enchantingrhae

[enchantingrhae]

two sides of the same coin

pairing: aemond targaryen x niece!velaryonreader tw: dub con/ non con (aemond does not force himself physically), mention of child murder, descriptions of sexual activities, p. in v. Physical characteristics of the protagonist are not mentioned, as well as who her father is. (let me know if i missed something) English is not my first language (and this is my first fic), be kind please. Any suggestions are welcome

On that day, incessant rain fell on Kingslanding. It seems that the weather reflected the mood inside the red keep after the murder of prince Jaehaerys; the air was heavy and the spirits agitated. 

“The green already took a step forward when they decided to parade the prince’s body  in the streets, they were sending a message. People shouted that Rhaenyra had committed an abominable act and cursed her,  Aegon is angry. You must reconcile with Aemond, he is the key to your safety here” your maid Brienne whispers to you, in one of the few moments where you are not controlled.

“That man murdered my brother in cold blood and is now at war with my mother and yet, everyone expects for me to just pass over it as if nothing had happened, as if my little brother's life meant nothing” I respond, allowing my frustration to come out. 

“Listen to me, Aemma” Brienne says, holding his hands in mine.

“It’s a matter of survival. Aegon is impulsive, he does not think about the consequences his actions may have and you know it. He has already fired Otto and does not listen to Alicent's advice. It is only a matter of time before he uses you to force rhaenyra to her knees. You are aware that Aemond feels affection for you and how great is his desire to be recognized for his qualities, use this to your advantage and  you will shape him as you see fit.”

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It was late at night when princess Aemma left her room to join her husband's.  The daughter of the fierce princess Rhaenyra puts aside what little remains of her dignity to go and beg thekinslayer, slayer of her kin no less. She cursed herself along the way for accepting the marriage proposal years before, if she had reasoned more long ago at this time she could have secured the support of a great lord for her mother's cause with her marriage instead of being imprisoned in this fortress, unable to make herself useful. The fact that she is here, surrounded by comforts while her brothers are out risking their life for their mother’s cause tear her heart apart and let her resentment grow. Her head was full of thoughts as she knocked on the door awaiting approval to enter. As soon as she entered, aemond's face exuded astonishment.

“I was not expecting you here” he said with a calm voice that sounds like a sigh, as if he could not believe that she was in front of him.

“If you are occupied I'll go back to my rooms” I announced with little conviction, but even before finishing the sentence Aemond said I could stay.  

“I thought I would come and check on you after what happened.”

“It is simple for you in this situation to blame yourself, but targeting a child was a choice by my family, they surely wanted to hurt Aegon and it has nothing to do with what you have done” I continued after sitting next to him in the armchair. 

Pronouncing these words weighs on me, but the hardest part is realising that the death of that child does not affect me at all. He was young, yet I feel no sadness for his murder. The only thought that haunts me is: if my brother is buried underground, why should Jaehaerys live? Perhaps I am not so different from Aemond after all, maybe we both carry the same cruelty in our heart and this is the reason why the Gods have condemned me in this marriage.

“It is very kind of you to come here, we haven't spoken after what happened but it makes me happy that you still have my wellbeing at heart” he babbles

“I know this is difficult for you and that you two were close. But I swear to you on everything that is sacred to me that I never meant to kill him. I resented him all my life, but I would never put our relationship at risk. I lost the control of my dragon but I never gave the order to her to attack your brother and with miserable cowardice, I preferred to keep silent about the truth before the council and the [..]”

“Stop it Aemond” I uttered as I lay my hand on his

“I did not come here to hear you beg for absolution but to save what remains of our marriage. I know you didn’t murder my brother on purpose and for that, I decided to forgive you”

Aemond looked at me with a confused face, as if he did not believe what I was saying. At that moment I tried with all my heart not to let any insecurity show as I slowly approached his face, placing my lips on his. The kiss was immediately returned, not that I doubted it. After the murder his mother Alicent, one of the very few people that showed him love during his life, could not stand to look at him. The disappointment for what he has done and the man that he become was too great, and that left him in a vulnerable state that does not allow him to question my actions. He wanted someone that appreciate him and show him love, and I can do it. Even if what I am doing disgusts me, it is my hope that this will make him more malleable on the battlefield, that he will show mercy  if he clashes with my brothers in the future. 

Between kisses, we move from the armchair to the bed while he loosens the strings of my dress. He pushes me onto the bed and settles on top of me. The mattress sinks under his weight as his hands peel back my dress with cruel slowness. For a moment he stops, observes me as I give him a reassuring smile, he begins to penetrate me. His breathing becomes heavier, his face contorts in pleasure, but I feel nothing but disgust. 

The echo of my maid's words hammers in my brain.

It is for a greater good. It is for the greater good. It is for a greater good.

I cling to those words like an anchor as her body moves over mine.

His moans grow louder, his fingers sink into my skin, then one last thump, a stifled gasp. He pours his seed inside me. I close my eyes and hold my breath. I can only hope that his seed does not take into my womb, that the fruit of this horror does not sprout.

“I missed all of this” he say while he lies down next to me, now tired

“Me too” I reply, forcing a smile.