipped his head at the sight of you and tears of joy shot into your eyes. ‘Nyke missed ao, tolī, ñuha zaldrīzes’, you whispered, ‘I missed you, too, my dragon.’ Then your gaze shifted to meet your mother’s. Despite Aegon and Alicent standing right in front of her, waiting for her words, a shaky breath escaped her lips when she saw you. You looked at her with a weak smile, wanting to embrace her, wanting to say so much, but you knew this wasn’t the moment. She faintly nodded at you, her eyes unable to hide the emotions behind them. You could see relief on her face, joy even, but also deep sadness. And at that moment you knew. She didn’t even have to open her mouth for you to know how this conversation would end. A single tear streamed down your face, knowing what your mother was about to give up for the better of the realm. Knowing she partially also did this to come to your aid. You gave her an encouraging nod before she finally broke eye contact with you.

‘My queen’, Rhaenyra looked at her former childhood friend, ‘my family and I have come to King’s Landing to declare our loyalty to your son, King Aegon II, and to accept your proposal that would unite our noble House once again.’

She exhaled deeply and it broke your heart to see this happening. Then she turned to face Aegon and bent the knee before him. ‘Your grace, I hereby swear my oath as the Princess of Dragonstone to you as our king. I am pleased to announce that my family and the noble House Velaryon are to follow my lead’, she directly looked at him, as she pledged her loyalty to Aegon. You knew that she would have made a fine ruler. The dignity in all of her acts had proven that much.

And despite the hatred on his face, Daemon followed suit kneeling beside his wife. You looked at your brothers, who both shot you a sad glance before following their mother's lead. You all had to pay the price for this. Your mother lost her throne, your brothers lost their standing and Daemon could not protect the legacy of his late brother. And you were no longer heir to the Iron Throne.

A wicked laugh brought you back to reality and you looked up to see it was Aegon laughing at your family that knelt in front of him.

‘The realm’s delight, kneeling before my feet. What a sight to see’, he mocked. You noticed Daemon’s hand reaching for his dagger, but your mother effortlessly extended her arm, keeping him at bay. Aemond’s grip on your hand tightened and you shot him a glance noticing the anger boiling behind his eye. You faintly shook your head, motioning for him to stay calm, even though you had trouble keeping your own feelings hidden.

‘Aegon’, the queen hissed, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her husband was no longer around and she was not ruling anymore.

‘No’, Aegon spat, ‘this isn’t good enough. Guards! Gather the masses. We will have a public declaration.’

‘You will not humiliate your family like this’, Queen Alicent warned.

‘Or what, mother’, Aegon challenged her, a smirk covering his face, ‘I am the king. You cannot force me to do anything, anymore.’

You took a deep breath, trying to not let him get to you and saw your mother shaking your head at you. Despite being brought to her knees by her imbecile half-brother, she still tried to keep the peace and made sure everyone would stay quiet. You hated all of this. You hated your duty and you just wanted to burn Aegon to the ground. Your dragon was right there after all.

Alicent’s voice cut through the tension in the room, motioning for your family to rise as soon as Aegon had walked off. With the dragonpit in ruins, the public declaration could not take place here. A number of knights arrived to escort you and your family back to the Red Keep where the masses were gathered in the yard behind the gates.

As you made your way back to the castle, you heard people whisper. Word started to spread about your mother’s return which caused a great stir among the citizens of King’s Landing. The reactions ranged from delighted cheering to wishing her to be dead. Even if your families were united, the realm surely was not.

You were left to wait in the entrance hall of the Red Keep until the declaration could begin. Grateful to have a few moments of peace and quiet with your family, you let go of Aemond’s hand and made your way over to your mother.

‘Mother’, you simply exhaled, not knowing what to say and she immediately pulled you into her arms. When you parted, Daemon joined you, putting his hand on your shoulder, a defeated look still on his face.

‘I apologise for causing so much sorrow for this family’, you muttered, suddenly ashamed that you were the reason your mother would not be queen.

‘No, you did not cause any of this’, your mother encouraged you, ‘quite the opposite. You saved your brother’s life and you’re giving up your right as heir to the throne, you’re giving yourself to prevent a war. And I applaud you for your selflessness.’ Rhaenyra smiled at you. It didn’t get rid of the guilt in your stomach, but you were glad that your mother supported you in your endeavours.

‘Does he treat you well?’, Daemon asked, shooting a sharp glare at Aemond. It made you chuckle. He had always been protective of you.

‘He does’, you glanced at your betrothed, holding out your arm, hoping he would join. He carried himself with his usual aura of confidence, and if you hadn’t known him so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the hint of fear crossing his face for just a moment.

‘Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon’, he nodded at them, taking your hand in his. Looking at your mother, he added, ‘I am honoured that you have chosen to give me the opportunity to take your daughter as my wife. I vow to treat her well and protect her until my last breath.’

Your mother simply nodded at him, before looking at you, giving you a little smile. Meanwhile Daemon kept staring at Aemond as if he was about to devour him whole, so you decided to excuse yourself and welcome your brothers to King’s Landing.

Aemond’s grip on your hand tightened as you approached Jace and Luke, both their eyes fixated on the tall prince beside you. Luke’s eyes never left Aemond’s sapphire eye, staring at it with fear covering his face. A content hum escaped betrothed’s lips and you decided to ignore it.

‘Jace, Luke, I am so glad to see you’, you breathed, letting go of Aemond’s hand to embrace both your brothers. As soon as you let go they shot another glance at your betrothed.

You took a deep breath, ‘I know relationships between you and Prince Aemond have been strained in the past. But please, this marriage is all about leaving the past behind and standing united. I urge you to do the same.’ You glanced at Aemond, begging him to take the first step. You knew it was unfair to ask this of him, but all you could do was hope that your being by his side had started to heal the wounds of his past.

A look of contempt crossed the prince’s face as he stepped forward. He placed a hand on your back and you were unsure if it was to comfort you or to keep himself calm.

‘Nephews, I am pleased to welcome you to King's Landing. Y/N and I look forward to your attendance at our upcoming wedding’, he announced, showing no emotion in his words.

You let out a relieved sigh. Before any of you could continue your conversations, Aegon entered the room, declaring that the masses were ready to witness Rhaenyra swearing her oath to him.

With confident strides, he walked out onto the platform high above the crowds. As you followed him, Aemond by your side, you noticed the King’s Guard at the bottom of the stairs, separating the masses from the royal families. The people seemed unruly, you witnessed them pushing each other, shouting obscenities about either potential ruler. Aemond had noticed it, too and put his hand around his sword, keeping you close with his other arm.

‘His Grace, Aegon, Second of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm’, Ser Criston Cole announced the arrival of Aegon.

The crowds started pushing more, people cheering Aegon’s name, but you also heard gross insults stemming from the mass of people below your feet.

‘We have gathered to receive Princess Rhaenyra’s oath to the crown. The princess will speak for her family as well as for the House Velaryon’, Aegon declared, a smug smirk on his lips. You wished you could wipe it right off his nasty little face.

Your mother stepped forward, and turned towards Aegon who was standing next to her. As the crowds looked upon her, calls of her name erupted and you noticed the first fights break out in the mass of people that had gathered at the Red Keep. Fists were flying and people were pushing towards the King’s Guard.

A dignified smile covered your mother’s face when she lifted her father’s crown off her head and knelt before Aegon, offering it to him and pledging her loyalty once again. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Daemon and your brothers bending their knees, as well, proving their loyalty. In hindsight, this was probably what made the crowds go wild. Aegon could not utter another word to further humiliate your family, before the first people broke through the row of knights at the bottom of the steps. Swords drawn, they sprinted up the stairs. You felt Aemond draw his sword, pushing you behind him and retreating towards the entrance to the castle. Daemon jumped to his feet, sword already in his hand and running towards your mother. That’s when you noticed an object flying towards the king.

‘Aemond’, you shouted his name, pointing at his brother, but it was too late. All you saw was Aegon falling to his knees, an arrow sticking out of his chest. You heard the queen scream in pain as Ser Criston dragged her towards the Red Keep. Aemond let out a shocked gasp, watching his brother fall forward. Blood started to pool around him. But Aemond pulled himself together quickly when the first men run towards you, swords drawn. He pushed you closer to the doors, running behind you, his sword still in his hand, ready to defend you with his life.

A few moments later, you gathered inside the Red Keep, a knight of the King’s Guard carrying Aegon’s body and both crowns inside. Alicent dropped to her knees next to you, desperate cries escaping her mouth. You just stared at the lifeless body in disbelief, not understanding what had happened. Outside the doors, all you heard was screams and the sounds of metal clinking.

You turned towards Aemond, who was just staring at his brother, his sword still hanging by his side. His face told a tale of shock and confusion. You knew they had never had a good relationship, but to see your sibling die, you didn’t want to imagine that. You gently placed your hand on his arm, not knowing what else to do to comfort him. He swallowed, exhaling deeply as if to pull himself together. Sheathing his sword, he walked towards the queen, lifting her to her feet, and pulling her into a loving embrace. His eyes were closed as he comforted his mother.

At a distance, you noticed your family all standing together, looking at each other. Nobody understood what had just happened. All you knew was that your mother had renounced her title and that the king was dead. Realisation began to settle in for you, that this left the question of succession.

You glanced over at Aemond, still holding his mother. He had been second in line after King Viserys’ passing. But Aegon had children, sons even. They were but babes though, giving the small council the opportunity to agree on a suitable heir to the throne.

Turning back around, you saw your mother staring at you, the same look covering her face, as her gaze shifted between you and Aemond.

Your betrothed might be the next king, and you would be his bride.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 4

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,501

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

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The flight to King’s Landing was smooth. Aemond made sure to fly high enough so you were above the storm, the cold air burning on your skin. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were glad about Aemond’s presence, heat seemingly radiating from him to comfort your freezing body.

Aemond effortlessly jumped off Vhagar as soon as you had landed at the Dragonpit. Everything around you felt so familiar, yet so foreign. The ruins of the arena that once lied upon the Dragonpit made your surroundings seem even more dreary. Aemond held up his arms, encouraging you to come down. You sighed and elegantly slid off the dragon’s back.

Aemond lifted his eyebrows at you, letting his arms drop to his sides.

‘You forgot I am a dragonrider myself’, you tell him, staring him dead in the eye. Anger still boiled inside you, making you feel conflicted any time you caught a glimpse of the prince in front of you. For once, his aura lacked the usual arrogance. He looked almost vulnerable as he stood there, pain lacing his eye.

‘I am sorry for how things went down at Storm’s End’, he finally muttered. You decided then and there that you couldn’t take it anymore. You knew that Aemond had a difficult upbringing and you truly felt sorry for everything he had to endure. You hated that Luke took his eye, adding to all the misery in his life. But Aemond had just tried to mutilate your brother and you couldn’t simply ignore that.

‘You are sorry?’, you huffed, ‘well, how about you make up for your actions then and let me go home?’

‘You know I can’t do that’, he avoided the angry look on your face, staring at the ground, sounding unusually small when he spoke.

‘Why not? Nobody has seen me yet. You can simply claim that your mission was successful. I will find my way back to Dragonstone without your help’, you urged him, moving closer to him.

‘I don’t want you to go’, Aemond admitted, still refusing to look at you.

You let out a deep sigh, recognising the same conflicted feelings in his voice that you were pushing down yourself. ‘So you’re holding me prisoner?’, you asked, not wanting to back down yet. All you ever wanted was to be by his side, but not under these circumstances.

‘No. I would never do that to you’, he sighed, finally looking up at you, ‘I was thinking about your mother’s proposal, to unite our families.’ The expression on his eyes was pleading, any mask of arrogance and hatred gone. This was a man begging you not to leave him.

‘Marriage. Is this why you brought me here? Aemond, your brother is a usurper. I don’t think uniting the families is an option anymore’, you suddenly felt really tired, not thinking that this conversation would go anywhere.

‘The war hasn’t begun yet. Neither side has taken action so far’, he tried to reason with you.

‘And what of your offer to wed one of Lord Borros’ daughters in return for his support?’, you asked, still not believing that this is what he really wanted.

‘Support that we only need if a war was to begin’, Aemond stated, stepping closer and resting his hands on your upper arms. You hated the way your body reacted to this, wanting to melt into his arms.

‘I don’t think your brother is interested in keeping the peace. He is already king. It’s in his best interest to murder my family and me’, now it was you looking at the ground, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘I would never let him harm you’, Aemond reassured you, his hands gently caressing your arms, giving you goosebumps, ‘Aegon hasn’t got the faintest interest in politics. My mother, however, is interested in keeping the peace. I am sure that she would endorse such a union between our families, given the right circumstances.’

‘The circumstances being my mother renouncing the crown’, you muttered. Aemonds silence spoke more than words could have ever done. ‘She would agree with your mother, you know. Before I left for Storm’s End, mother was considering Lord Hightower’s offer, just to avoid a war and keep the realm at peace’, you looked back up at Aemond and saw a shimmer of hope on his face.

‘Then let me take you to the Red Keep’, he pleaded, ‘I do not know how my family will react. But I promise that I will keep you safe. Nothing will happen to you on my watch.’ And with that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on your head as you gave in and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were scared of what was about to happen, but being in Aemond’s arms was all that you needed for the moment.

After you had finally let go of each other, both of you made your way to the Red Keep, whispers following you wherever you went. You knew that you were considered an outsider here now. The line of succession had changed and your standing was no longer what it once used to be. Aemond sent the guards to request an audience with Aegon and Alicent and you swallowed hard, nervous at the prospect of this turning sour.

You didn’t know that Aemond was watching you until you suddenly felt his hand gripping yours. You looked up at him and a gentle smile spread on his lips. This might have just been the first genuine smile on his face that you had seen since you were children. Giving you a slight nod, he encouraged you to keep walking with him, never letting go of your hand.

‘Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Y/N Velaryon’, the guard announced while you entered the throne room.

Aegon was sitting on the throne, a crown on his head and a pleased smirk on his face when he leaned forward, curious about the story his brother had to tell. Alicent stood beside him with a blank expression, as she kept looking at you.

Once you had reached the end of the throne room, Aemond let go of your hand, bowing before his brother, ‘Your grace, brother, I come bearing good news. Lord Borros Baratheon has agreed to our offer. He supports your claim to the throne.’

‘And you come bearing a gift’, Aegon nodded towards you. Hatred started boiling inside you, as you rigidly bowed before him.

‘Ah yes’, Aemond moved back to stand by your side, ‘Princess Y/N and her brother Lucerys arrived at Storm’s End after I had notified Lord Baratheon of our proposal. They intended to do the same, but Lord Borros had already picked his side and sent them away. I could not hold them all hostage, Lucerys and both their dragons managed to flee. But I did get a hold of the princess and decided to bring her with me.’

You could not believe how effortlessly he lied. You knew the plan was to discuss the marriage proposal with his mother first or take it straight to the war council, but hearing these words fall from his lips was painful nonetheless.

‘Great choice, brother’, Aegon laughed, jumping up from his throne. ‘I’ve grown tired of Helaena lately, she has finally lost all touch with reality. Maybe it is time for me to take a second wife’, he smiled sickly at you while coming closer. Just as he was about to reach out and grab your chin, you felt Aemond gently pulling you behind him. He pushed himself between you and his brother, a menacing glow covering on his face.

‘Don’t you dare touch her’, he growled, looking down at his older brother. Your heart was racing, this was not the turn of events you had expected. You were worried about getting murdered, not becoming the false king’s whore.

‘Gods, you have feelings for her, don’t you?’, Aegon grinned at the tall prince before him, ‘You didn’t think you’d ever have a chance with her, did you?’

You felt Aemond’s body tense up at this and placed a hand on his lower back, letting him know you were right beside him. ‘You have sullied enough women in this damn place. I will not let you have her, too’, he hissed.

‘Do you see that mother?’, Aegon turned around to face Queen Alicent. ‘Your crippled son is in love! He loves our enemy’, he continued to laugh.

That’s when Aemond snapped. Within seconds he had jumped his brother from behind, pushing him to the ground while his fist collided with Aegon’s face. Just as he was about to swing again, his brother managed to free one of his arms, pulling Aemond down harshly towards the ground, landing a blow on his younger brother’s chin.

The queen was screaming at them to stop and you took a step forward, wanting to do something about the situation, but the guards were quicker than you. They broke up the brothers, keeping a strong grip on Aemond until the queen told them to let him go and asked her son to leave her and Aegon alone. She decided to delay the matter of deciding what to do and it was to be discussed in the war council later that day.

Aemond broke free from the guards, straightening his cloak, before he walked up to you. Putting a hand on your back, he guided you through the corridors of the Red Keep, two guards following you the whole time. You knew the paths he was taking so when Aemond opened the doors and told the guards to stay outside, you were not surprised to find yourself in his chambers.

You immediately turned to face him, making sure he was okay after the fight with his brother. But before you could say anything, he silenced you.

‘I know you won’t like what I am about to say, but please let me speak first’, he requested while walking closer to you. You felt your heart drop, but nodded quietly, wanting to give him a chance at least.

‘You’re well aware that these are my chambers. I have two guards posted outside the doors. You are to stay here while I attend the war council. You will not be allowed to leave this room until an agreement has been reached on how to treat this situation’, he explained to you and stopped right in front of you. He didn’t try to hug or touch you and you were grateful for the respect he was showing you.

‘So I am your prisoner after all’, you exhaled, staring at your feet.

‘No. Y/N, please look at me’, he gently placed his fingers below your chin, forcing you to look at him, ‘I am not doing this to lock you up. I want to keep you safe. After what my brother just said, I can’t have you roam this castle until I know for certain that he can’t have you. I just want to protect you.’ He rested his other hand on your hip, keeping you close.

You couldn’t take it any more, as soon as he stopped talking, you leaned into him, crashing your lips against his in a passionate kiss. You poured all your emotions into it. All the anger you had been feeling, all your love for this man that infuriated you so much. You just needed to feel him. You needed to know that he was yours and you needed him to know that you were his. You brought both your hands up to his face, keeping him in place while you slightly opened your mouth. His tongue slipped through your lips right away and your breathing grew quicker as you let out a relieved gasp. You continued to stand on your toes, leaning your forehead against his, not wanting to break the closeness.

‘I did not expect this’, he admits, chuckling lightly. There it was again, that sound that made your stomach twist in the best way possible. ‘What did I do to deserve this?’, he asked, opening his eyes. The reflections of the light on the sapphire almost took your breath away.

‘Oh Aemond’, you laughed, pulling back slightly so you could get a better look of his face, ‘it’s always been you. I hate that you make me angry, you make me feel confused. I want to defend my family. But I also want you. I’ve always wanted you. And I just couldn’t take it any longer. I had to show you how I felt about you.’ You looked into his eye, worried that you would scare him away.

‘After everything I have done. And you still desire me’, he sounded astonished, almost scared that you would suddenly deny him.

‘I could never hate you, my dear Aemond’, you admitted, ‘I will always protect my family with everything I have. But I’ve come to realise that I just can’t hate you, as frustrating as that can be.’ You shook your head in disbelief, while smiling at him.

‘Oh Y/N, I don’t deserve you’, he exhaled, a flicker of sadness was visible in his eye. ‘My brother is right, I am nothing but a cripple. You are so beautiful, you should find someone that is worthy of your love’, he averted your gaze, turning his head away, so you couldn’t see his eye anymore.

You realised that he had finally fully opened up to you. He was sharing his insecurities with you and with every passing minute he became more like that kind boy you fell in love with so many years ago. A sad smile spread on your lips, understanding how much he had been suffering all those years.

Careful not to scare him away, you reached up to his face, gently caressing the scar that stretched across it. He flinched under your touch and you felt bad. ‘Does it hurt?’, you asked, wanting to make sure that you didn’t cause him any pain. He faintly shook his head, refusing to look at you.

When you had the certainty you needed, that you would not hurt him, you brought your hand back down to his face, your thumb running over his scar until you reached his sapphire eye. You kept your finger right below it for a moment, marvelling at how it reflected the light from the candles that lit up the room. Then slowly, you moved your fingers away and stood back on your toes, placing a small kiss on Aemond’s scar, right below his eye. You felt him inhale sharply, but you refused to pull back.

‘You’re so beautiful, Aemond. I refuse to believe anything else’, you whispered, staying close to him. He slowly turned his head back to you, so he could look into your eyes. His face was soft, a faint smile on his lips as he stared at you with a sad eye. You brought your hands back up to cup his cheek and placed another soft kiss on his mouth. ‘I will always desire you’, you breathed.

Before he could react, showing you how grateful he was to have you in his arms, a knock on the door interrupted you. With an apologetic look on his face, he pulled back, telling the person to come in.

It was a guard, announcing that the war council was about to begin and Aemond was expected to join. He turned back to you, bringing your hands to his lips and pressing a kiss on them.

‘It’s time for me to share our proposal, my love. I will come back to you as soon as I can’, he promised and walked towards the door.

Before he could exit his chambers, the guard spoke up again, ‘My prince, I don’t mean to impose but in the past you have refused to attend council meetings without covering your eye. I do not wish for…’ Aemond lifted his finger, motioning for him to be quiet.

‘No. No more’, he simply responded and waved his hand, motioning for the guard to walk towards the door. Before leaving the room, he looked back at you once more, a loving smile covering his face.

And with that you were alone. You inhaled deeply, trying to process everything that had happened today. Staring through the window at the lights of the city, memories flooded your brain. Memories of a distant childhood here at the Keep. So much had happened since then. You wondered what your family was doing right now. Were they plotting their revenge? You hoped that the Green council would reach an agreement, before your family decided to act.

You couldn’t tell how long you had been sitting by the window. It must have been late at night when the door suddenly opened and Aemond appeared. You jumped up from your seat immediately and were about to run to him when Alicent entered the room.

Aemond stayed besides the door, giving his mother space, but keeping an eye on you nevertheless.

‘My queen’, you said, politely bowing before her.

‘Princess Y/N, I’m pleased to say that Aemond has brought a rather intriguing proposal to our council meeting tonight. A marriage to unite your family and ours once more, an offer that could prevent the realm from descending into war. I have decided to accept your proposal under certain conditions’, she calmly spoke.

‘What are your conditions, your grace?’, you asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.

‘The House of the Dragon can only stand united with one ruler. Your mother must renounce the crown and swear her loyalty to my son, King Aegon. I have come to inform you that a raven is to be sent to Dragonstone informing Princess Rhaenyra of your current location at the Red Keep and of the marriage proposal between you and Aemond’, the queen continued and you nodded.

‘I cannot speak for my mother, but I am pleased to hear that you are considering our proposal. Please, may I ask for some words from me to be included in the message to my mother?’, you wanted to make sure that your mother knew that you were willingly giving yourself to Aemond.

When the queen nodded, you continued, ‘I want her to know that I am ready to repair the rift that has separated our two families and protect the realm from the dire consequences of this conflict. Please do use those exact terms, if you can.’ This was what you had told your mother when she first proposed this marriage and you hoped that she would understand this message coming from you.

‘Very well’, Queen Alicent agreed, ‘I will prepare the message right away. Until we receive a response, you are to stay in these chambers. I am sure Aemond has informed you that this is for your own safety.’

‘Yes, your grace’, you nodded, shooting Aemond a quick glance. Having discussed everything that was needed, the queen excused herself and retired to her chambers for the night.

After he closed the door behind her, Aemond made his way over to you, pulling you into his embrace.

‘You did so well’, he murmured, his head buried in your hair.

‘Mmmh’, you simply hummed, suddenly feeling very tired. A yawn escaped your mouth as you rested your head against Aemond’s chest.

‘You need to sleep’, he noted. Taking your hand in his, he guided you towards his bed.

‘I apologise for not being able to offer you your own chambers. It is merely that I do not trust the guards now that Aegon is king. He has every right to send them away, if he wishes to be with you’, sadness crossed his eye, he felt bad for not being able to do better for you.

You gave him an encouraging smile. ‘I understand, Aemond. It’s been an eventful day, we should rest’, you said, sitting down on the prince’s bed, still holding his hand.

‘I will give you some privacy’, he muttered, flustered at the sight of you in his bed. He tried to walk away, but you tightened your grip on his hand.

‘Please stay’, you whispered, looking up at him.

‘I don’t want to make you uncomfortable’, he breathed, a worried expression visible on his face. You simply pulled him towards the bed as you slipped under the sheets and made some room for him.

You watched Aemond kick off his heavy boots before he climbed into bed with you. Just when he wanted to open his mouth again, voicing yet more of his concerns, you moved closer to him and rested your head on his chest, your arm wrapped around his hip.

A content sigh escaped your lips as you felt his arms slowly embracing you and pulling you into him even more.

‘I could get used to this’, you hummed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, barely noticing Aemond brushing his fingers through your hair anymore.

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON #1.10 | The Black Queen #1.08 | The Lord of the Ties

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Hey!! Your In the Eye of the Storm series has me on the edge of my seat. So well thought out and written. I would love to be added to the tag list please 😊

Hi my loves,

I got this message after uploading Chapter 3 of In the Eye of the Strom and I just wanted to say thank you real quick.

Firstly, @manicspace, of course I'll add you to the taglist!

Secondly, a big thank you to everyone who's been reading the story so far. I see all your comments, tags and messages and I'm doing my best to respond to everyone. This is my first time uploading a fanfiction that I wrote and also my first time writing more than a simple oneshot, so seeing all the love that In the Eye of the Storm is getting just makes me so happy. I'm excited that you all like it so much!

Finally, I've finished writing the story and I'm editing it now bit by bit. I'll aim to upload a new chapter every day around 6pm CET. There'll be 7 chapters in total and I can't wait to share.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,145

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

The past weeks at Dragonstone had been hard on you. You found yourself thinking about Aemond on a daily basis and missed him more with each passing day. But you could not tell that to your family when the visit to King’s Landing had left such a bitter taste in their mouths.

You spent your morning in the great room watching your brothers study High Valyrian and minding your own business when Ser Lorent arrived, announcing that Rhaenys had requested an audience. Your mother proceeded to send out your brothers but asked you to stay. She knew the king’s end was nigh, so she had started involving you more and more in official matters as you were the upcoming heir to the throne.

Your mother was hopeful for good news from the princess, but all that was squashed when Rhaenys opened her mouth.

‘Viserys is dead’, she spoke and your heart sank, ‘I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father possessed a kind heart.’

You looked around, both Daemon and your mother were in utter shock, trying to process what they had just learned. You stepped towards your mother, resting your hands on her arms to support and console her.

‘There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor’, Rhaenys continued and your mother flinched, seemingly in disbelief and pain.

‘How did Viserys die?’, Daemon asked, joining both you and your mother.

Your vision got blurry as you kept holding onto your mother, unsure if it was to support her or yourself. You intently listened, finding out what had happened in King’s Landing, Daemon assuming that his brother had been slain. Just as Rhaenys warned you that the Greens were coming, your mother flinched again. After she bent over, her hand was covered in blood. The babe was coming and it was way too early.

You told the guards to alert the midwives as you clung on to your mother, taking her to her chambers. Your thoughts were racing, trying to process everything that had happened. Your grandsire was dead, murdered potentially. Your mother’s crown was stolen and you suddenly found yourself in a war, opposite of the man you cared for so deeply. And now your mother had gone into labour, way too early, most likely due to stress and uncertainty caused by this situation.

Your mother was shouting in pain, asking to be left alone, so you did the only thing you could do. You kept the midwives at bay, but still nearby in case your mother redecided her choices. Then you called for Jace and Luke, not wanting to leave your dear mother alone in this situation. When they arrived, you let them know about the circumstances. The king had passed, and Aegon was unrightfully crowned king. You knew Daemon would already be plotting revenge, but your mother was the queen now. And he was not to act without her consent. They took in the information and acted mature beyond their ages when they walked away taking care of the situation, just as you asked.

By the time you came back into your mother’s chambers, the birth was already done. But it was no joyous occasion. You found your mother sitting on the floor, cradling the tiny babe in her hands. Lifeless. Tears welled up in your eyes and you joined her, wrapping your arms around her, grieving this loss right by her side.

How the rest of the day passed, you didn’t know. You felt numb the entire time. From dragging your mother off that cursed floor to burning the remains of your newborn sibling. Everything felt out of place and you didn’t know how to go back to reality. You couldn’t remember how long you had cried that night, but when you got up in the morning, you put on a black dress and cloak and took a deep breath. It was time to leave the past behind you. Your grandfather was gone, so was your sibling. Aemond was unreachable and you knew you would be fighting him sooner or later. So the time for sentimentalities had passed.

You walked behind your mother every time as she entered the war room for various council meetings, refusing to leave her side. She handled the situation with the dignity of a true queen, but you needed her to know that she could always count on your support.

Lord Corlys had just arrived, declaring his loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra and offering a plan to conquer King’s Landing.

‘If we are to have enough swords to surround King's Landing, we must first secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End’, your mother announced and Lord Celtigar offered to prepare the ravens.

Jace shook his head. ‘We should bear those messages. Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing. Send us’, he stated. Lord Velaryon agreed, which seemed to convince your hesitant mother.

‘Very well. Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eyrie to see my mother's cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North’, your mother declared before facing you and continuing, ‘Prince Lucerys will accompany you. You will fly south to Storm's End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon. I expect him to already have received a proposal from Aegon. Lord Baratheon is easily swayed, so we need to show strength. We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And the cost of breaking them.’

‘Yes, my queen’, you nodded to your brother, motioning for him to follow you as you left the room to prepare for your journey to Storm's End. Before leaving, your mother met you outside to hand you the message to Lord Baratheon. She made both of you swear to not act as warriors and asked you to keep an eye on your younger brother, should things not go according to plan. Bidding her and Jace farewell, you mounted your dragons and started making your way south.

It was a short flight, but the imminent storm made it harsh. It had not quite started to rain yet, but it was extremely windy, making flying difficult. You tried your best to shield Luke and Arrax from the worst of it, being a more experienced rider with a much bigger dragon. As you were about to land, a roar cut through the noise of the storm and when you broke through the clouds you immediately spotted Vhagar. Suddenly, your stomach twisted. Aemond was here. Not only had he made his proposal to Lord Baratheon before you could, but you would have to face him again. Not as a friend, but as his newfound enemy. Your face turned towards Luke once you had landed, trying to hide the panic that was rising within you. Aemond would not be pleased seeing him. But you had promised your mother to keep him safe and that’s exactly what you intended to do.

Both of you dismounted your dragons and made your way up to the guards requesting an audience with Lord Borros Baratheon.

‘Prince Lucerys and Princess Y/N Velaryon. Son and daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’, the knight announced when you entered the throne room.

You immediately saw him. His face turned towards you as soon as he heard your name. A sad look crossed his eye for a moment, before he regained his composure. You could not take your eyes of him and neither could he. Fighting the urge to run to him, you finally faced Lord Baratheon.

‘Lord Borros, we brought you a message from our mother, the queen’, you tried to sound confident. Luke handed the message to a guard while Lord Baratheon mocked you from his throne before reading what your mother had to say.

‘Remind me of my father's oath. King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact’, he laughed. Your head turned to face Aemond as soon as you heard the word ‘marriage’. You couldn’t believe it. Just weeks ago you thought you would be the one to wed him. He averted his gaze, eyes fixated on the ground in front of him. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice, but you recognised that look of shame and regret on his face. He desperately tried to ignore you.

‘If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed, boy?’, Lord Baratheon continued, directly addressing Luke this time.

‘My lord, I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed’, Lucerys responded, trying not to let his fear show.

‘So you come with empty hands. Go home, then. 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’, he spat at you.

Luke’s eyes were wide, so you spoke up for him, ‘We shall take your answer to the queen, my lord.’ You put your hand on your brother’s shoulder and turned around, trying to leave the castle as fast as possible.

‘Wait’, Aemond shouted behind you and you both turned around, ‘my Lord Strong. Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?’

Luke stepped forward and you kept a close eye on him when he announced that he would not fight Aemond. The situation was tense, but you still had hope that you and your brother could just leave this godforsaken place.

‘A fight would be little challenge. No, I want you to put out your eye’, you watched Aemond intently as he pulled his eyepatch off his face, revealing the full extent of his scar to you for the first time. A gasp got stuck in your throat. You noticed the bright sapphire where his eye once was. Under different circumstances, you would have marvelled at the beauty of the deep blue gemstone, but right now, he looked menacing.

‘As payment for mine. One will serve. I would not blind you. I plan to make a gift of it to my mother’, Aemond continued, throwing his dagger at your brother, still ignoring your presence. You briefly worried that Luke would actually respond to his uncle’s threats, but he continued to act confidently and maturely, simply denying Aemond’s wishes.

‘Then you are craven as well as a traitor’, you could tell that the prince was losing his patience with your brother. Lord Baratheon tried to intervene, but Aemond was already running towards Luke, yelling that he would take his eye then. Without hesitation, you pushed your brother behind you, pulling out your sword and standing protectively in front of him. This made Aemond stop. A flash of worry crossed his eye and broke up his hateful attitude. But before a fight could erupt, Lord Baratheon called for his guards to take you away. You sheathed your sword, taking one last look at the silver-haired prince in front of you, not knowing if you felt angry at him or hurt that you had to leave him behind.

You knew this wasn’t over. Luke had barely made it to his dragon, when Aemond stormed out of the castle, running towards him, his dagger still in his hand. But he hadn’t thought about you. Before he could even get close to your brother, you cut him off. Swiftly blocking his way, his face just inches from yours as you held your dagger against his throat.

‘Don’t do this’, he growled at you, breathing heavily, his body shaking with anger. Rain was falling heavily around you, Aemond hair started clinging to his face and all you wanted was to reach out and fix it. You wanted to hold him again. But you knew that this was a life or death situation.

‘Luke, get on your dragon’, you shouted, without turning around, ‘You need to leave.’

You knew he was about to protest, but Aemond moved forward, trying to make his way around you, so he could get to your brother. You pushed yourself against him using your bodyweight, attempting to keep him in place. Your dagger was digging into his neck now, drawing first blood.

‘I don’t want to hurt you’, he murmured before facing your brother again, yelling, ‘I just want your little bastard brother. I’m going to take his eye! Give him what he deserves!’

‘You will do no such thing,’ you shouted back at him. That was the moment that Aemond had enough. With one swift move he pulled back, ducking under your arm when you swung your dagger at him. He was much quicker than you and before you could even realise it, he was behind you, grabbing your wrist that was still holding the dagger and firmly forcing it up to your throat.

‘No’, Luke screamed, starting to dismount Arrax.

‘You will stay where you are’, you looked up at him, throwing your body around, trying to get out of Aemond’s grip. But he was stronger than you, and unlike a few weeks ago at the Red Keep, this had nothing to do with a bit of harmless fun.

Aemond bent down, whispering in your ear, ‘and how exactly are you planning to keep me away from your brother?’

‘You are still engaged in a fight with me, are you not?’, you growled at him, still trying to free yourself.

‘Ah yes. But what could you give me that I want? It is not your pretty eye that I desire’, he mused. He was enjoying this and you couldn’t believe his words. You realised that the kind young boy you once loved so much, might be gone after all.

‘Me. I give myself to you’, you groaned, ‘not an eye as a gift for your mother. But a whole Targaryen.’ It was a desperate attempt to save your brother. He would be lost if you could not make this work.

You felt his grip loosen slightly and his body soften behind you. He had not expected that. This was your moment.

You looked up at your dragon and shouted at him, ‘Sōvegon, Vermithor. Istia mīsagon Arrax. Dohaeragon Luke. Jikagon, sir’, telling him to protect Arrax and Luke and leave you behind. A deep, painful roar filled the air. Your dragon visibly disagreed with you. You were worried that he wouldn’t listen, but then he spread his wings and you watched him lift off. You vaguely heard your brother screaming as Arrax followed Vermithor’s lead, leaving you and Aemond alone in the courtyard.

‘No!’, Aemond shouted, finally letting go of you, ‘what have you done?’

You pushed yourself away from him and turned around, your dagger still in your hand, not knowing what to expect. Aemond’s breathing was heavy and rapid. He was filled with fury that Vhagar seemed to share, as her roar cut through the air around you.

‘I saved my brother. I will not let you mutilate him’, you told him. Aemond let out a guttural scream, clearly angered by your actions. Like a wild animal, he darted towards you, his hand wrapping itself around your throat. Fear rose within you, but you noticed that he twitched. He couldn’t do it. He simply couldn’t harm you. So he just kept you in place, his face coming down to yours. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

‘If you were anyone else, I would kill you right now’, he hissed. Not knowing what to say, you just continued to stare up at his face. You had never felt that many emotions in a single moment before. Anger was flooding you, but as you continued to look into his violet eye, being so close to him, you felt grief inside you. You wanted the man he used to be and you were grieving what could have been between you two.

With another frustrated groan, he let go of you, moving backwards a few steps. You watched him pace for a while as he tried to calm himself.

‘Come with me’, he eventually announced, walking off to where you could see Vhagar waiting for him. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. You wouldn’t be returning home today. You were the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and you willingly agreed to join those whose interest most likely was to murder you. All you could hope for was that Aemond still had some amicable feelings left for you and would protect you.

You kept your distance to the prince as you watched him approach his dragon. He was about to mount Vhagar when he turned around to you, his face back to its usual cold demeanour. You couldn’t help but to stare at that sapphire again and did your best to shove down the urge to touch his cheek.

‘Let me help you’, Aemond said, his voice sounding drained, and he reached out to you. But you couldn’t face the prospect of touching him, so you simply passed him, gently resting your hand on Vhagar to make sure that she would agree to your presence. When she didn’t react, you proceeded to climb up the dragon’s rump until you were seated on her back. It didn’t take much longer for Aemond to join you. The saddles on dragons were rather large, but usually not meant for two people. You could feel his chest pressing up against your back as he got seated. You blushed slightly at the sudden closeness and were grateful that Aemond could not see your face when he reached forward. His arms were at both your sides while he grabbed the ropes that helped him guide Vhagar. You instinctively held on to the saddle, not quite used to sharing a dragon with another person.

‘Are you ready?’, Aemond asked quietly, making sure you were safely in place, before he gave Vhagar the command to fly. You simply nodded your head and within seconds, the dragon below you spread her wings and you rapidly rose up towards the sky. Despite trying to hold onto the saddle, you felt yourself falling backwards directly sinking into Aemond’s embrace. A slight chuckle erupted behind you and you felt your heart jump at the sound. You hated yourself for having these feelings for Aemond despite what had just happened.

Your mother was right, he was vengeful. He was also unpredictable and erratic. But despite all his flaws, he had never harmed you and you wanted to believe that he could overcome his difficult past. It was frustrating, really, because you wanted to hate him for how he treated your family. You just couldn’t get yourself to do so. And now you had to live with the consequences of your feelings and actions.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,845

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

A/N: Sorry if you're seeing this again. Tags didn't work and I've been trying to fix it.

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

‘Thank you. That will be all’, you told the maid after she had finished lacing up the back of your dress. The lady nods and silently retreats from your chambers. You scanned yourself in the mirror, feeling content with the way your silver gown looked on your body. The bare shoulders and long flowy sleeves added an elegant touch to the otherwise rather simple dress. Your long hair was flowing freely down your shoulders, only two intricate braids wrapping their way from your face to the back of your head. You reached down to pick up the delicate necklace you intended to wear tonight when you heard a knock on your door.

‘Come in’, you turned around to see who your visitor was and saw your mother stepping into the room.

‘Good evening, Y/N’, she smiled at you.

‘Mother, to what do I owe the pleasure?’, you bowed slightly, watching her come closer to where you were standing.

‘Tell me, are you enjoying your time in King’s Landing?’, Rhaenyra looked around your room, taking a glance at the book you had abandoned by the fireplace earlier this afternoon.

‘Yes mother. It feels good to be home’, you replied and a weak smile spread on the older woman’s face. You knew that your mother had always loved King’s Landing and had only left to keep the peace within the family.

‘You have been spending time with Aemond, I hear’, she stated, now directly looking at you for the first time since entering your chambers. Your mother was good at hiding her emotions and you struggled to read her. She did seem rather calm though, so you decided to be honest with her.

‘I have. It has been a great pleasure seeing him again after so many years’, you answered, keeping your eyes on every move your mother made.

She closed the gap between you too, gently grabbing the necklace from your palms and motioning for you to face the mirror. You lifted your hair out of the way and Rhaenyra found her place behind you, helping you with the necklace.

‘You’ve grown to be so beautiful’, she said, putting her hands on your upper arms, smiling proudly. Her eyes met yours in the mirror and she spoke up again.

‘Please be careful around him. He has grown vengeful after losing his eye. That is why it burdens me to ask you for what I am about to say’, your mother sighed deeply and you felt fear rising in you. What could be so horrible for her to feel so bad.

‘Your grandfather, the king, is dying and we are not united as one. I know Otto Hightower is conspiring against me and wants to crown Aegon in my stead. An alliance between the two families could save the House of the Dragon. It could end a war for succession before it has even started. This proposal has not been presented to King Viserys and Queen Alicent yet, so I am not asking you to consider a marriage with Prince Aemond at this moment. But you will keep him company during dinner tonight. Show the good will of our family to forget about the past and look into the future together as one family and one House.’

You could see the guilt in your mother’s eyes while speaking. After all, she had gone through an arranged marriage herself and it did not exactly end well. And you would lie if you said that the idea of getting married didn’t scare you. But this was Aemond, your childhood friend and companion. You knew he was still hiding behind that cold and hollow facade he had built for himself. You just had to give him time, of that you were convinced.

‘I would be honoured to give myself in order to repair the rift that has separated our two families and protect the realm from the dire consequences of this conflict’, you said, picking your words carefully.

‘Spoken like a true queen,’ your mother squeezed your arms and smiled sympathetically at you through the mirror, ‘come, it is time to join the feast.’

A short walk later, your mother and you entered the dining room to find most of the family had already gathered. Your brothers were talking to their betrotheds while Daemon looked at them, clearly uninterested in the conversation. On the other side of the table, Queen Alicent was in deep conversation with her father. And Aegon simply kept staring at his cup of wine, trying to block out his sister-wife’s constant stream of thoughts that she shared with him without a break.

Aemond was the first one to notice you. He rose to his feet before the rest of the tables could follow suit. All eyes were on your mother besides Aemond’s. The little gulp and flicker of adoration in his eye, on his otherwise so emotionless exterior did not pass you. You tried your best to hide your smile and gave your mother’s hand a little reassuring squeeze before you both separated and walked to your respective seats.

As everyone sat down and Daemon helped your mother to her seat, Aemond pulled your chair up for you.

‘My princess’, he nodded at you, helping you sit down to keep up proper appearances in front of his mother.

‘Thank you, my prince’, you smiled at him after he had settled down next to you. Everyone at the table had gone back to their original conversations, so it was just you and him. Relieved at that realisation, you let out a small sigh.

‘Has life at court already exhausted you, my lady?’ Aemond glanced at you, a cocky grin spread on his lips.

‘It has indeed. Things seemed simpler when we were children’, you answered, reaching for your cup.

‘You might be the only one at this table feeling that way’, he let out a bitter laugh and took a sip of wine, trying to numb some of the uneasiness of this whole dinner.

Before you could answer, the doors opened again and various guards showed up, carrying the king inside and taking him to his seat between his wife and your mother. You knew you had seen him earlier that day, but being so close to him, you only now realised the gravity of his condition. Seeing your grandfather like this, suffering from constant pain was almost unbearable for you.

On the table, Aemond’s right hand subtly touched your left. It was the most innocent of touches, to comfort you. He saw how the king’s condition affected you. You turned your head to face him and saw worry flash through his eyes, barely noticeable, yet breaking up his cold demeanour. For a moment it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in your own world, where family conflicts and social expectations didn’t exist. You could feel your heartbeat speeding up as you looked into Aemonds violet eye, trying to decipher the mischievous expression in it.

You forced yourself to look away and bow your head when the queen called to prayer. She didn’t get very far with her words to the gods before you felt Aemond removing his hand from yours and placing it on your knee instead.

It startled you a little, shocked, that Aemond would be so direct in front of his family, while praying nonetheless. You glanced over to him, but he kept his gaze straight ahead, eye fixated on the wall across. A cocky smirk covered his face again and you knew he was playing with you, trying to see how you would react. You placed your hand over his, gently stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

As soon as the prayer was finished, you turned your head towards him.

‘Are you enjoying your evening so far, Prince Aemond?’ You innocently looked at him.

His lip twitched and he let his fingers glide a little further up your thigh before he met your gaze. You tried to ignore the heat you felt rising within your chest and did your best not to show him the effect that he had on you.

‘I believe this evening is turning out to be less dull than I expected’, his eyes were wandering over your body. He moved his hand from your leg and brought it up to gently touch your jaw, just below your ear. Grabbing a small strain of your hair and playing with it, he mused ‘You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.’

That made you blush. You never expected to hear him say such kind words to you. You stared down on your lap, not quite knowing how to react.

His fingers let go of your hair and chuckled softly. There it was again, that rough sound, that made your heart melt a little any time you heard it.

‘Am I making you uncomfortable, princess?’, he asked, his voice a mix between amusement and a genuine hint of worry.

Pulling yourself back together and forcing yourself to ignore how he made you feel, you looked back up, staring right into his bright violet eye.

‘Not at all. I am rather enjoying your company so far’, you gave him a mischievous smile and reached for your wine.

It was only then that you noticed your brother bickering with Aegon. You wanted to intervene, when the king slowly rose from his seat. Sudden silence fell over the table as everyone stared at him with concern in their eyes, curious to hear what it was that he had to say.

‘It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past’, he announced before lifting his arm to uncover his face.

You instinctively reached for Aemond’s hand when the mask hit the table and you saw your grandfather’s face for the first time in years. A gaping hole lying where his eye once was. The prince’s grip tightened around your fingers and worry filled his eye once he noticed the tears welling up in yours.

‘My own face is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king but your father. Your brother. Your husband. And your grandsire. Who may not, it seems, walk for much longer among you’, the king spoke slowly, pain covering every word he said. You took a deep breath, trying to keep up a dignified expression and stop the tears from falling down your face. Aemond’s fingers drew gentle circles on the back of your hand, making your heart jump a little.

‘Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly’, you caught your mother’s eyes, who had been looking at you during these last few words. You knew she was thinking about the proposal she had made earlier.

As the king finally sat down, your mother raised her glass to the queen. More toasts followed before the music finally started playing and your brother asked Princess Helaena for a dance. Scanning the room, you saw everyone smiling and enjoying themselves. At least for a short while, your families seemed to be at peace.

‘Are you alright, princess?’, Aemond's words pulled you out of your thoughts, ‘the king’s face seems to have left you rather distraught.’

His hand was still holding yours and he watched you intently. His demeanour seemed unfazed and you could not read the emotions behind his eye. But then you realised. He interpreted your reaction to the king’s missing eye as disgust, maybe even fear. So he had once again closed himself up, protecting himself and hiding behind his arrogance and anger.

You gripped his hand tighter and rested your second hand on top of his, fully turning your body towards him. As you intently focused on his eye, you tried to give every word you were about to say the emphasis that it needed, hoping that the true meaning behind them would reach Aemond.

‘It was not his face that distraught me, my prince. It was the mere fact that my dear grandsire seems to have less time left in this realm, than I had hoped he would. I regret missing so many years of his late life, hiding away in a castle, growing so distant from him’, a deep sigh escaped your lips, ‘I regret growing so distant from you, Aemond. I wish I could turn back time and act differently. I would fight harder to get them to stop before it was too late. And I would fight for being allowed to write to you after we left.’

His face was still bare of any emotion, but at least he hadn’t pulled away his hand and let you hold it. He just kept looking at you and you weren’t sure if it was to keep his feelings hidden, or because he tried to hide his hatred towards you in front of your family, even after your grandfather had left the room again.

A slight chuckle from the other end of the table brought you back to reality. You saw it was Luke who couldn’t keep a straight face and he was staring right at Aemond. A glance back at the prince sitting beside you and the table in front of you, made you realise what had happened.

You saw Aemond’s eyes darkening with anger as he pulled his hand away.

‘Aemond, no’, you muttered, trying to reach out to his arm to calm him down, but it was too late.

His fist slammed on the table and he got up with one swift motion, holding out his cup.

‘Final tribute’, he announced, ‘To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise, mh, strong.’

‘Aemond’, the queen warned and you looked up at the prince beside you, hoping he would stop.

‘Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys’, Aemond declared. All eyes were on him and the mood had instantly gone foul.

‘I dare you to say that again’, Jace yelled at him, bitterness in his tone.

‘Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?’, Aemond innocently asked, taking a few steps towards your brother. And then, within seconds, Luke had gotten up to help his brother, but Aegon immediately grabbed him while Jace swung his fist, punching Aemond’s face, who seemed rather unfazed.

You heard your mother shout and got up yourself, trying to make your way towards Aemond, who simply shoved your brother before the guards could intervene. When he turned around, the prince gave you a wicked smirk that broke your heart. After all these years, he was still in pain. But those were your brothers he was attacking. And you couldn't just not protect them. For once, it was your face that had frozen and lacked any emotion towards the man you had missed so much for far too long.

Alicent joined you both, scolding her son who seemed to show no remorse whatsoever, simply stating that he intended to show how proud he was of his family.

He turned again, facing your family, taunting them some more and just as Jace was about to hit him again, Daemon intervened, stepping in between them and giving Aemond a menacing glare, waiting for his next action. But nothing happened. Rhaenyra had sent your brothers to their chambers and Aemond simply left the room, seemingly not wanting to start a fight with his uncle.

You overheard your mother and Alicent talking about leaving King’s Landing again, before you decided to excuse yourself. As you walked away, Daemon gave you an empathetic smile.

As soon as you had left the room, you let out a deep sight, suddenly feeling very exhausted. But you couldn’t bear the thought of retreating to your chambers now and leaving the Red Keep without speaking to Aemond first.

You were convinced that he would not have gone to bed yet, so you wandered around the castle, hoping to find him when you heard the faint sound of metal clinking in the distance. The courtyard, you thought, and walked that direction.

And indeed, as you stepped out into the cold night, you saw him there, repeatedly hitting the wooden training figure used to practise sword fighting. His face was anything but emotionless, nothing but anger visible in the way he carried himself.

You watched him for a while, impressed with his skills but also feeling bad for him and the unresolved conflicts he kept carrying with him wherever he went. He noticed you as soon as you started walking towards him.

‘Don’t. Leave me’, he growled, not bothering to stop hitting the figure in front of him.

‘We’ll be leaving on the morrow’, you simply said, not being able to hide the sadness in your voice.

He sighed. Breathing heavily, he finally stopped moving, his sword still in his hand, hanging lazily by his side. His head fell forward and he looked utterly defeated. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around the man in front of you. But you still couldn’t believe the words he said to your brothers earlier in the evening. You couldn’t just pretend that nothing had happened.

When he didn’t say anything, you took another few steps towards him. This time, he didn’t tell you to stop. He didn’t even react to your presence.

‘Why did you say those things, Aemond?’, you asked him, feeling tired and upset by how the evening had gone.

Still, he didn’t react, leaving you to talk to yourself. As you took another few steps towards him, this time ending up just a few inches away from him, looking into his face that told a tale of anger, confusion and deep sadness. ‘He was wrong for laughing. He should not have made fun of you. And it pains me to see how much you're suffering. You were wronged that night my brother took your eye and I should have protected you more. But if not for the sake of our families, then for the safety of the realm, you have to let go. For if we are not united, we will push the kingdoms into war over the line of succession’, you urged him.

‘How am I to let go if everyone I know looks at me with nothing but fear, disgust and hatred?’, he hissed. You were suddenly very aware of the sword he was still holding. But you had to trust that Aemond would not harm you.

A weak laugh fell from your lips. ‘Aemond. My prince, I have never felt anything but love and kindness towards you’, you reached out, cupping his face with your hand, ‘if they won’t understand you, then I will. I can’t make the past right, but I am by your side now, free of any negative emotion.’

He slightly twitched beneath your warm palm, fighting the urge to pull back when your fingers touched his scar. You were gently stroking his cheek, as if to prove that you were not afraid of him, or the way he looked. He slowly melted into your touch, embracing the love you were showing him. You realised that this was probably the first time since he’d been a child that anyone cared for him in this way. His eye was focused on yours and you could tell he was fighting with his feelings. You could feel his jaw clench under your fingers and there was still some anger in his eyes, so you kept talking, trying to get him to finally react.

‘My mother had made a proposal to me earlier. Though, as we are leaving in the morning, I do not think it will be fruitful’, you dropped your hand from his face and bitterly laughed. Staring at the ground, a sudden wave of sadness washed over you.

You sighed and looked back at him, ‘she had suggested a marriage between our two families to unite the House of the Dragon once again.’ Your voice was barely noticeable but he heard you. Shock covered his eye and he opened his mouth as if to say something, before thinking about it again. So you both just stood there staring at each other in silence. So much left unsaid between you both. He was standing so close to you, but it felt so distant.

When you noticed that Aemond still refused to say anything, you faintly nodded, admitting defeat. As you turned around and started to walk away, you heard him sheath his sword and shortly after felt a hand wrapping itself around your wrist.

‘Wait. Please’, he muttered quietly.

You refused to turn around, ready to close this chapter and forget about any feelings you may harboured towards Aemond, as they didn’t seem strong enough to combat that deep anger that was living inside of him.

‘I do not wish for you to leave’, he admitted, not letting go of your wrist. A frustrated groan left his lips, ‘I admit, I could have handled this evening more dignified. But one day with your support does not make up almost a decade of fending for myself.’

You slowly turned to face him again, glad that he started opening up to you. Your heart broke at the words he chose, finally knowing that he had felt abandoned all those years.

‘I hope that one day, we will get the chance to make up for everything we’ve lost’, Aemond took a step forward, closing the gap between you both. You could feel his breath on your face and his eye desperately staring straight into your soul.

He lifted his hand up to your cheek and slowly drew his fingers across your skin, never taking your eyes off you. Once he reached your chin, he gently lifted it and bent down to you. His mouth hovering over yours, he briefly hesitated, waiting for you to pull away. But when you didn’t, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. It was gentle, but full of emotion. You could feel his devastation and regret, his anger but his also undying affection for you all wrapped up in one innocent kiss.

And then, before you could even open your eyes, he abruptly pulled away and walked towards the castle, leaving you alone in the courtyard. The sudden cold had shivers running down your spine. You brought a hand to your lips, softly touching them, trying to verify that what had just happened was real. A small sob filled the air as you tried to keep your feelings inside, fully aware that you would not see Aemond again for the foreseeable future.

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