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‘Open My Eyes to Everything that Closes My Heart’

(very little use of ‘Y/N’)

2k words

General warnings (the first link on the SERIES MASTERLIST) apply to this chapter and all future chapters.

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PLOT

You were a Belaerys, with the Blood of Old Valyria in your veins, future Queen of Sothoryos. Up until eight years before the Dance of Dragons, everyone thought the Belaerys family was gone after the Doom. You were well-respected by everyone except most of the Greens. Despite that, you were officially given a seat on the new High Council. The Hand, Otto Hightower, was trying to bring more countries to their aid, but his excuse was to bring peace between countries. Planning to wed you to Daeron, the Small Council of the Greens are shocked when Aemond refuses to offer you Daeron in order to take you for himself.

Aemond had heard about you. Three years older than Aemond himself, they said. He was told Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys would be arriving and she was to be convinced to join the Greens in their fight to keep the throne. Bringing in more dragons could be the deciding factor in the war to come and they were the only other family left who were dragon riders. It was thought that all Belaeryses were dead, but your family had made it to the opposite end of Sothoryos, with your ships & dragons and the family had been there ever since. There was a recently acquired map of Sothoryos brought to the table. It was made up of one giant continent and clusters of islands. Your country had been secretive for centuries, but the Greens and the Belaerys family both needed allies. So you went to King’s Landing, and there was already talk of wedding you to Daeron, the youngest son of Viserys I Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. Though they weren’t very happy about the situation.

Otto, referring to your peoples’ “lascivious behavior…lack of morals”, said that Loicato bastards keep both parents’ names, and royals are given middle names. Men and women can have as many as three plural marriages, and they even marry same-gendered partners. That part especially caught his attention. For as much as he wished he could explore that part of him, his desire for men as well as women, would not dissipate over time. It only got stronger. He really wished he could visit the home of the future Sothoryi Queen.

Otto cleared his throat to make sure Aemond was paying attention. “While she’s here, get her to see why being a part of this family will be beneficial to her people as much as ours. You must convince her to take Daeron as her husband.”

Aemond stared at Otto with his piercing gaze. “I am to play matchmaker for my brother? Does Daeron know? Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

Alicent answered him, “Yes, your brother knows, but he isn’t here and he won’t be back for a while—”

“Your brother is making sure our allies stay our allies.” Otto interrupted.

“Without having himself to offer in marriage?”

“It is much more important that we secure Sothoryos.”

Though kind of annoyed, Aemond was always ready to do as he was commanded. “When?”

“Six days time.”

Aemond was to meet you on the beach. He saw you from the keep just as you landed. You had been wearing a hood and mask to protect your face while flying, but you had removed it. You were getting off of your dragon when he finally approached. Your saddle was attached at the base of her neck; fitted for her enormous size. It was made of hemp, lightweight and strong, lined with caiman skin. It was the richest, most brilliant blue he had ever seen. But he also knew that you knew magic, as they did in Valyria, so he wondered if it was enchanted with some spell or other.

Your dragon was named Molcajete. She was black with dark purple markings. She was at least 20% bigger than Vhagar. Not to mention, she was very particular about who she would let get near her. Approaching your beast might be extremely difficult, if not deadly. Usually only when you asked her not to hurt them, would she allow someone to get close. But Aemond didn’t know that about her.

Molcajete never bothered leaning to the side to allow you to dismount easily, so you’d come up with the idea to use a rope, attached to the saddle. You wrapped the albaca fiber rope around your armour-clad arm and jumped off. It caused Aemond to start before he saw the rich violet - the shade of your banners - wrapped around your arm, holding you safe from a fall. It would have been painful without your leathers and armour. You dropped your feet to the ground and tossed the rope out of your way before removing your gloves, hood, mask, and cape. You didn’t see Aemond walking toward you and startled when he asked you how your flight had been. Your dragon whipped her head around to see what scared you and roared in Aemond’s face. He was shocked, to say the least, but he wasn’t scared.

“Molcajete…” You saw Aemond’s eye patch and immediately knew who he was. “This is Prince Aemond.” You stroked her, “I’m sure the prince didn’t intend to frighten me.” Molcajete looked at you as though she was listening carefully. “Kostilus, lykirī.” (‘Calmly, please.’) When she relaxed and looked away, you gave her one last command. “Hegnīr. Sōvēs.” (‘Like that. Fly.) With that, Molcajete walked away, beat her wings, rose into the air, and flew off. She sent back what can only be described as a sandstorm, from the beach sand, in her wake. You used your discarded cape to cover yourself and the Prince until it stopped.

Aemond could see your family coat of arms clearly emblazoned on a flag hanging around the dragon’s neck, once she was in flight. Purple Dragon Spitting a Blue Fireball, with a Blue Macuahuitl underneath, on Yellow. You were dressed as though you were going to battle. Your hair was dark grey (no doubt from the mix of Valyrian Belaerys blood with whatever people lived in Sothoryos) with blue-dyed tips. Aemond remembered his grandfather saying that Añil blue was only made is Sothoryos (it had become popular in Essos and Dorne) and royalty often used the blue to dye their brows and hair. You also had a septum piercing, painted the same colour as the tips of your hair. Your eyes were lined with an enchanted coal and they were an exquisite shade of purple with flecks of gold. They sparkled in the afternoon sunlight like so many stars in the night sky. He thought he was in love with you already.

“Kostilus?” (“Please?”) Aemond’s hands were behind his back, not even breaking a sweat over the dragon being annoyed with him.

“You have to respect them or they won’t respect you. We don’t actually have power over them, as so many dragon lords once believed. It’s a partnership.”

Aemond smirked, “Where did you find such a lovely dragon?”

“She chose me. In order to get a dragon, my people have to befriend one first, or have one born for them. Then they build a bond while training the dragon. And, as often as possible, manage to get a collar around it themselves, as well as try to mount it. After that, you make as many attempts as possible to ride it without a saddle. When you succeed, you have a dragon. This is to prove to the dragon that you’re not weak. Only once have I witnessed someone give up, but he did lose a leg, which would make riding a dragon near impossible.”

“That’s how I first rode Vhagar.”

“Then you’re already Sothoryi. Perhaps we should give you a middle name to set you apart from the Westerosi.”

“Your family is from Valyria, Princess. Why does she have a different name?”

You chuckled, “I may not even be half Valyrian at this point, as my family hasn’t kept the blood as pure as yours. Her real name is ‘Molcaxitl y Texolotl’, which is ‘Mortar and Pestle’. I shortened it to make it a little easier for the common tongue, but I mostly call her Molca.

Aemond nodded in agreement that it was a good name, then motioned for you to accompany him, “I thought Sothoryos was unlivable, and yet I was recently told of your existence.”

“When your original home is destroyed and you feel that you have nowhere else to go, then you find it within yourself to go further than Jaenara Belaerys.”

“Tell me of your home.”

“It’s mostly thick jungles. There’s a desert and plains, clear blue sea water, and beaches of pink, black, red, white, and green.”

“Black?”

“Yes, my Prince.” As you walked together, you continued, “My family went back to Valyria five years ago to see what remained. I had already been and told them there was nothing left, but they were determined. Then we went to Dorne. I assume the Hand found out about us from there.

I wanted to stay out of it for my people but my father, King Maegor Coatl Belaerys was convinced to elect me to send here. And my brother, Prince Baelor TezcacoatI Belaerys, to Dragonstone. Now my father is determined that we join the rest of the world. As well as save the dragons.” He remembered hearing about how all of your dragons were laying, but not one egg had hatched. He thought you meant to attempt mating some of the Belaerys females to one or more Targaryen or wild males.

You both walked for a few steps before you began your short version of how you found Molcajete. “I was in The Summer Islands and I saw a lavender and blue one fly overhead. I decided to search for it. The last Belaerys dragon died ten years before I found Molcajete. Gaelithox was mine, but he was old. Very old, but that made him a great beginner dragon.”

You laughed, but Aemond stopped you. “You mean to tell me, you’ve ridden more than one dragon?”

“Is that not customary here?”

“I’m not sure anyone has ever tried.” He began walking again, with you by his side. “Tell me more.”

“Well, two is the most any rider should ever have at once, and that’s if you ride every day. I came across a small island off of the southern coast of Asshai, which the dragons used as a nursery. Most of them are half Vhagar’s size. I followed a different dragon, white with orange markings, from Asshai to Ulthos, where there were at least seven dragons living. I went out every day for weeks and weeks, often bringing things to make them happy. I sang and spoke to them in Valyrian. One day, I used the command ‘Māzīs’ and Molcajete came to me. I didn’t even know there was one as big as she is, but the second she poked her head out of the cave, I knew she was going to be huge. It was still weeks before she let me ride her.”

“She’s even bigger than mine. How did you do it?” Aemond turned to look at you carefully with his one eye.

“I talked to them.” You could tell he was suspicious. “She allowed me to put a collar made of rope around her neck.” You leaned in close to him, “I held on really tight. That’s how it’s done where I’m from. First, you learn to ride without a saddle.”

“Were you frightened?”

“I was terrified when I first rode Molcajete. She’s young at heart, still. Took me on all sorts of twists and turns before she let me take over.”

“She must be at least as old as Balerion when he died.”

“Or older than Balerion would be now. She’s of Valyria.”

“How do you know?” You smirked at him, not wanting to give away all of your secrets. Aemond thought about how Molcajete flew away. “And you let her fly freely.”

“From what I was told, the pits aren’t big enough. She’s well-fed and usually only attacks if she’s threatened.”

“Or if someone threatens you.”

“Of course.” You turned into a hall. “Besides, I couldn’t bear forcing her into the pits when a dragon’s favourite thing to do is fly.”

Aemond began scheming. “Could you show me this island?”

“I could, but you won’t find them there. They’ve found a new place somewhere to nest and live, because too many people found out about them.”

Aemond quickly switched to getting to know you more. “What’s your full name? I assume you have one, like your father and brother.”

“Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, future Queen of Sothoryos.”

A twinge of disappointment struck Aemond’s chest. “You’re to be married?”

“I am to be Queen.” You stopped to face him. “I was chosen by my people to be our head. We have over a hundred members in positions of power, but my word will be law. It’s better to have a content citizenry. Better than rioting and anarchy.” You paused to remember a revolution you’d witnessed. “Trust me.”

He noticed the somber look on your face. “You’re right. It’s much more desirable to have satisfied subjects.” He held out his hand and you took it. He led you on your walk. “You should teach me your language, so I can learn what your name means.”

“Uel nimitsach se amo miatlamantin.” (‘I can teach you a few things.’) You winked at him as you continued ahead of him.

He thought, for once, someone new and exciting had come to King’s Landing.

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#aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond fic #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #hotd aemond #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #otto hightower #hotd #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #fan fic

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‘Open My Eyes to Everything that Closes My Heart’

(very little use of ‘Y/N’)

2k words

General warnings (the first link on the series masterlist) apply to this chapter and all future chapters.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Aemond stared at Otto with his piercing gaze. “I am to play matchmaker for my brother? Does Daeron know? Why doesn’t he do it himself?”

Alicent answered him, “Yes, your brother knows, but he isn’t here and he won’t be back for a while—”

“Your brother is making sure our allies stay our allies.” Otto interrupted.

“Without having himself to offer in marriage?”

“It is much more important that we secure Sothoryos.”

Though kind of annoyed, Aemond was always ready to do as he was commanded. “When?”

“Six days time.”

“Kostilus?” (“Please?”) Aemond’s hands were behind his back, not even breaking a sweat over the dragon being annoyed with him.

“You have to respect them or they won’t respect you. We don’t actually have power over them, as so many dragon lords once believed. It’s a partnership.”

Aemond smirked, “Where did you find such a lovely dragon?”

“That’s how I first rode Vhagar.”

“Then you’re already Sothoryi. Perhaps we should give you a middle name to set you apart from the Westerosi.”

“Your family is from Valyria, Princess. Why does she have a different name?”

Aemond nodded in agreement that it was a good name, then motioned for you to accompany him, “I thought Sothoryos was unlivable, and yet I was recently told of your existence.”

“When your original home is destroyed and you feel that you have nowhere else to go, then you find it within yourself to go further than Jaenara Belaerys.”

“Tell me of your home.”

“It’s mostly thick jungles. There’s a desert and plains, clear blue sea water, and beaches of pink, black, red, white, and green.”

“Black?”

You laughed, but Aemond stopped you. “You mean to tell me, you’ve ridden more than one dragon?”

“Is that not customary here?”

“I’m not sure anyone has ever tried.” He began walking again, with you by his side. “Tell me more.”

“She’s even bigger than mine. How did you do it?” Aemond turned to look at you carefully with his one eye.

“Were you frightened?”

“I was terrified when I first rode Molcajete. She’s young at heart, still. Took me on all sorts of twists and turns before she let me take over.”

“She must be at least as old as Balerion when he died.”

“Or older than Balerion would be now. She’s of Valyria.”

“How do you know?” You smirked at him, not wanting to give away all of your secrets. Aemond thought about how Molcajete flew away. “And you let her fly freely.”

“From what I was told, the pits aren’t big enough. She’s well-fed and usually only attacks if she’s threatened.”

“Or if someone threatens you.”

“Of course.” You turned into a hall. “Besides, I couldn’t bear forcing her into the pits when a dragon’s favourite thing to do is fly.”

Aemond began scheming. “Could you show me this island?”

“I could, but you won’t find them there. They’ve found a new place somewhere to nest and live, because too many people found out about them.”

Aemond quickly switched to getting to know you more. “What’s your full name? I assume you have one, like your father and brother.”

“Princess Y/N Xochital Belaerys, future Queen of Sothoryos.”

A twinge of disappointment struck Aemond’s chest. “You’re to be married?”

“Uel nimitsach se amo miatlamantin.” (‘I can teach you a few things.’) You winked at him as you continued ahead of him.

He thought, for once, someone new and exciting had come to King’s Landing.

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