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[malisorn]

𖤓 || 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | Aemond has begged for many things in his life and for one last time, he gets down on his knees and begs for you ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff & tiny bit of Angst, soft dark!aemond, heavily inspired by Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want by Deftones (originally The Smiths)

Speak the wrong thing, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

These words have rotted deep inside Aemond's mind ever since he was a child, for he has always been the butt of a joke to his own brother and nephews.

In the beginning, he lets them jest all they wish, enduring their laughter as if it meant nothing. But after times and times of the same old jokes, it is no more fun, it has never been fun.

He started to defend himself, spit back at Aegon's words and try to fight, but still he failed. And in the last resort, he found himself on his knees, crying over and over again.

“Please, please, please, give me the biggest dragon in the world.” Tears streaming down as he begs the gods. He promises to be a changed man if he ever has a dragon.

And the gods seem to have heard him but nothing in the world has ever come without its price. For the very first time in his life, Aemond got his wish as he rode Vhagar through the dark night sky. And for a minute, he felt like he had own the world. After countless nights of practicing High Valyrian, imagining a dragon in front of him as he shouted the word out loud.

“Dohaerās!”

“Lykirī!”

“Sōvēs!”

Now, slowly patting the back of Vhagar, this is real, seeing his tears dropping on Vhagar, this is truly real. He has finally proved himself worthy to be a dragonrider to his father, a perfect son to his mother and a true Targaryen to his brother and his nephews.

His thoughts run short when he notices the Velaryons and the Strongs from below.

“I will not fear them, Vhagar has proved me worthy of her, I will not fear anyone.” He thinks to himself as he comes down to face them.

“It’s him!”

“It’s me.” Aemond feels confidence runs through him like a raging fire, pushing him to all the ways to say things he's always afraid of.

“Vhagar is my mother's dragon!” The girl argued hard with no less confidence than him. “Your mother's dead.” Aemond worries he is too bold but there is no stopping from this moment. “And Vhagar has a new rider now.” He continues with pride on his face.

“She was mine to claim!” Rhaena shouts with her twin sister’s comfort from the back. Aemond was silent for a second as he observes everyone around, none of their dragons can compare to his. Arrax is young, Vermax can barely obey and Moondancer is nothing to Vhagar. Smiling at his realization, “Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” He looks at all of them. Threats shouted with punches exchanged, Aemond has insulted them just as they once did to him but never in his life has he thought something so brutal would happen to him.

“The scar will heal but the eye could never do the same, your grace.” Aemond grips the chair hard, he has lost his eye. He looks at his mother with tears full of pain. “Please, please, please, mother, help me.” He thinks to the mother and his own as the maester stitches his scar.

And his mother tried to help him, with the same pleadings in her eyes as she looked at his father, The King, the one who can truly give him everything but the King didn't return the same look in his eyes, he gave those to only his daughter and bash away Aemond's pain. However, his mother couldn't give up, she stood with duty heavy on her back, running to takes Lucerys’s eye. Everything from that night still haunts him and he couldn't look at the King the same.

Aemond did become a changed man, just as he promised to the gods in exchange for a dragon. Not the kind of change he has imagined. Instead, he has become a brute, poisoned with hatred and not even an ounce of sympathy left inside of him.

The Sept is no longer his place of comfort and he rarely begs the gods for anything. Aemond believes he has gotten everything he ever wanted, everything he needs to be a Targaryen. But no, it is far from the truth. Deep inside, Aemond feared that if he ever dared uttering a single wish to the gods, they would take something important from him in return. It could be his other eye, his title, his dragon or even his own life-

“Please, please, please, let this woman be the bride of mine for I have endured the pain my whole life. Let her be mine, for this will be my one last wish.”

Aemond feels bitterness twists through his words, he feels like a fool being down on his knees. After all these years of resentment, he broke all his promises and ran all his way back to the gods one more time. He said his prayers sternly, the gods must answer his wish after all they've done to him, he believes himself deserving something as dainty and perfect as you.

All of his thoughts slowly fade as his blurring sight clears into the vision of you standing right in front of him, wearing a pure white gown with wild flowers in your hair.

With each time he blinks, each breath he takes, every single piece of you has finally revived into a wish he has always yearn to be blessed. The way you talk, the way you smile and how you spin around with that white gown of yours, he has never been allured by a woman's beauty like this.

The gods have answered his prayers, you are now his bride.

“I am forever grateful to be your wife, my prince.” The sweet words dropping from your lips. He didn't know whether he wanted to be eternally confined by your love or to be freed from your lure. After nights of endless prayers, thinking that his wish has been torn aside and forgotten. But at this sight with you as his bride and from now on, his wife. Aemond feels seen, listened and answered, not only by the judgment of the gods but also by you.

He turns to look at you once more, “Same as I, to be your husband is truly a gift from gods.”

Feeling all smug with his answered prayers, Aemond seems to forget that nothing in the world has ever come without its price. Now, he can enjoy his days and nights with the love of his life but soon, the gods will find their ways and take anything they could in exchange of his one last wish.

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images' credits

Society Lady With a Spray of Lilac by Hermann Clementz

Dancing Fairies by August Malmström

Peacocks and Delphiniums by Jessie Arms Botke

[malisorn]

⚖ || 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | After his wife's suspicious behavior, Aemond finds out of her doings & decides to see it for himself ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Book!Aemond, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Violence (Not on reader), Torture (Not on reader), Threats

You were only eight and ten when your father and the Queen wedded you to her son, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

“A good match, is it not? my darling girl.” Your father asks as you two walk through the sept together. Pure bliss in his eyes as he observes the place of your upcoming wedding. “You will be wed here, and trust me my darling, the wedding will be as grand as his brother's.”

“Father…” Would it be wrong to doubt his decision?

“What if I don't wish to marry him?” His silence already answers everything that you need to know. “What are you speaking of? you foolish little girl. He is a dragonrider, the King's second son, do you know how valuable that is?”

“He doesn't seem content at our betrothal!” Desperation creeps out of your voice with tears threaten out of your eyes. Your father’s hands land on both of your shoulders, one loud sigh as you feel his tighten squeeze. “Daughter, I’ve raised you a dutiful girl, I have done everything for you and now it is your turn.” You stood still in hopelessness, stunned by the heavy burden he has putted on your shoulder. Your father promptly kissed your forehead and left, the sound of his cussing fade within the tunnel.

And since then, you have done as he said. You wedded Prince Aemond with a smile plastered on your face and endured the painful ache from your wedding night. Everytime your father came to visit in King's Landing, claiming that he has missed his favorite girl but you can see it right through him, he just wanted to use you as his other pawn, and for the longest time, you knew he has been a frequent visitor to street of silver, where gamblers will gather together.

“I am changing myself, my sweet daughter, this time, i promise to cherish the chance you give upon me." You look at the man in front of you, who is holding your face in his palms but you couldn't recognize him for a single bit.

Is this truly the same man that used to tell you a tale after a nightmare, the very same man that brings you sweets and treats just to see you smile? You hope there are still some pieces of that man inside him. But now, all you see is a man with ruined honor, nothing like a father.

“I do not think the prince will be pleased-”

“What are you speaking of, daughter!? He is your husband!” His shout already tired you out. “Don't you wish to see your father content?” He continued as you slowly sit down to rest, your father follows and kneels beside, trying to calm himself down. “Please, please help me, my child.” Holding your hand tight, you look at him with sorrow, the way his eyes were red from the wine with darkness forming under his eyes, you need to help him.

“The sept, tomorrow.” What a shame this is. The last time, you lied to Aemond that you wanted some gold for your new clothes. But since then, you still have the same wardrobe, luckily he hadn't said anything.

“Husband!” You call him with cheerfulness after he returns from his practice. “I’ve prepared you a bath.” Taking his hand as you lead him to the tub, slowly unbutton his leather clothes, he didn't react to your sudden change. “I’ve missed you.” You kiss him on the cheeks as you take off his clothes. With all the leathers to the basket, you return to him, softly massage his shoulders. “How has your day been, husband?” Continue to press onto his tired muscles. “As its usual routine except the part where my wife is being attentive which only happens when she wants something from me.” His words hushed you as he turned to look at you. “What do you want?” You swallow your pride, “Golds.”

“Again?” You nod at him. “What happened to your winter collection, has it arrived yet? or should I say have you even met with the tailor?” Hearing no answers and feeling no pressure from your palms, he turns to look at you. And gods, you are crying. “Wife-” You stood on your feet and walked away from the tub. Aemond, fazed by your reaction, gets out of the tub and follows you as he folds the linen around his waist.

The sight of you crying on the edge of the bed with head in your hands. An image of his wife's distress, all caused by him.

He sits next to you, clueless of what has just happened. “I apologize, wife, I didn't mean to-” He swallows down his anger before speaking again. “I will bring it to you on the murrow, I didn't mean to accuse you of something, wife.” You look at him, cheeks stained of tears, before you gently push him onto the bed. This is not the first time you have done this but every single time, you have hoped it would be the last. All these shame and guilt of taking advantage of your husband, it is wrong but you could not deny to help your father.

The next morning, you wake up to two sackets of gold on the table. You count it and quickly prepare to go to meet your father, disguised as a lady going to the sept. How wrong this is, lying to your husband, to everyone.

As you arrive, you walk through the hall, trying to find your father. As you come across a lurking shadow, “Father”, his smile brightens as he notices the sackets you're holding. Grabbing it from your hand, you look at him with sadness. “Let this be the last time, go back to our castle, it isn't too late, father.” He brushes off your attempt to convince him. “Those people, thinking they are better than me-”

“Father, me and my husband can't help you anymore after this.” You held his hands tight but he quickly let go and ran away. You watch as he leaves again with tears running from your eyes. “Wife” The sound of your husband's voice made you startle as you turned to look at him. Has he been following you?

He indeed has been following you. After all, Aemond couldn't help but notice the way you have been acting strange. The amount of times you ask him golds for clothes, for jewelry, for books, for fragrance, but never once has he seen any of these things in your bedchamber. The swollen eyes you have from crying every once in a while, the whispers of your father, the sins he has committed.

Soon after you have fallen asleep, Aemond went to one of his most trusted companions, Ser Criston Cole. “The Queen has told me that your lady wife's father has been seen on the street of silver. He is a frequent visitor, after the death of his wife, he has drowned himself in cups, betting on his life. I believed that he is the man your wife has been giving those golds to”. Aemond hums at the story. “What should we do with him, my prince?” The question made Aemond wonder, he couldn't kill your father, you would never forgive him but if he lets him go, that man will return to suck out your blood like a leech. “I will think about it.”

As he watches you left in a carriage, Aemond and Criston follow you right after. The sight of you begging your father with tears in your eyes, lost and helpless. He knew that feeling before and he won't let it happen to you again.

“Aemond! I didn't know you would be here, you could've told me you will visit the sept, husband, we would've come here together.” The rush in your voice, trying to hide everything even now. “Why are you here, wife?” you are stunned at his question, trying to keep it together, “To pray, of course, it seems like a good day to pray to the father for justness, is it not?” Aemond laughs at your answer. “Brings him here, Ser Cole.”

You father, dragged by Ser Cole, but he cares not at the humiliation, he only holds tight onto the gold sackets. “Father” Your voice’s weak as you suffer into a sob. “Please, Aemond, let him go.”

“You pray to the father for justness, you say? This is justness, wife.” Ser Cole released your father and he fell to the ground. You kneel to help him, still crying. “Father” You try to hug him, to hold his face in your palms as a sense of comfort but all he did was avoid it. “Aemond, I apologize, please, let him go” You plead with him once more.

“It is not your fault, my wife, come here.” He orders you but you still kneel beside your father. “Come here or I will kill him.” With a single threat, you quickly went to his side. “Ser Cole.” At the mention, ser cole brings out a dagger close to your father's face.

“Aemond, Aemond, please, no, Ser Cole, please.” Aemond silenced you instantly, “These two sackets will be the last golds you get from me and my wife. You will never return back here or ever think of contacting my wife again.” Your father spits at Ser Cole for Aemond's threat. As the situation has worsened, Ser Cole brings the edge of the dagger close to your father's face. Blood slowly drops from his cheeks. You tighten your hold on Aemond's arms, begging him to stop.

Aemond left your side and came to confront your father, taking the dagger from his side, he pointed it at your father's left eye. “Swear it! swear to it or I will carve out your eye, like they did to mine.” With a dagger right at his left eye, your father instantly swears he will never be seen again. Leaving with two sackets of gold. He didn't bother to look back at you, not even a single glance.

“Come, wife” Aemond orders you and you follow him. Returning to Red Keep, you did not talk to him right after the incident. Feared and humiliated, you also miss your father, you wish to know if he is safe, if his cuts have healed yet. And while you are still reluctant with Aemond, both of you know that this is necessary and Aemond loves you as deep as the depth of the ocean that he will protect you from any cruelty of the world, even if it is your father.

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images' credits

The Card Sharp with the Ace of Diamonds by Georges de La Tour

The Moneylender and His Wife by Quentin Matsys

Judith by Leopold Pollak

[malisorn]

✧ || 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

Pairing / Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary / As the diamond of the season, no one could ever deny you, not even your one-eye prince ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions / Fluff, a bit of kissing but nothing NSFW, The title “Diamond of the Season” inspired by Bridgerton, basically idiots in love

Delight, desire and jealousy flowed through all the lords' and ladies' eyes as they exchanged their whispers of you. Within the walls, you have heard it whether it was about your beauty, your nature, even the way you walk or the sound of your talk.

Ever since your arrival at court, young and old lords have been following you everywhere, offering to guard you through the castle as they try to impress you with their bare skills. The ladies often invite you to their gatherings, you do enjoy listening to all the gossip and you know well that when you're not there, it is you who is the topic.

You didn't mind it still, after all, their perception of you only turned you into what you have always wanted, “Diamond of the Season”, the reserved title pronounced by the Queen. In each year, her grace will do the honour presenting the season's diamond at the celebration of her wedding's anniversary to King Viserys I of House Targaryen.

You held your head high as she announced your name. This is all you have ever wanted. It takes you back to when you were just a little girl, your lady cousin was named as the season's diamond, you remember attending her grand wedding to the noble lord of Westerlands and every time you saw her afterwards, she would always dress in the most lavishing gowns and finest gold.

You smile at the thought. This title would benefit you in every single way possible. As a maiden, men across the seven kingdoms would duel to take your hands. Going as far as to offer you the most of themselves only to hear your rejection.

“What a fine jewel, Lord Wylde.” You can see him grinning, thinking he has succeeded.

“But I do not think your wives would be pleased to know that you have gifted me this.” You put down the jewel as you stared right through him. He was a much older man, the “Ironrod”, the man who had wedded four wives and sired twenty-nine children. You would never marry him, he is merely a distraction.

“My fair maiden, I would displease them a thousand times over if it meant to be in your presence.” You could not believe any words you just heard. “As a fair maiden, I have been gifted with things greater than jewels. Perhaps we could discuss your pleasure and your wives' displeasure later” You instantly stand and leave, giggling to yourself as he was lost at his words.

During noon, you have a quiet time with Princess Helaena. Sweets such as lemon cakes, apple tarts and mint tea were laid fully on the table. The second you were named the season's diamond, you were particularly following the Queen around as her lady-in-waiting. But as you were closer to her daughter's age, your role was changed to Princess Helaena's lady instead. The two of you didn't have many similarities, but there are senses of comfort growing through your friendship which only brings you two closer. “Have you found a proper man?” Helaena asked you as she drank the mint tea. “The tea would do you good, princess, it soothes and reliefs-”

“Do not turn a deaf ear to me” She interrupted you and you stared at her. “It has been stressful enough, but I promised you, I would choose a husband who will stay in court so we will always be close to each other.” You touch her hand in comfort as a gentle smile appears. “You didn't hear it from me but Ironrod tried to persuade me this morrow” You can see her pure shock and you two started giggling. “Ironrod? Lord Wylde?! Did he not have four wives already? Twenty-nine kids, I have heard” You nodded. “Three as of now, his last wife died of exhaustion.”

“I wouldn't wish to see you beside him.” You chuckled again. “Never, I already have a chosen man in mind, I promised to choose the one whose presence in court, didn't I?” As you finished your sentence, that man appeared just at the right time. “Brother” Helaena greeted him but his eye only looked at you and you grinned at him. It was only a short second, but it seemed like he understood every single thought in your mind. He didn't bother to stay after, immediately leaving to attend his duties. What a pity.

But it didn't take too long until he ran back into your arms. “Is it true? Did he try to ask for your hand?” He kissed your neck with pure lust and hunger, you laughed at his questions. “Jealousy suits you so well, my Aemond” You softly move your hands on his chest back and forth. “I did tell you that once a man who's rich enough, fine enough and brave enough asks for my hand, I will answer.” Your words anger, his grip tighten on you. “He is nothing close to that, tis I who of royalty and ancient house that could provide all your needs, it is I, who is brave enough to asks for your hand-”

“Yet, it is I who have only ever heard sweet nothing from you.” You playfully push him away. “If you truly wish to see me bare your name and your children, you would take me to the Septon and make me your wife, as simple as that.” You left him there right after. You have already made up your mind, it will always be Aemond. As his wife, you will be the lady of House Targaryen, your children will have dragon eggs placed in their cradles. Dragon riders' blood flows through their veins. You know that only he could answer to the power you have thirst for and the love you have desired.

As a fortnight passed, all the signs were finally clear. “I have named you the season's diamond myself. It is only right that you should become my daughter-in-law”, The Queen said as she held your hand. Aemond stands behind her as he stares at you. After all the little glances, soft touches and teasing whispers, it finally happened. The Diamond of the Season has become the wife of Aemond Targaryen.

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images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Spring by Eugene Bidau

An Amusing Letter by Vittorio Reggianini

Lovers, Doves by Francois Boucher

[malisorn]

♰ || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | The aftermath of your husband's death has led you to your own disastrous ending ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Angst, Major Characters' Deaths, Description of Deaths, Assassination, Toxic Relationship, Basically what i think will realistically happen if you were to be Aemond's wife during the war

Your husband is dead. His corpse was rotten deep in the bottom of Gods Eye with his dragon and that damn sword in his socket. You remember how he kissed you and promised to return. You can still recall how the sun is falling as the two dragons rise with roars of anger, they have come to face each other with mad men on their saddles.

He will come back to me, the dragons wrap around each other. He will survive, screeching of pain shook the land. He promised, they flew higher where no one, except the gods could only see. There was a moment of silence, no roars, no screams, nothing, but just seconds after, two Targaryens fell from the highest sky, followed by their dragons. All dead.

What will you do now? You are a widow to one of the cruelest men in the war. He was a murderer, a monster, a man possessed by vengeance, and now he died with it. Should you stay here in Harrenhal? To be as close as you can to him, or should you return to King's Landing? Surrender yourself to the blacks and let them be done with it.

You ended up staying in Harrenhal, paranoid and in despair. You spend days and nights thinking of him, how everything is ruined. Here in this castle, the witch protects you from harm. For what reason? You wouldn't want to know.

“Is it true he laid with you?” You asked her one night, she came to meet your cold stare “It wouldn't matter.” you chuckled at that “You were pregnant, with his bastard?” the two of you look at another once more. With Aemond's death, you will come to face the reality he sheltered you from. “Not a bastard, we wedded.” She instantly turned to leave, “He was married to me.” She stopped “And he loved you 'till his very last breath, did he not?”

You never knew peace right after, ravens flew as fleshes were fed into battles. You have heard of your sister-in-law's death, how she gave herself to the stranger with spikes through her stomach, how cruel. And the news of dragons' deaths came right after. Some were struck in the head, stabbed through their bodies by hundreds of men and women. Their corpses were paraded through the street. That night, King's Landing burned. And The Dragon Queen was nowhere to be found, though she lost another one of her sons to her beloved dragon. When another raven arrived, Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead. Still, the war was not over.

Aegon returned to his seat as King. Half of his body was burned. When you arrived at King's Landing, he was a close image to his father, a gold mask to hide the ugly truth, servants to carry him everywhere. He was begging to be freed, a walking corpse, you think to yourself. But he's still the same man you knew, heedless to the sound of wolves, he only thinks of his wedding to his new lady, Cassandra Baratheon.

Before it could happen, Aegon was dead with blood on his lips. And the war ended. You watched as his nephew ascended the Iron Throne and wedded Helaena's only daughter. You softly braided her hair as you prepared her for the ceremony and she turned to hug you, a very rare gesture. “I miss you.” The sweet girl looked up to you, and you kissed her forehead. “I miss you too.” You gave all your time to care for her, she needed a mother after all.

The Dowager Queen, on the other hand, had grown to insanity. She whispered apologies and threats as she teared herself to eat, sleep and live. It was a painful sight to see, she often frightened you with her words. “Take this and slit his throat, kill that boy.” Jaehaera screamed for you and begged to be alone right after.

You have thought that this is the life you would have to settle for. What a fool you were. In less than a year, you attend both funerals of your mother-in-law and your niece. Everything turned black as you walked through the corridor, those pity stares and low whispers. What will be left of you now? Will the council send you to Harrenhal, back to that witch queen? You hope not, she promised you nothing but a false sense of security ordered by your dead husband.

Slowly, you are driven to insanity with grief and anger. Repeating of how your husband betrayed you, how they've killed your sweet girl, how they are coming for you. You lost all your strength and will to live, drained and tired at the thoughts of waking up once more day. Many believed you had gone mad, but to you, it was all a sign. Your husband must have waited to hear your forgiveness, the way you dream of him during the darkest nights despite all the pains he brings you, it has to mean something.

You only confined in your chambers as isolation has become your solution to shelter your sadness and keep yourself together. You refused to talk to anyone, they are all your enemies, they all meant nothing but to harm you.

As the sun sets, you drink your favorite honeyed-wine, it reminds you of all those memories, on your name-day, at your wedding, at you and your husband's very last night together. You bitterly smile at the thoughts as they flash through your mind, you were so happy. But now, you look through the window of your room, and suddenly feel something, something strange. Your breath quickens, your chest rises as you feel the burn through your body, blood floods through your nose, you realized.

Falling to your knees as you hold onto your stomach, blood dropping everywhere on the carpet. You try to shout for help, but all that comes out was gasp. And before you were able to reach the door, you lay down on the floor as you started to drift away. All your visions are clouded, ringing filled your ears, and you give up. Staring at the ceiling, you accepted death as you lose your last breath. No one will ever harm you again.

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notes : I have many endings in my mind, one is reader being poisoned by Alys or a spy from the blacks, second is reader getting married off by the small council during Aegon III's reign. I ended up choosing this one so it left an open ending wether who poisoned her.

images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Mrs. Winthrop W. Aldrich (Harriet Alexander) - Joaquín Sorolla

The Wedding Dress - Frederick William Elwell

Judith with the Head of Holofernes - Francesco Cairo

[malisorn]

✉ || 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | Aemond and his way of showing you his love through gifts. And one time where you showed your love back to him ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | No warnings at all, Soft!Aemond, Fluff, Happy Marriage, No physical description of reader

Notes | Another sweet and soft fluff to rot your tooth.

A necklace of gold, each pendant is either amethyst or sapphire, alternating and complimenting each other at the same time. They are glimmering, beautiful and daring-

“Do you like it?” you looked up to him, realized that you have been staring at the necklace far too long, a sentence barely formed in your thought “It's…… you shouldn't have, it's too-” It's unduly, especially for the first courting between you and the prince. “It'd match you well, my lady.” Worry runs across your body until his hands touch your hair, placing a necklace on your neck. Now, you are blushing hard “Thank you, my prince.” 

Moons have passed and soon enough, you will wed your future husband in the holy place of Grand Sept. You find it hard to sleep, thinking of every little things. Aemond has been kind to you ever since the first courting, showering you with gifts of the greatest value. The jewelry hanging on your dressing table is a proof of it. You couldn't help but worry that all this gesture would disappear the second you married him.

As you fell into a deep sleep, you dreamed of dragons. You recognize Vhagar from the large size and the mighty face. Beside Vhagar was an ivory dragon of a smaller size, yet the air around that beautiful dragon brightened everything. There was gold tracing around. You've never read or seen any dragons like this in real life. The two creatures are flying together through the highest sky, sounds of roaring and wings clapping wake you up to the early morning. You think of the dream as you prepare for the day. Once you are done, you quickly make your way to Aemond and tell him of the dream, how captivating it is that you wished to be stuck there for eternity. 

On the wedding night, while you wait for your husband patiently. He comes in and takes you to a mysterious chest with dragons carved on the surface. You gasped at the sight of the creamy-and-gold dragon egg. It was stoned and old, yet the scales were exactly how you saw in your dream. “How did you get this?” your fingers traced the egg's scales, just like the dream. “A merchant sold me this in a great deal, it was stolen and stoned but it's still beautiful.” his hands reach your waist to hold you tight. “Such a coincidence it is, must have been a good sign for our marriage” you smile at his thoughtfulness, “Thank you, my husband.”

As the wedding passed, your marriage has turned into everything you have dreamed of. You and your husband have spent time together more freely. You told him about your interests, especially flowers, how pleasant you felt when you looked at them or how proud it is to plant and water them as they grew and bloom. It's like all your worries being blown away by the soft wind. But he doesn't seem as interested in it, so you try to keep it to yourself.

Failed, you keep mentioning them, how you heard there was a talking tree and even a talking bird in the Summer Isles, how there were the most exotic roses anyone could find in the maze of Highgarden, how you wanted to see all of them in person or at least read more about them. It keeps going and you thought you had annoyed him until your name day.

He brings you a book of plants, flowers and trees ranging from the most common to the rarest. It tells all about their origins, symbolism and their own unique story. It was heavy and thick, the cover was carved in the shape of flowers. “I have Maester Orwyle found this for you, one of the oldest books in the Citadel, it was not an easy process, sweet wife of mine.” You couldn't believe he could get this for you. “Though this would not be the only gift from me.” your husband's words confused you a bit until you saw the look he gave you. “Thank you, Aemond.”

What a blessing it has been. Your marriage is fortunate to be full of love. Your husband did his duty as well as he cared deeply for you. You wore the jewelry he gave you, the silks imported from the furthest lands, the book in your hand for your name day. You were spoiled rotten and an idea crossed your mind.

He would've loved it, it would've been amazing. You keep thinking about it. This week, you've been distancing yourself from Aemond as you prepare the gift for him.

You requested a private supper with only your husband and you. He didn't question at first, but he was obviously eager to know why you suddenly wanted to have a private meal. When he arrives, you keep smiling at him, blushing at his words and it all ends when he rises. “Why a private supper?” You rise after him. “I just wanted a quiet time between us, that's all.” It is not a good lie and he doesn't seem convinced. “Tell me.” his tone is clear that whatever it is that you try to hide, you have to stop. “Fine” you groaned and took his hand as you lead your husband to the gift.

“I am not sure if you would like it but I wanted to let you know that I love you too. And you did so well, trying to show it to me.” You said to him as you brought out the gift. He instantly knew what it was and, undeniably, he softly smiled.

A Longsword made of Dragonglass, sharp and light. On the hilt was a gemstone of Sapphire, to match his left-eye. All was jet black but at the heart of the sword was brightened with blue stone. It was simple, perfectly made just for him and it meant everything.

“Do you like it?” he looked up to you. You look like an angel from this view. He nodded, finding it hard to express himself in words. You immediately hug him, “Be careful!” He shouted as the sword still lays on him. You didn't seem to care though, he simply accepted your warm embrace. What has he done to deserve you? To have someone beside him who cares this much. There are many moments in which he knew he had to protect you, but in this second, he vowed he would burn everything down if anyone dared to touch you and he would go across the known world just to see your smile. “Thank you, my love.”

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Casket of jewels on a table principally of German Origin - Pieter Gerritsz. van Roestraten

The Marquise de Pezay, and the Marquise de Rougé with Her Sons Alexis and Adrien - Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun

Pronk Still Life with Holbein Bowl, Nautilus Cup, Glass Goblet and Fruit Dish - Willem Kalf

[malisorn]

⚔ || 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | May the Smith mends the bond that he broke far too long and forges you back to him with a longing promise ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Messy Translation, Aemond rizzing reader up, Reader is a caretaker of a dragon and a relative of the Dragonkeeper but there are no physical description of her

Notes | The translation of English and High Valyrian is like a death trial. I pick up the grammar from Duolingo and mashed them up with website's translation.

The first time Aemond met you, he was merely a boy of three and ten. He didn't know what crossed his mind at that moment. Perhaps he just wanted to have his own dragon like his brothers and his nephews or maybe it was “The Pink Dread”. He walked down the tunnel of the pit as everything got darker and warmer. He would claim whichever dragon he encountered, but instead he came to face Dreamfyre. One second, he was falling to his knees thinking the stranger had come to take his life, but a moment later, a girl of his age dragged him out of the tunnel, saving his life.

“Bē morghūlis” He almost died. You were talking to a member of the Dragonkeepers. Aemond couldn't pick up exactly on what you said, he had yet to master High Valyrian, only knew the basic instructions and a few commands. To be fair, he didn't have a father to teach him and his mother barely embraced Targaryen customs. But he heard you call the older man “Kepus'', which means father's brother. Now, it makes sense why your High Valyrian is so fluent. You are a niece of the Dragonkeeper Elder. They exclusively spoke High Valyrian and served their loyalty only to the House of the Dragon. Aemond looked down at the floor. He knew he was in great trouble, until he felt your touch on each of his shoulders, “Dōro bartoso iksā” You are brainless. What did you just say to him? He assumed from your expressions, soft and understanding. Were you comforting him? Before he could ask you, he was guarded back to The Red Keep.

His mother was furious as she tried to comfort him. She promised she would seek justice from the King and that her son must never be a joke to poke at. That night, he cried himself to sleep with all the humiliation flowing through him. His mother insisted on him to never set foot on the Dragonpit again and that one day he would have his own dragon.

And he did. He gained himself a dragon, but at what cost? His left eye was slashed, yet he had to face the reality that it was an even exchange. It was not, he lost half of himself that night. The sight of him frightened girls and boys his age. His mother allowed him to visit Dragonpit later but only under the protection of Kingsguards. He saw you again when he went there with Helaena to claim a dragon. From the look on your face, you were rather fascinated than frightened. You ran up to him, started questioning him but he couldn't understand you. When you realize the barrier of a language between you two, you repeat the most obvious word “Eye, Eye, Eye”. Aemond took an offense from that “Shut up” He thought you were making fun of him, immediately left to stay in the carriage the whole time while Helaena finally claimed the she-dragon, Dreamfyre.

He would accompany his brother or his sister to the Dragonpit from time to time. While the first few impressions between him and you didn't come close to good at all, he would learn that you are actually quite fun to be around. He took High Valyrian lessons very strictly, memorizing as many terms of each word as much as possible. Your conversation started to go somewhere, he learnt to ask for your name in High Valyrian just as you learnt to ask for his in the common tongue. You are preparing to be a caretaker of the Dragons. It was a difficult process but you were chosen by your uncle due to how you manage to be gentle and understanding, especially with young dragons.

“Vhagar rōva issa” Vhagar is big. He opened his arms wide to let you see how big she is. “Bōsa se drāñe” Long and wide. He continued to describe her to you as you clapped in excitement. “Rōva Vhagar! Rōva Vhagar jorraēlan!” Big Vhagar! I love big Vhagar! You giggle together, his mother suggested him to find someone to talk to rather than hiding in his chamber. She knew he needed someone to listen. “We” you pointed to yourself then him, “Ride” taking his hands in yours “Together?” and tighten your hold on his. “Yes” A simple answer that brightens your whole face. “Hēnkirī Kipili?” We ride together? You pointed to yourself and him again, he nodded in agreement “Hēnkirī” Together.

While your friendship with the prince started to improve, he suddenly vanished out of your life after that day. He knew you were waiting for him every time the carriage arrived at the Dragonpit. The thing is, you appeared at the very vulnerable times of his life, the part he hated the most, the deep core of his weakness, he doesn't want to be weak anymore. Aemond believes that by cutting off any resemblance to his past, he would feel better as he turned into a person he never thought existed in him. He became a vengeful man full of rage and a thirst for blood. Abandoned the friendship you built together. But instead of you becoming a forgotten memory, you still wander in his mind sometimes, most of the time.

Dragonpit became one of his least favorite places after all the memories that taunted him, but at the same time, it's also the place he longed for the most. Although he didn't longed for a dragon anymore, he already claimed one and paid a great price for it. Instead, he longed for you. He has heard about you, how you become skillful at your position, taking care of each dragon in great detail. But he never order your attendance for Vhagar, he even forbidden from allowing you close to his dragon, despite knowing the obsession that you have with Big Vhagar. Aegon even talked of you, once, a pretty face wasted her years sunken in a pit.

At the darkest night, Aemond found himself thinking of you more and more. He imagined how your voice would've sound like, how tall you could've been, how fluent you would be in common tongue now. The grip that you have on him has never been loosened, if it ever did, it only seems to tighten more.

So he swallowed his pride as he stands here in the Dragonpit, at the same place but over half a decade different. Looking for you, many thoughts crossed his mind. Wondering if you have forgotten about him, unable to recognize your short-time companion anymore, or do you still remember him in great detail just as he did of you, angry at the sight of him and banishing him away. He wasn't sure if that was really you, a beauty standing with a bucket in each of your hands, a newly born dragon on your shoulder. You looked as if you're a Dragon goddess coming to life. “Sȳz Taoba, Morghul” Good boy, Morghul. You compliment the little dragon and he nods in pride as you feed him more fish, clapping at his wits.

When Aemond gets closer, you look up to him. He didn't know if it was surprise, displeasure or delight in your expression, a combination of all even. “Dārilaros” Prince. Your voice has matured and deepened through years, “Ruklītsos” Little Flower. A name he once heard your uncle called you. “Are you here to claim another dragon? Is one not enough for you?” the way your tone changed into bitterness blew away all his pride, but at the same time, he's quite impressed by your common tongue. “I am here to see my childhood companion” when he noticed the way your head tilted, he knew he better be careful with his next words. “I have not met her for so long, but she has grown into a lovely woman, a smart one too I've heard” you stand up with the little dragon in your hand. “A childhood companion you've neglected” A sly tone through your words to see if he can go anywhere from this. “I have not said it was you-”

“There's no any other childhood companion of yours other than me” If someone heard, they would've call you out to respect the prince. Before he could answer, you paced to the tunnel of the pit. He quickly followed you before he realized where he was heading to, until the darkness took over and suddenly he was three and ten, facing Dreamfyre again. Except this time, he was facing you. “Are you well? Aemond” you noticed the way he turned still “Aemond, sȳz iksā?” Aemond, are you well? Instead of answering you, he took a step back and left. He left you again.

It was a bad reunion after being apart for so long. You have changed and so did he. He shouldn't be a fool to think you could be friends again. That night, he thinks of all his life decisions. How stupid it is to end your friendship when everything goes well. He was a fool to treat you that way and to ignore you even when his sister told him that you have asked about him endlessly. Would it be possible for your friendship to heal its wound which he caused? “May the Smith mends the bond that has been broken far too long and forges us back as we have always meant to be together” That night he hopes to wake up with the strength of The Warrior to face you again.

As the sun rises in the east, he thinks of you as he eats, he imagines you as he reads and he finds himself on a journey to the Dragonpit again. There's a feeling enlightened inside of him, an affection he has not felt since he was a boy. A feeling of hope, excitement and wish that died when his eye was taken away.

The last interaction you two had before he completely disappeared from your life was one of the happiest he felt before he shut himself down from everyone. This was the moment he became merciless while you grew to be nurturing and forgiving. He waited until you walked out with loads of food in your hands. Dragons are rarely sick, but their need for food to survive is one of the most important things. They eat a lot and some of them do not hunt, especially the young ones. Your job was to make sure they ate well and remained at a balanced weight. “Skorkydoso iksā?” How are you? When he catches your attention, he gets closer. You step back, “Lenton jagon” Go home. It's no wonder you're mad at him, he is also mad at himself but he is trying to fix it. “Daor” No, he said firmly, opening his palm to reveal a gift he prepared for you. A golden ring shaped like a dragon's body, the head and the tail ended with a precious stone placed in the middle. “Daor” No, you make sure to say it the same way he did. “I will leave you alone but you must take this first” He tried to convince you but you didn't react in any motion so he continued “Vhagar wanted you to have this”. That seemed to convince you. You took the ring from his palm and took a closer look at all the details. “Fine” You said to him and he took your hand back, putting a ring on your finger. “Take this as a promise” He placed a kiss on your knuckles. Never in his life would he try to be this romantic, especially in public. Expecting to see a loving stare from you, instead you raised your eyebrows and took your hand from him. “Now, go home”.

He returned to Red Keep in a lighter mood. Is it possible to wed you? Would his mother give him her blessing? You have been living close to Dragonpit for so long with your uncle, he was a senior member and very trusted by his family. While your uncle swore his oath, you have yet to do the same.

Today, you didn't bring yourself to forgive him yet, he understood that it would take time but it needs to be quicker. He paced back and forth, thinking of how he could have your mercy. To give you what he has promised since that day.

He didn't bother you for a few days, keep it all to himself. His mother noticed the change in his behavior, how he wasn't “himself” from time to time. He finds thousands of reasons as his excuses, “I've changed” he once said to her and her expression was concerned.

As afternoon passed, he prepared to give you a surprise that would reunite the two of you after being apart for so long. He was dressed in leather, the weather would be colder, there might even be rain. Instead of taking a carriage like he used to. He took a horse instead and headed to where he had always found you. You were putting on a cloak, preparing to go somewhere else. “Vhagar is sick, she needs your help” His heart beaten, it's really happening. “Big Vhagar is sick?” You still remember, calling his dragon Big Vhagar as a reminder as if it's not the most noticeable trait. “Yes, she needs your help” his voice was heavy and you immediately fell for it. He seated you in front of him as he took you to Vhagar's lair. It was far outside the city to prevent any damage possible. Your back against his chest, you two were so close yet there's still a gap that killed him slowly.

When you arrived, you were amazed by the size of Vhagar. She really is big. You instantly take a look around Vhagar to see if there were any injuries, but there was nothing. “Liar” You called Aemond. “I could take your tongue for that, girl” Did he just threaten you? No, he meant to jest, he hoped you understood his intention. “I fear no knives” Your tone was ignited in flame, he had thought before that if you were a Targaryen, you would be unstoppable. There's already too much fire flowing in your blood.

“Are you meant to hurt me? Fooling me here to kill me?” He doesn't understand why you would think of that. “Never, I wanted us alone together, that's all” he noticed the ring on your finger, “You wear my ring” taking ahold of your hand. “Why wouldn't I?” Aemond didn't take his gaze from you. “Why did you leave me? after that night, why?” your voice weaken, “I waited moons and years! you just stopped and never returned to me” he can hear the sadness through your voice and see the tears on your pretty face. “I was protecting you” his excuse annoyed you even more. You came close to him and gripped his arms, “From what?” Your face and his were close, “From me” But instead of getting any closer, you push him away. “Then why did you come back? to hurt me?” He cornered after you into the cave. It was dark and warm. “To do as I promised you” In the darkness, you can feel his face close to yours. “A Promise?” you whisper, “Don't you remember?” He holds your face in his hands “Hēnkirī Kipili” We ride together.

Aemond holds your body as the two of you mount atop of Vhagar. The sun was about to set with the sky brightening in red, white and blue. With Aemond's command, Vhagar rises from the sandy beach. You screamed from the thrill through your body. As the sky got closer and closer, you clutched his hand hard and looked at him. Is this the moment when it happened? While he was composed on whether he should do it or not, you kissed him straight away. It was a release after years of resistance and avoidance. High up here in the sky, no one can see or judge him and you. He felt like himself again, but not like he was beaten to weakness anymore. With you, everything was at peace, he would shield you from the ruthless world and fly across the known world to give you everything.

When Vhagar landed, you were in delightful. Stroking the rough skin of the she-dragon. “Kirimvose, rōva Vhagar” Thank you, big Vhagar. Turning to Aemond, “I have not fully forgiven you” You seat yourself on horseback, return to the city with your childhood friend and likely, your lover.

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Tuesday Riddell

Triptych of Adriaan Reins - Hans Memling

Martha and Mary Magdalene - Caravaggio

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MASTERLIST

“AEMOND TARGARYEN”

✉ Across The Known World

Fluff • Aemond and his way of showing you his love through gifts. And one time where you showed your love back to him.

★ All The Stars Aligned

Fluff • You simply are a mastermind, plotting your scheme into getting what you want.

♰ Death With Dignity

Angst • The Aftermath of your husband's death leads you to your own ending.

✧ Diamond of the Season

Fluff • As the diamond of the season, no one could ever deny you, not even your one-eye prince.

♫ Songbird of the Courtroom

Fluff & Angst • You are a new court singer and couldn't help but wonder if the prince is not please with your voice.

⚖ Two Halves of a Whole

Hurt & Comfort • After his wife's suspicious behavior, Aemond finds out of her doings & decided to see it for himself.

⚔ Mends The Broken Bond

Fluff & Angst • May the Smith mends the bond that he broke far too long and forges him and you back together in a longtime promise.

𖤓 Please, Please, Please

Fluff & Angst • Aemond has begged for many things in his life and for one last time, he gets down on his knees and begs for you.

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[malisorn]

★ || 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | You always have a way of getting what you want and if you want to marry the prince, you will ๋࣭ ⭑ Inspired by “Mastermind - Taylor Swift”

Warnings & Suggestions | Fluff, very low-key Soft Dark Reader, Reader being a literal mastermind, No Physical Description of Reader

Red Keep is a place full of power-hungry men and determined women. To survive in a place like this, you need to outsmart the fools, yet you can't outdo the wise, you can't be too bright or too dull either. Everyone has their parts to play as each other's pawn. You do too, but the difference is you knew your pawn and the game you play.

Your parents have told you before that your purpose here is to marry a man from a noble house, gain an alliance and live a life raising heirs. But those words didn't please your ears, you won't wait for them to sell you off to a drunkard who would father dozens of bastards. For the least, you would like to wed someone you want and you knew you have a choice the night you saw him for the first time, you knew he was meant to be yours and nothing was gonna stop you.

A Targaryen man from the blood of the dragon, the son of the King, the prince of the realm. The Targaryens often marry within their own family, although his mother is a Hightower. His brother and sister were already married with a set of twin. While he is still a man free of betrothal, soon enough, his queen mother and grandfather would find him a match, a match that would only end with you and him.

After countless nights, you have come up with a plan. You begin with weeks of observing him and caught up to his routine. He wakes up early, practices swordplay every morning and noon. In the evening, he can be found in the library reading a book about the olden days or morals of life. Often times, you saw him on Vhagar as they flew around, breathing dragonfire. You looked up to the wide sky and the mighty beast. Sooner or later, you will be mounting that dragon. On a day where he was not seen in a training yard, he would accompanied his queen mother and sister, those who he seems to be close with the most. After writing down all this information, you try to figure out all about him and every possibility. Now, you know what you must do to ensure a seat beside him.

You started with appearing everywhere he was. He visited the Sept? You were also there praying to the maiden. He read in the library? You were already there, picking one of his favorite book. He goes to spend time with his sister? There you are linked in arms with Helaena as you two walk through the garden. And to lit the fuse, your hand suddenly brushed his as you walked pass him every single time, as if it's all accidental, you didn't even pay a mind to look back, only walk away. After multiple times, brief glances started to exchange, polite smiles spread across your face when you catch his gaze, yet no conversation was ever occurred, not until-

“My Lady” he called out. Finally, you think to yourself with a sly smile before turning to him with a naively confused face. “My Prince” You stood calm and flashed him a smile. All the groundwork you have laid leads you here, to this moment, just as you have planned.

Ever since then, you two have been seen together more than often. A walk through the garden side by side, a match of cyvasse in the library that somehow ends with your victory, and a quiet evening as you two paced on a beach. “I am thankful that the gods have brought us together, My Lady” he said. You're welcome. “Same as I, my prince, fate is truly a mysterious work of art.” You smirk before switching back to a naive one. You cannot be too obvious. He can't know but only if he did. Fate really is a powerful thing, but it is useless without the work of one or another. You wouldn't be standing here with him if all you did was pray and hope for the best. You have to plan and take actions. With that, you get closer to him inch by inch every day. It takes time and you are more than welcome to provide. He grew to trust you, softened only for you, and a bond of a lifetime was formed.

Now, the two of you are holding each other's arms at a grand wedding decorated in shade of white and silver, flowers and silks laid down to perfection, standing in front of the Septon as you exchange your vows to your other half in front of your gods and your kins.

“With this kiss I pledge my love”

“And I, take you for my lord and husband"

"And I, take you for my lady and wife"

The Septon pronounces you as one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. A husband and a wife, a long lifetime of love and devotion.

After the wedding, you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. You have always been this way since your childhood. You like having a little fun with your head and finding ways to get what you want while also being entertained in a way. You like to be loved but don't like to show others of how much you've done to get them. So is it wrong to trick him into loving you? You were not quite sure. To be fair, you didn't force him! You just set everything up from meeting him, talking to him and then it just presents its way, right? You didn't poison or bewitch him into loving you, didn't even harm anyone through your plan of becoming his wife, so why is it that you feel responsible for it all? You think about it for a while and decide that it must be said.

On a peaceful night when you and your husband lay on your shared bed. You confessed your “little schemes” to him, expecting a confusing reaction or shocking response, but instead, he simply smirks, the very same way you did when he first talked to you, “I knew”. Oh, “You knew!? You never- You never showed me that you did!”. After all these times, he has always knew. A wide smile spread across your face, he knew and he let you do it all. Why wouldn't he? It led him to you and now he's yours.

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Catching Butterflies - Emile Eisman Semenowsky

Astrology Signs Mosaic - Museum of Islamic Civilization, UAE

Maria Cristina of Bourbon - Vicente López

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♫ || 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

Pairings | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | You are a new court singer performing the first time at the royal feast, everything seems fine except the strained look on the prince's face ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Aegon II, Physical Harassment, Fluff, Angst, No Physical Description of Reader, Reader being anxious, Very Cheesyyyyyyy

For all your life, you have always been fascinated with songs and poetry. All the love stories and sweet melodies filled your head with hopeless fantasy. That's how it brings you here, singing at the feast for the prince of the realm, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. You have heard a stories of him claiming the largest dragon then lost his left eye as an exchange, you even wrote a song about him. From where you stand, he is close to what you have imagined, with the blood of the dragon and their notable looks, he bears the same silver hair and lilac eye.

Everyone at the feast are enjoying themselves, lords and ladies are dancing around to the sound of your voice and the tune of the band. You couldn't help but notice the prince, it is the his name day so why is he sitting there, all stern and bored? Is it because of your voice? Are you not singing well? Perhaps these types of songs are not his taste? You look at your bandmate and he gives you an encouraging look. This is your first time performing in front of the court, you are anxious and just wished to do your best to entertain them all. You returned to look at the main table again and see the prince looking directly at you. Nervous, you quickly avoid his gaze and return to the nobles who are having the times of their lives.

Once the feast ended, you returned to your chamber, all exhausted, and think of how today has done you well, except for the prince. He is a complex man but you couldn't help and worried that you did not do your part well enough, it is his name day and all you wished is to bring him joy despite the fact that you never knew him personally. After cleaning yourself and changing to your nightwear. You laid on your bed and thought of what caused him to act that way on such joyous event.

“What if he hates the sound of my voice?”

“What if he hates the way I worded my lyrics?”

“What if I got replaced before I even get a chance to sing at my second performance?”

The next day, a handmaiden of Princess Helaena informed you that she wanted to have you occupied her times at noon. You dressed yourself in a simple gown of blue and silver, the royal house was kind enough to present you with proper gowns for occasions, many of them are fine silks with detailed embroidery. When you arrive at the chamber, the princess noticed you and quickly told you to sit on a chair next to her, “My princess, what would you like to hear?” you asked her, she looked up to you with kind eyes and smiled “Anything really, I enjoyed your voice at the feast, it's really lovely.”. Her sweet words make you feel relieved, you sit next to her as you start playing and singing about the conquest. You thought that maybe she wanted to hear about her house's stories and the conquest has always been one of your favorite choice to sing.

From time to time, she would ask you about your life like where you came from, how did you started singing and you started to relax until the chamber's door opened and you saw him. You turn to sit straight and look down at your lute, how can he intimidated you so well? you think to yourself, Aemond walked in and sat himself opposite of his sister. “How have you been?" Helaena asked him, you stopped playing to let the conversation flows freely while you listened quietly. “Good, and you, sister?” you like the sound of his voice, wondering what he would sound like when he sings. “Good as well, you remember the singer from the feast last night? Her voice is very beautiful, don't you think?” she looked at you and turned to look at him. He simply hummed, nothing more, he is stressing you out again, you go back to playing and singing while he simply sits there the whole time.

When you returned to your chamber, you let out a huge sigh, it was awkward and you haven't settled well for life at court. How you missed the life as a wandering singer, traveling through towns to towns, every day and night are stories of endless journey. It's good for a time but it's just as dangerous as it could be. Men do not know boundaries when it comes to entertainers so when the gold cloaks came to you and took you to Red Keep, you were quite uneasy. You met the Hand who was in charge of the small council, future of the realm and all of those parts including an upcoming celebration of the King's second son. You were known for your talents, not only did you sing, you also played instruments like your favorites, lute and harp. Your name was praised through streets of King's Landing, though you mostly performed at Flea Bottom, many won't expect to find you there since it's a dangerous place filled with crimes, foul men and rats. The Hand told you that being a court singer came with its benefits, a safe place to sleep, foods to eat, gifts if you did your duty well, all the goods and comforts, after hearing those offerings, you agreed.

Now, you look out through the window to the view of the city. If you wanted to taste freedom again even for a night, who could stop you? without a second thought, you put on a cloak and find your way to Flea Bottom. The hours are getting late once you arrived and the fun has just begun. Walking down the street, many recognized you, the women of the brothel especially, smiled as they called out your name.

You walked into a local winesink where your fellow singer had sung at, and took a seat as you enjoyed the show alone until a man sat next to you and ruined all the fun with his grip on your arm. You ignored him but once you felt his hand, you tried to push him away until you laid your eyes on him, instantly recognized those silvery hair and purple gaze. This must be Prince Aegon, you have heard about him through the women at the brothels. He is clearly drunk and might be mistaken you for a whore, mumbling words out but you couldn't understand a thing. “Get off of me!” you told him, it is wrong to spoke that way to a prince but he was clearly drunk and didn't seem to mind, he gripped you even tighter and took you to sit on his lap. You struggle to break free from his force until someone takes him from you. A man, wearing a cloak, except that he is older with dark hair and dark eyes, calling for his prince as he tried to keep everything calm as much as possible, Prince Aegon continued his mumbling. Another man followed and you instantly recognized this one, Prince Aemond. They came to rescue Prince Aegon back, you think. Aemond saw you and he said something to another man before giving each other a nod as that man returned with Prince Aegon.

Aemond stood still and look at you while you try to look anywhere but him, he came closer and took your arm, “What are you doing here?” He sounds furious but why? “I simply wanted to enjoy a peaceful night, my prince" you answered him and look down to the floor, it seems to make him sound even more furious. “Peaceful night with a bunch of drunkards, have you gone mad? " his words offended you and you chose to walked away from him, he instantly followed you, you still don't understand why. You have always been smart enough to know what people wanted but not with him. He always managed to get you all confused and nervous, you can't take it no more. He called out your name and took your hand, the two of you entered a narrow alley, “You listen to your prince and return back now” how can he suddenly talks to you and orders you around now, he might be a prince but that's not enough to stop you. “I have enough!” you shouted at him, guilt follows you right after but it couldn't stop you now, “Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand. Last night you wouldn't even danced or enjoyed any seconds of my voice, you made me doubt myself!” tears forming through eyes and instead he just chuckled. “You really are a stupid girl” he took your hand and led you back to Red Keep.

It was a long walk of silence but he never lets go of your hand, you don't want him to either. But the confusion has already overwhelmed you so you just stopped walking, he turned to look at you, “What do you not like about me?” your voice is shaken. “Just tell me, please, is it my voice? or my songs?” You keep questioning him. He looks annoyed now, “No” short and plain. “Then what is it? Why are you so cold? so hard to understand?” you are on the verge of tears again, gods, how you hated when this happened. “Nothing, keep walking” his voice is still as though he didn't feel a thing. “No! there's something, it was your name day and you don't seem content”. He sighed again “And why is that? Who are you to care whether I am content or not on my name day?”. You are not sure what to say because he was right, you are not close to him, not even his family so why do you care so much. “I just wish to see you happy” that's all you said. His face softened, his hand still wrapped around yours, nothing was said after.

He escorted you back to your chamber and made sure you didn't leave again. When he returned to his chamber. He couldn't help but grin a little, “I just wish to see you happy” he replayed those words to himself. How thoughtful of you, never knowing of his cruelty. While the other ladies frightened at the sight of him. You only chose to come closer, begging to know more. Would it be possible for a prince to marry a lovely court singer like you? He wished to, as much as he hates to admit it but he is quite smitten by you. That was the very first night that he slept well to the sounds of your voice in his head. How he loved to hear more, he wondered if you could write a song for him and you. A song where boys and girls would blush at, a song which men and women would dance to at their wedding, a song that would pass down through centuries, and especially a song to numb away his bitter pain with your honeyed-voice, his little songbird.

Author's Note | This is my first writing ever, I was quite nervous to post this since English is not my first language but feel free to recommend or suggest anything <3

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Madame Élisabeth spielt die Harfe - Charles Emmanuel Joseph Leclercq

The Lute Player - Caravaggio

Hearing - Jan Brueghel I & Peter Paul Rubens