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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 12- Woods Tell Secrets) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+) Non/Dub Con, injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst, blood, animal death

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen @heavenly1927 @watercolorskyy @purplegardenwhispers

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A/N: Hey!!! Long time no post! Life has been crazy but please take this very long chapter as an apology! I hope you enjoy!!!

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You placed a cup of tea in front of your grandsire as he reclined, the Maesters diligently attending to his back and face.

"Ah, thank you, my dear... ah..." He winced as the Maesters peeled back a piece of blackened flesh. This was a rare occurrence in the week since your family had departed, as the King remained in great health, even expressing a desire for a small trip to the Kingswood.

Your heels clicked as you walked back to the small table, preparing tea for yourself, though you detested it; your grandsire enjoyed it in the early morning hours. Turning around, you observed them examining his face, noting the discoloration starting to spread across his eye and cheek. You flinched as they probed around his eye, applying a poultice, which elicited a groan from the King.

"Do not worry, it does not pain me much... I am fine, truly." He reached for his cup, his hands trembling as he brought it to his lips. You hesitantly nodded, raising your own cup, suppressing a grimace as you swallowed.

"Your Grace, I believe you should rest, if you wish," the Grand Maester suggested, only to be swiftly dismissed.

"I will do nothing of the sort. Leave us, I wish to have tea with my... granddaughter." His pause weighed heavily on your heart, and you noticed his sorrowful expression as he attempted another sip of his tea. Reluctantly, the Maesters gathered their materials, assisting your grandsire in donning a shirt before exiting the chamber.

"How are you feeling, grandsire? Are you truly well?" You set your cup down, leaning forward as if anticipating a secret revelation.

He chuckled softly, coughing before soothing his throat with a sip of tea. "I am. I believe the medicines have greatly aided me. That, and your gentle care."

You offered a sheepish smile, sinking back into your chair. Your fingers toyed with the folds of your red dress.

"That was your mother's dress, when she was young, well, closer to your age," your grandsire remarked, eyeing the fabric bunched in your hand.

"Yes, many of my clothes were hers. I am fortunate they all fit; they are such beautiful pieces," you replied with a smile, glancing down as your grandsire took another sip of his tea.

He squinted as he examined the necklace adorning your neck, focusing on the ruby pendant. "That is new."

Your cheeks flushed as you realized you had forgotten about the necklace, twirling the gem between your fingers. You managed only a nod, concealing any hint of secrecy.

You enjoyed the silence until the sound of your grandsire's discomfort pulled you up and rushing to his side. "Grandsire?"

"This thing... It burns..." He closed his eyes in pain, moving his hand over his face, shaking. You quickly rushed for a cloth, then searching for a water pitcher. With the damp rag, you softly removed the poultice, earning a soft exhale as he softly whispered, "Thank you..."

You nodded quietly, noting the inflammation on his skin once the poultice was removed. "Of course."

The door swung open, and the Queen entered, halting abruptly as she observed you stepping back with the rag. "What has happened?"

You placed the rag in a bowl, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. "The poultice was causing him pain, it was burning him."

Alicent swallowed, her expression unreadable. "I see. Are you both prepared for the journey? Is everything packed? Has your handmaiden taken care of everything?"

You nodded briskly as the Queen fired off her questions. "Yes, Mara helped me pack last night."

Alicent hummed thoughtfully. "Good. However, I intended to discuss the matter of your betrothal with you."

Your body tensed, releasing your grip on your grandsire's shoulder and clasping both hands in front of your stomach. The King attempted to rise. "Not now, Alicent."

You disregarded your grandsire's plea. "What about my betrothal?"

The Queen straightened her back, mirroring your hand position. "No need to worry. I have already spoken with Aemond. After the incident with the... dragons, I believe the public does not truly understand how two people who dislike each other could be betrothed."

You shrugged. "Isn't that how betrothals usually work?"

Alicent paused, a small gasp escaping her lips before she quickly composed herself, replacing her disappointment with a forced smile. "You're right. But we already have too many unhappy royal matches; we cannot afford to have any more, can we? You both seemed content when you first arrived, so why not keep up appearances?"

You pursed your lips, smoothing over your dress before stepping forward. "Of course, Your Grace."

Sensing your growing pride, she hastily added, "You may take your leave. I'm sure you wish to meet with Helaena..." She cast a disdainful glance at your neck, but her smile remained unwavering.

You nodded, bowing your head first to the King, then to the Queen. However, before you could slip out of the room, the Queen spoke again, "Oh, and I have taken it upon myself to assign you your own personal guard. Ser Erryk is waiting outside. I thought it prudent since you will be staying with us."

Ser Erryk had initially been your mother's personal guard before she departed for Dragonstone, so you were acquainted with the twin. Nevertheless, the idea of having a personal guard felt peculiar. "Thank you, Your Grace."

Ser Erryk stood at attention, nodding once as you exited the chambers. You proceeded down the hall, the metallic click-clack of Ser Erryk's armor echoing behind you as he struggled to keep pace. Truthfully, you acknowledged the wisdom in the Queen's decision to provide you with a personal guard; she likely recognized your tendency to wander the Red Keep's halls, occasionally outmaneuvering most individuals.

"Ser Erryk, do you accompany me everywhere?" You spun on your heel, gathering your red skirts as you walked backward.

"Within reason, Princess. If you prefer, I can part ways with you here," Ser Erryk replied plainly, his footsteps gradually slowing. You squinted slightly, noting a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Very well, Ser Erryk. You may go and... occupy yourself," you instructed, watching as he promptly turned on his heel and strode down the corridor. Glancing over your shoulder as you turned around, you made your way toward a familiar chamber up ahead.

In the past days, Aegon had descended into drunken frenzy, rarely seen without a cup in hand for more than a moment. You endeavored to steer clear of his inebriated outbursts, as they often led to violent altercations fueled by his wine. Two days ago, during dinner, when the Hand suggested he should cease his excessive drinking and attend to more pressing matters, Aegon's response was to hurl the glass he held, shattering several plates in the process.

His chambers were scarcely guarded; occasionally, Ser Arryk would be stationed nearby, permitting only Alicent and a few maids entry. However, this time, no one stood watch. Quietly, you turned the handle of the door, slipping inside and closing it with a soft click.

The room was in disarray, even worse than your previous visit. Wine casks cluttered every available surface, the drapes drawn shut except for the balcony windows left ajar to welcome the morning breeze. Sheets lay strewn across the bed, but you noticed a lump beneath a thin white coverlet, prompting you to call out softly.

"Aegon?" you whispered. Aegon grumbled, shifting onto his side, still obviously asleep. "Aegon."

He spat out, "I told you; I'm not fucking going."

Alicent must have visited him earlier, prompting you to approach, drawing nearer to the bedside. His hair resembled a tangled mess of white waves, dark circles forming beneath his eyes, and even at this early hour, his lips were tinged pink from the wine.

"Not even for me?" you whispered, prompting him to slowly rouse from his slumber. His arms stretched out before he rubbed his eyes, letting out a sleepy yawn.

"Hm? Oh, it's you," his voice softened. "Come to pay me a little visit?"

You playfully patted his arm, perching on the edge of the bed. "I came to see if you were ready, which obviously you are not."

"Oh, what's the fuss about? It's just one stupid trip in a cramped carriage. I don't even like hunting," he grumbled, sitting up on his elbows, causing the sheet to slip down to his abdomen. His gaze swept over your dress and your beautifully braided hair. "You look too pretty for a trip to the damn woods."

"Well, I heard there's to be a feast, music..." you began, but noticed Aegon's lack of interest. His hand wandered to the red fabric of your skirts, rolling it between his thumb and index. "Wine."

He arched a brow. "Are you trying to persuade me? It didn't work for my mother, and it won't work for you. You should get going before they leave you behind..."

You glanced down at him, gently pulling your skirts from his grasp as you stood. Walking to a nearby table, you absentmindedly spun a cup between your fingers, watching the red liquid pool at the bottom. The sheets rustled behind you, and you turned to see Aegon rolling onto his side, his body barely covered as he lay watching you. Raising the cup, you overturned it, spilling the drink onto the table.

"What in the seven hells are you doing?" Aegon sprang from the bed, snatching the cup from your grasp. He closed the distance between you, pinning you against the table and himself. "That was a perfectly good glass of wine."

You smirked triumphantly. "I got you out of bed, didn't I? Might as well get ready."

Aegon let out a throaty laugh, wagging his finger. "You really want me to come?"

"I'd like for you to be with your family. Your father is in good health; you might as well be with him before..." You paused, noticing Aegon's nakedness before you. It was difficult not to glance down at his slowly hardening member. Your mouth went dry at the sight. His abs were toned, and you yearned to run your hands over his body, feeling his warmth.

His lips hovered over yours, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to finish your words, but they would not form, gasping for air as he inched closer. "Was that the only reason you want me to come? Or do you want me there for those cold nights in your tent?"

"Do not flatter yourself..." You finally squeaked out, attempting to stand closer in defiance but his warm body engulfed your clothed one. Your hand slowly crept down, not truly knowing what to do next except to slightly brush his thick shaft with your fingertips.

Aegon let out a ridged breath, as his eyes remained glued to yours as your fingers brushed against his cock again, slowly moving up and down his length. Picking up the pace, you moved to his ear, "We leave within the hour."

Aegon let out a groan, cocking his head to the side trying to catch your lips but fails. "Then you mustn't tease..."

Your hand slowed, looking up at him with doe eyes, "Only if you swear to go."

Aegon's eyes grew dark, letting out another groan before nodding. Your hand pumped faster as you reached up to his face, lacing your lips with his. You were not used to how vocal Aegon was, with every touch he groaned, moaned, begged, and you loved the power you felt. He was now feeling how you felt, like putty in your hands, his knees buckled at every soft tug you gave him as he whimpered in your ear, "Y/N..."

Your lips perked up in a smile as he moaned your name, slowing your pace again. You remembered how else woman in Flea Bottom pleasured men, so before Aegon could protest in your slowing motion, you kneeled down before him, where his cock was right in front of your face. Your face felt like it was burning, feeling your heartbeat in your ears as you looked up through your lashes, noticing Aegon's gaze remained on you, waiting.

"Go on."

You inched closer, your soft breath hit his red tip, gulping before licking it softly. Aegon shuttered, grabbing your hair, pulling it free of its braid. Your tongue slowly worked around the soft tip, around the slit, indulging in the sweet groans spilling from Aegon's throat. Finally, you slid the tip in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head back and forth going deeper and deeper. You felt every vein pulsate in your mouth, as it twitched when you pushed all the way down, until your nose brushed against the tufts of silver around his base.

"Y/N... Fuck..." He moaned harshly, his grip tightened on your hair as he snapped his hips towards your mouth, fucking it at an animalistic pace. "Look at you... Taking my cock so well."

You gagged at each thrust; tears filled in your eyes as you felt his cock twitch as he neared his end. The lude sounds of saliva gushing around filled the room, as the air went thick. His thrusts became sloppy as his seed quickly shot into the back of your throat, the sour sweet mixture mixed with your saliva as you pulled away, swallowing the remains and wiping your mouth clean.

You remained on your knees; your ears burned in embarrassment. Aegon panted, leaning over you as his cock went semi hard in front of your view. You slowly raised, trying to avoid Aegon's gaze as you tried walking past him, but you were stopped by his harsh grip, throwing you back against the table.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was rough, leaving sloppy kisses around your neck and jaw, his hands exploring your body as he attempted to lift your skirts. Your moans only encouraged him as he lifted you onto the table, causing pitchers and dishes to crash. "Did you think you could just do that and not get a rise out of me?"

"Aegon... We mustn't," you all but moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair, kissing his lips and neck as he thrust his hips into you. You wanted to, your body craving him in this moment, your core pulsating with desire at every touch he bestowed upon you. The sensation of Aegon's hardening cock pressing against your leg only heightened the intensity of the moment.

"Why not? You started this..." Aegon moved to your shoulders, grateful that your dress was off-the-shoulder and easily accessible. The kisses soon turned into bites as he attempted once again to lift your skirts.

"Aegon, I'm serious. Everyone is ready to depart..." you pleaded, pushing his hands away and meeting his deep violet eyes. You knew he didn't care, but he was well aware of what his mother would do if they were both late.

"Then I suggest you fix yourself, you're a mess," he smirked, pushing you away and rummaging through the piles of clothes in the room.

You searched for a mirror, examining your appearance. Your braid had come undone, a detail the Queen would surely notice, so you set about redoing it as best you could, pinning it back away from your face. Your lips were swollen, but there was little you could do to remedy that. Stepping back, you began adjusting your dress, momentarily forgetting about Aegon's presence.

"You do look beautiful," he spoke softly, wrapping his now clothed arms around your waist and swaying with you in his embrace. His eyes lingered as you closed yours, then drifted to the necklace, eliciting a soft smirk from him.

"Careful now, I might think you've started to fall in love with me," you joked, but he withdrew his arms with a sigh. You followed as he made his way to another table, pouring himself a glass of wine and downing it before grabbing another.

"Let's be off. We shouldn't be late, after all."

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The carriage was a bit packed, just as Aegon had predicted. Aegon and Aemond occupied the far side of the carriage, both gazing out the window, while you and Helaena sat opposite them. Helaena's wet nurse for the children sat beside her.

"I think the fresh air would do nicely for the children," Helaena smiled, bouncing Jaehaerys on her lap. Jaehaera squealed as the carriage bumped along, fidgeting in the arms of the wet nurse.

"Princess..." the wet nurse attempted to calm the toddler, but Jaehaera easily wriggled free, tottering to the other side of the carriage and tapping Aegon's leg.

After several attempts to gain his attention, she babbled loudly enough to capture his notice, prompting him to scoop her up in his arms. It was a heartwarming sight to see Aegon whispering to his daughter, yet it also elicited a pang in your chest, reminding you of the wrongness of feeling so attached to him. He was not yours; he could never be yours; you were meant to marry Aemond... But even he was not truly yours either.

"I feel as though this trip will be the start of something..." Helaena leaned in toward you, her tone secretive. "For days, I've had this feeling... like there's a storm brewing around King's Landing, swirling and engulfing everyone in its darkness. A monster lurks within the walls of the Keep, growing and waiting... I'm glad we left; perhaps things will improve."

You cocked your head at her words, trying to process them. It wasn't the phrasing that confused you, but the fear that spilled from her lips, as if there truly was something looming, ready to harm everyone. "Then let's enjoy the peace while we can."

Helaena hummed, watching as Jaehaerys struggled to sit on your lap. Once nestled in, he slowly began to snore. In Aegon's arms, Jaehaera rested against him, sucking on her fingers as she slept. The road to the Kingswood was long, and you had been riding for hours, but the end of the journey was nearing.

Tension hung thick in the carriage. Aemond refused to meet your gaze, staring blankly out the window as he fiddled with his jacket. On the other hand, Aegon couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, even as he held his daughter. You knew your actions had ignited something in him, as they had in you. You yearned for him to take you, to lift your skirts and make you scream his name until you could no longer speak... It was becoming unbearable.

Fortunately, the city of tents came into view, prompting the wet nurse to quickly gather the children before the carriage halted. Cheers erupted from the lords and ladies as Alicent and your grandsire exited their private carriage, everyone congratulating him on his good health.

Aegon stood up, slightly hunched over in an attempt to stretch, peering outside the tiny window at the throng of people. "All these people came for him," he scoffed, leaning against the frame.

As the carriage doors were about to open, you quickly suggested, "I think both of you should hold the children. Show everyone the next generation of the dragon..."

Aegon glared at you blankly, but Helaena gently squeezed your arm as she rose, reaching for the wet nurse to hand over her children. The door opened, and Aegon stepped out, taking Jaehaerys in his hands, waiting at the bottom for Helaena, who carried Jaehaera. The crowd erupted into applause.

You hesitated for a moment, reluctantly glancing up at Aemond, who was already standing. He seemed uninterested in the pageantry of the trip, but he loved his mother and would play his part.

"Just pretend," he whispered, extending his hand.

"Just pretend," you echoed, forcing a smile as you took it. He exited first, then turned back to help you out of the carriage. The crowd was larger than you had anticipated, with lords and ladies from Casterly Rock, Storm's End, Oldtown, and Highgarden all present, clad in their house colors, while smaller houses stood among them.

The biggest tent was filled to the brim with food and wine. Meat sizzled on the grill alongside fresh vegetables and bread, with sweet treats laid out for the gossiping ladies to indulge in when the wine ran low. However, you didn't foresee the wine running out anytime soon, as cask upon cask stood ready to be tapped.

Aemond stood by your side, both of you wearing the same fake smile as numerous ladies approached, inquiring about the wedding planning.

"In truth, there's so much to consider. From the food to the decorations, it becomes... challenging," you replied, smiling at Lady Lynesse Hightower, Alicent's aunt. "The Queen has been very attentive throughout the planning process."

"That's wonderful to hear. I imagine you both must be very excited to wed," Lady Lynesse remarked, her gaze drifting over your smiling faces and then to Aemond's arm around yours as you traced circles on it. "You would both make beautiful children."

Heat flooded your cheeks, rendering you momentarily speechless. Aemond spoke up in response, "We would, wouldn't we?"

You managed a cheeky smile, scrunching your nose. "Of course. I consider myself truly fortunate."

Meanwhile, Aegon observed from a distant table, noting the closeness between you and Aemond. It made him feel sick. He found himself drinking more wine, nearly finishing a cask himself, bitterly watching as you moved around the tent, seemingly displaying your affection for his brother, or so he believed.

After leaving Lord Redwyne, Aemond finally escorted you to a table laden with wine and fruits. You picked up a glass, quickly gulping down the sweetness before setting it back down.

Aemond's gaze lingered on you, as if he were trying to provoke a reaction. He gently brushed a lock of your hair before leaning in. "Do you think they bought it?"

You surveyed the room, observing everyone laughing and drinking. You searched for the Queen, but she floated around the room, engaging with the guests. "It doesn't matter if they believe it. She needs to."

A sigh escaped Aemond's lips as he scanned the room for someone, perhaps Helaena. "I truly don't wish to be stuck by your side all evening. There are other things I could be doing."

You hummed in response. "Oh, of course. I don't want you to suffer by my side. Besides, I imagine you'd prefer to entertain your sister while everyone is distracted?"

Aemond's grip on your arm tightened, drawing closer. To an onlooker, it might have seemed like he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "Say that out loud again, and you'll regret it."

You narrowed your eyes, unfazed by his empty threats. "You don't scare me, Aemond. It doesn't concern me what you do with your... free time."

Aemond's lips curled into a smile. "And what do you do in your free time? I hear you've been assigned a new personal guard. Are you going to uphold the family tradition and seduce this one?"

You recoiled from his touch. "What are you insinuating, uncle?"

"I'm merely suggesting..." He smirked, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Targaryen women have their needs... But I'm not certain if they're being met. Unless they are, pray tell, who would it be?"

Your face flushed with embarrassment at his words. "I am perfectly capable of tending to my needs on my own."

Silence enveloped you both, suffocating in its intensity. The Queen gently took hold of both your arms, smiling. "Is everything alright?"

Aemond kissed his mother on the head before hurrying away. You nodded curtly. "Of course."

Alicent nodded in return. "Perfect. I have more people for you to meet..."

You stood in the midst of the room, listening to the muted chatter of the women gathered around the desserts. Helaena sat on the couch, shifting over slightly to make room for you, but you were too mentally drained to notice. She rose from her seat, gently guiding you to a quiet table nearby. The men had congregated outside by the bonfire, discussing hunting and other masculine pursuits, leaving the women to engage in talks of betrothals, scandals, and more.

"It's all quite overwhelming, isn't it?" She smirked, casually turning her shoulder away from the other women. "I wouldn't be surprised if some of those ladies have a stable boy waiting in their tent."

You chuckled, attempting to muffle it with your hand. "Or perhaps a handmaiden."

Helaena tried to stifle her own laughter, resting her head on your shoulder for support. You wanted to confide in her, to ask for her advice, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Could you really tell her that you wished to fuck Aegon?

"Hel, there's something I need to tell you."

She perked up at your tone of secrecy, leaning in closer so you wouldn't have to speak too loudly.

"I, uh... I have someone... a paramour," you confessed, wincing as you awaited her reaction. Yet instead of anger, you found pure excitement in her expression.

"Oh! That's wonderful news, Y/N! Isn't it thrilling?" She grasped your hands, gently rubbing them with her thumbs. "Can I ask who it is?"

You shook your head hesitantly. "I don't think..."

"That's okay. I completely understand. After all, I haven't even told you about my own paramour..." She smiled, unaware that you already knew.

Your thumbs continued to rub her hands, attempting to distract yourself from thoughts of Aemond, even Aegon, though they persisted in haunting your mind.

"Y/N, are you alright? Would you like some fresh air?" Helaena leaned in, noticing your detachment.

"Yes, please," you murmured, allowing Helaena to lead you out of the tent. The sky displayed a beautiful blend of pink and purple hues, the crisp air caressing your skin, accompanied by the scent of smoke. Men roared with laughter around the King, drinking carelessly, their figures teetering dangerously close to the fire.

"Come, let's leave the men..." Helaena guided you through the maze of tents, weaving around until it was just the two of you. The soft chirping of crickets faded with each step until you halted, turning to gaze at the smoke billowing into the sky.

Though neither of you spoke, the sense of tranquility enveloped you both. Helaena knew that by leading you this far away, she could speak openly with you, without veiled words, only the truth.

"So, have you... indulged in..." Her choice of words caused you to burst into laughter, struggling to maintain a serious demeanor. Unable to resist, Helaena joined in, gripping your arms as she tried to contain herself. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shook your head. "No, there's no need to apologize." You bit your lip, contemplating what to disclose to her, but you trusted her to keep a secret. "We haven't, officially... but we've engaged in some... activities."

Helaena squealed with excitement, jumping slightly and clapping her hands.

"You don't think it's improper of me? To be involved in these... activities?" You spoke softly, leaning in closer. Heat flooded your cheeks and ears as you awaited Helaena's response.

"Of course not. Remember, I'm not faithful to my husband," she whispered, licking her lips as she noticed your discomfort. "Is he good to you?"

Without hesitation, you nodded quickly. "He has his moments."

Helaena's smile widened, and she took your hand in hers before glancing behind you.

"I apologize for intruding, my ladies. I noticed you so far out, and I wanted to make sure you were both alright," a familiar voice boomed from behind, prompting you to slowly turn on your heel. You recognized those gray eyes and dark curls as he approached, evidently remembering you. "Oh, my apologies, my princesses."

Helaena spoke first, sensing your unease. "We're quite alright, my lord. We were just enjoying some fresh air before the festivities."

Gareth raised his hand. "I am no lord, princess. I am nothing but a blacksmith. I'll leave you both to it then." His eyes briefly grazed over your figure, trailing up to your hair and eyes. You did your best to ignore him, knowing that if Aegon saw him, you wouldn't know how he would react. Gareth slowly turned away, clasping his hands together as he made his way toward the giant tent.

Helaena noticed your tension and gently touched your shoulder. "Do you know him? Oh, is he your..."

You glanced quickly at her. "I know him. But he's not... no."

She nodded curtly, choosing not to press further. "Shall we head back then? I can smell the roast from here."

"Yes, I'm famished," you lied.

As you entered the crowded tent, laughter and music filled the air. Everyone was seated, unaware as you and Helaena slipped through to find two empty chairs near the Queen's side of the table.

Helaena quickly served a portion of potatoes onto her plate before turning to you, adding more food to your own plate. "Here, try the goose. It's quite good."

After she finished scooping the last of the vegetables onto your plate, you could barely see the bottom of it. Her plate looked equally full as she licked her lips before stabbing her food with her fork. She ate quickly, pausing only for occasional sips of water.

Noticing your gaze, she remarked, "I apologize. The sickness is nearly over, and I'm as hungry as ever. I suppose my appetite found its way onto your plate."

You hummed, picking up some carrots from your plate. "I understand. When my mother was pregnant with Viserys, she always had the cooks make two of everything, but she was particularly fond of the cakes for dessert."

Helaena moaned, "Oh, cakes! This babe is going to be the death of me, I swear it, Y/N."

A soft smile graced your lips as you cut into your goose, savoring the flavorful, fatty meat. Helaena was right; it was delicious. Glancing down the table, you noticed Aemond and Aegon sulking at the end next to the Hand, their grandfather. Aegon drank as he listened to the Hand speak, avoiding eye contact with his grandfather and occasionally letting his gaze linger on you as you ate and drank.

"Y/N, let's grab some desserts and hit the dancefloor!" Helaena sprang from her seat, her plate now empty. Her hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you up from your wooden chair and guiding you toward the large table adorned with an array of cakes and fruits.

As Helaena scanned the table for a lemon cake, you plucked a sweet from the front and popped it into your mouth before turning your attention to the dancefloor.

"What a small world it is that we find ourselves here again, little dove," Gareth's voice murmured beside you. Your body tensed at his words, and you slowly raised your head to meet his gaze.

"Indeed," you replied tersely.

A sly smirk played on Gareth's lips. "Last time we spoke, you were dressed in rags, drunk, and bothering yourself with some hot-tempered prick," he continued. Your glare only seemed to fuel him. "Now, here I am conversing with a princess, and I assume the future heir to the throne, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're not," you replied simply, feeling the room closing in around you as he turned his attention back to the table, picking up a tart. "I thought you were leaving."

"I did," he said between bites of tart. "But then I heard the King was coming to the Kingswood, and what's a hunt without a blacksmith? Hard to kill animals with just sticks and rocks."

You tried to stifle a laugh. "I would imagine so." You scanned the room, searching for Aegon. You feared his drunken temper if he saw Gareth again, if he noticed how close Gareth was to you.

Gareth seemed to hold no fear of Aegon. He had encountered Aegon in Flea Bottom a few times, familiar with his drunken antics and penchant for spouting insults and empty threats at anyone who crossed his path. But that night when Gareth first met you, he discovered that Aegon backed up his words with violence—a broken nose, split eyebrow, cheekbone, and a blackened eye.

Your blood ran cold when you realized you couldn't spot Aegon in the crowded room. Bodies swirled around you, laughter echoing off the walls. You couldn't risk a violent altercation if you continued talking to Gareth. Yet, despite your apprehension, you also felt a strange exhilaration whenever you were near him, like a young girl with a secret crush.

"Y/N! Oh, hello again," Helaena exclaimed, breaking your thoughts. Her hand clutched a lemon cake, a bite already taken out. Her eyes darted from Gareth back to you, a hint of intrigue dancing in her light violet eyes. "Shall we dance?"

"Yes," you whispered finally, taking Helaena's cake-free hand and offering Gareth a small smile. Helaena quickly shoved the cake into her mouth, noting the tension in your body as you made your way to the crowded center of the dance floor. The band played a lively tune, and you and Helaena interlocked hands, swaying to the music.

"So... Was he your..." Helaena started, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watched your eyebrows raise.

"No! No. I just... Once when I was in Flea Bottom, I met him in a tavern," you explained, spinning her around as you spoke, still scanning the crowd.

"Hm, he is very handsome..." She giggled, picking up her light green skirts and twirling around. You fought back a smirk. "It is only the truth."

Across the crowded room, someone kept a watchful eye on the two of you. Aemond grew restless sitting next to Aegon, who grumbled under his breath before every gulp of wine, but he blocked him out when he noticed you talking to a blacksmith.

He tipped his glass to his lips, observing the man who brought a smile to your face. Perhaps she wasn't fucking her guard...

He couldn't deny that you looked beautiful this evening. Your hair cascaded down your back, the braids imperfect yet charming. His gaze lingered on your smile, your lips. In that moment, he felt possessive over you. He knew your disdain for him only deepened with each passing day, and his hurtful words didn't help. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of seeing your flustered face, how you tried to maintain composure around him, and how you lied...

He crossed his legs as Helaena dragged you to the dancefloor, spinning and twisting around without a care. You truly perplexed him. He watched the man glare from his spot at the dessert table, stealing another lemon cake before slipping from the tent, disappearing into the night.

Aemond knew he had something to hold over you. Who was that mystery man to you? Was he truly anyone worth noting? He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to find out, one way or another.

You rested back on the small bed in your tent, engrossed in a book. The skirts of your nightgown pooled at your thighs as you brought your knees up slightly, your lips moving with each passing word. The book's words were faint, written many years ago, causing you to squint every other line. This distraction made you unaware of the flaps of your tent opening and closing.

The thin bed dipped down, startling you. Aegon clumsily crawled onto the bed, pausing when you placed your book to the side.

"What do you want, Aegon?" you whispered, mindful of the thin material of the tent.

His lips curled into a sly smile as he rested his head in his hand, watching you from below. His free hand caressed your exposed calf. Obviously drunk, the stench of wine on his clothes made you hold back a scoff. Your stomach fluttered at the slight feeling as he raised his hand, rubbing around your knee. "Can't seem to forget about the state you put me in this morning."

He rolled to his knees, his hands trailing around your legs, the friction causing a slickness between your legs. "Nothing more than what you're used to."

His hands rested against your thighs as he brought his lips to your knees, kissing slowly. Your heart leapt into your throat, feeling his kisses moving upwards as he slowly parted your legs. "And what am I used to, love?"

"Pleasure. No matter who or what gives it to you," you replied, recalling Aegon's encounter with the maid and the sinking feeling it gave you. But dwelling on it served no purpose; he wasn't yours.

Aegon found your tone amusing, pausing his movements to lock eyes with you. "And is that not the same for you? Do you not like how I make you feel..."

Your hips involuntarily rolled as his hands resumed their movements. His rings dug into your plush thighs as he planted sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, inching towards your slick folds. You didn't need to respond; your body conveyed everything to Aegon, your face close to your warmth.

"You know, I saw you watching that night, while I fucked that maid," he murmured, his voice low as he tenderly kissed your slit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. "Or am I mistaken?"

You attempted to bite your lip, becoming a stammering mess, your gaze following his movements as he raised your skirts to your stomach. Without hesitation, you spread your legs, perhaps a little too eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.

"You really want this? For me to make you feel good..." In a swift moment, his tongue slicked a stripe against you, placing a kiss before pulling back.

You whimpered at the loss of the warmth, "Aegon, don't tease."

He slowly brought up his index, slowly rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, causing a shuttering moan to escape your lips. His pace was cruelly slow, and he knew it, licking his lips as he watched your eyelids flutter closed.

"Mouth or finger?"

You dipped your head to the side, trying to comprehend his question. His finger halted, waiting for your response. "What?"

Aegon brought his lips to your thigh, kissing it softly. "Would you like me to use my mouth... or my fingers?" Pressing another kiss close to your cunt.

"Fuck... Aegon." You muttered, your core ached as he kissed your slit once more, "Mouth. Mouth."

His tongue ran a slow strip on your slick folds, teasing your entrance as he held his grip on your thighs, "You're so wet."

Your legs clenched together when he started to pick up his pace, devouring your cunt with his mouth. His arms pulled them apart, his head pushing deeper as his tongue flicked its way around, lapping at your juices. You tried to muffle your moans, not wanting to cry out and alert anyone of the pure pleasure Aegon is putting you in.

A coil was tightening in your core, your fingers laced themselves in Aegon's hair as you started to let out cried, mewling his name. "I... I'm close."

Hearing your cries made Aegon grind his hips down to the bed for relief, sucking at your clit. The sensation became overwhelming, as your release came without notice, wiggling around as Aegon licked up your mess. A moment passed as you both tried to catch your breaths, Aegon sat up between your legs, his eyes dark and his lips wet.

"You kill me." He spoke above a whisper, leaning in to capture your lips, your release still coated them and his tongue. He hovered over top of you, spreading your legs more as he buckled his hips against your cunt.

You kissed him back with the ferocity he did, moving your hands to cup his face. His left hand trailed down your collarbone, pulling at the neckline of your nightgown, kissing the skin of your shoulder and chest softly. Your breathing hitched as he moved lower, bringing the neckline lower, just above your breasts. "And how do I kill you?"

Aegon licked and nipped at your soft skin, his pants growing tighter and tighter as he brought his right hand to knead your one breast while kissing the top of the other. "Look at what you do to me."

You felt the tightness in his pants pressing against your core, and for a moment, you didn't care if things progressed, if he took you right then and there on the bed, and Aegon was thinking the same exact thing. "Aegon..."

You caressed his hair as he moved to release you of your nightgown, but the sound of the tent's flaps opening caused your blood to run cold.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for the late hour, but—Oh!" Helaena's sweet voice filled the tent. Aegon reluctantly let go of your dress as you frantically tried to fix yourself.

"Helaena—" Your voice shook, but she had already made her exit from the tent. Aegon rolled to his side as you sprang up, grabbing your robe and rushing outside to try and catch her. "Helaena," you whispered, scanning the rows of tents for her.

When you caught a glimpse of her pacing around, your chest nearly caved in. She was dressed in her nightgown as well, a gold robe tied around her waist. Her hair was in a long braid cascading down her back, and every time she turned, it would whip to the side.

"Helaena, please, let me explain." You closed in on her, but you were shocked when she ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"Oh, Y/N! This is great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She kissed your cheeks repeatedly, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You're not... mad?" You were utterly shocked, pulling her at arm's length so you could see her face.

Helaena quickly shook her head. "No... I'm happy. Don't be upset, Y/N. I'm glad he is your paramour; I can have mine; he can have his. I am finally rid of him; can't you tell how perfect this is?"

Your lips twitched into a smile, relieved she doesn't care, but you didn't want her to tell Aemond; you couldn't have that. You knew he would hold it over your head, leaving subtle hints to his mother. He would do anything to try and ruin you.

"You can't tell anyone. Please, let it just be known by us," you whispered, to which Helaena agreed. Your body shook, the fire now reduced to embers and the crickets were awake making sweet sounds.

"Then I shouldn't hold you any longer," she winked, slightly shoving you towards your tent. "I'll make sure there are no further interruptions."

Your face burned in embarrassment, whispering a soft goodnight before finding your way back inside your tent. Aegon made himself comfortable, wrapped in your sheets and head buried in your fluffy pillows.

"Is she displeased?" he muttered once he heard the ruffling of your robe falling over a chair.

"No," you hummed, pulling the sheets back to see his bare chest rising and falling. "She was actually pleased."

This earned a half-hearted chuckle from him, opening his eyes slowly, watching you climb into bed. His hands scrunched at the sheets as you pulled them over your chest. "Good."

He scooted closer, nuzzling his head on your chest as he sighed in contentment. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Enough," he muttered before blissfully snoring away.

You remained wide awake, stuck with your thoughts. You felt as if you were in your own personal hell, lusting for a man who only wants you when he is drunk. You knew you had to evade Aemond's suspecting gaze; if he were to see you and Aegon holding each other for warmth, he would make you regret ever stepping foot in King's Landing again. And sweet, sweet Helaena; her face when she found out only confused you further. What would she think if you were to marry one brother and the other be your paramour?

The side of your tent rustled, sending you upwards, causing Aegon to groan annoyed. The sound of faint footsteps strolling by disappeared as Aegon whispered, "Go to bed; it was most likely that guard of yours."

So, you lay back, closing your eyes, and your chest fell into rhythm with Aegon's.

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"I talked my mother into letting me ride with you all!" Helaena smiled as she took her place next to you at the grand table in the middle of the tent. She wore her riding leathers, gold trim blended in with the grey.

Scooping up your fruits, you turned to face her. "How did you manage that?"

"I begged. I told her that I'm not too far along, and it wouldn't harm the babe." She shrugged, piling her plate high.

The tent was quieter than the night before, with men readying themselves for the hunt, joking and already drinking. At the middle of the table sat your grandsire and Alicent, both barely speaking, exchanging only minimal words of no importance. On the other end sat your uncles, both looking worse for wear.

"They look dreadful," you muttered, causing Helaena to look up with a hum.

"Hm? Oh, I presume Aemond didn't think the guards did a good and thorough job watching over everyone, so he stayed up to fulfill the job," she spoke with annoyance, but her scowl turned into a smirk. "As for Aegon... Hm, I have no idea."

You softly nudged her arm. "You're the worst. No, he's just hungover, most likely waiting until he can have another fill."

With your plate now empty and the tent filling up with riled men ready to go, you rose and told Helaena you would be waiting outside. The weather was looking favorable, with no clouds and a slight breeze to cool down the heat. It made you wish to find a spot against a tree and read.

Your leathers whipped in the wind, adorned with red thread embroidered on the chest cascading downward. Another piece of clothing that belonged to your mother. On your hip was the dagger, ready for accessibility.

"Finished breakfast, niece?" a voice crept up from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I hear you were up all night. How kind of you to watch over us, uncle," you retorted, looking forward and avoiding his gaze.

His laugh was lost in the breeze again. "Well, I just needed to be sure everyone in my family was safe in their tents."

You clenched your jaw as he inched closer, his arm bumping your shoulder. "Well, job well done. Shouldn't you be getting some rest, then?"

"Were you well-rested? I saw you stalking about outside your tent last night. Quite late for a young lady, wouldn't you say?" he hummed, trying to provoke a reaction from you. You tried to hide your reddened face, mentally slapping yourself for not noticing him earlier.

"I needed some air," you replied.

"Is that so?" He smirked, which angered you. You knew he was trying to get somewhere, trying to catch you in a lie, and it was going to be difficult.

"It is," you spoke dryly, causing Aemond to tsk under his breath, like a parent scolding a child.

"You see, I think you are lying, sweet niece." His arms clasped behind his back, rocking on his heels. "I saw you with a strange man last evening. Was he highborn or lowborn? Oh, it does not matter because later in the night, while I was taking my rounds, I thought I heard the sweet sounds of a moaning maiden. Or am I mistaken?"

There was no hiding your reddened face, but you could try to lie. "You are mistaken."

"I am? I apologize, but may I say one thing? It was not long ago since I was the cause of you making those noises..." His lips curled upward before he turned away. He wanted to ruin you, to toy with you, and you knew once you were married, he might continue or do much worse.

Thankfully, your grandsire hobbled out of the tent; attendants ran beside him as he ordered for the horses to be brought out for everyone. Helaena stalked beside you, fidgeting with her hands as she waited for an available horse, her nervousness bouncing off you as your hands clenched your coat.

Your grandsire struggled to mount his horse, halting as he placed his leg over, trying to steady himself and taking deep breaths before he spoke. "I'd... I'd like to ride with my daughter..."

You heard the pause in Helaena's breathing as she turned to face you, her eyes showing a hint of fear, as if she did not wish to accompany him. Her legs did not move, even when you placed a hand on the small of her back, trying to whisper, "Go on."

But everyone halted when he rasped out, "Rhaenyra."

You knew what he meant, everyone did, but your throat tightened as you noticed him extend his only hand out for you to take. Helaena sank back, finally letting out a soft breath as she glanced over at your frozen figure. After what felt like hours, your legs finally moved, trying to ignore the watchful stares of the men lined up, waiting to mount up.

A black horse, a coat darker than a raven, waited for you by the King's side, shaking its head side to side. You grasped the reins, stepping quickly on the small wooden steps, hoisting yourself over the stallion. Your eyes shifted to your grandsire; his lips formed into a weak smile before looking onward.

Everyone followed suit as they mounted up. The air was full of neighs and demands as guards rode up beside the King, who gave the signal to start towards the forest. The leaves rustled as the breeze blew past, cooling everyone down from the unbearable heat. You knew the heat was trying on your grandsire, who occasionally let go of the reins to dab his head with a thin cloth before shoving it back into the pocket of his jacket.

You tilted your head over your shoulder; Helaena looked like a wilting flower atop her horse, a permanent frown plastered on her face as she hunched over the reins. Aegon and Aemond stood behind her, both silently watching the tree line as if something were to jump out. As they rode on, it seemed they could barely stand to be near each other. Men stood beside them, sporting their longswords and spears, joking around as they searched for anything to sink their blades into.

"What are we looking for?" You broke the uncomfortable silence with your grandsire. "Boar? Stags?"

Your grandsire chuckled lowly. "You do not need to concern yourself with such things. I do not want you to be harmed in any way."

In that moment, you wondered if he even knew who he was talking to—his granddaughter or his first-born child. His face softened as he looked you over, and a small voice in your head told you his health was slowly leaving him. Still, you forced a smile on your face as you hurried on.

After a few moments, your grandsire raised his arm. "Wait. We shall... stop here for a few... a few moments."

The guards dismounted their stallions, as did you, rushing to his side as he hunched over, taking shallow breaths. "Grandsire! Do you have any milk of the poppy?"

The guards attempted to aid him down, but he swatted their hands away. "I am fine! Nothing but the heat! Water!"

A young squire ran to him with a canister of cool water, watching as he brought it to his lips, letting the liquid trickle down his chin. You dismounted from your horse, rushing to his side quickly. "Would you like to continue, or shall we have everyone rest?"

Your grandsire licked his lips, his eyes shifting to the people behind you both. "I do not wish for there to be any delay..."

"There will be no delay. You are the King; what you say, everyone will do. We can scout the nearby land and search for any game." You rubbed his hand as he nodded, making the order known and the clattering of metal, dirt, and mud filled the air.

You fidgeted with your dagger, leaving your grandsire with his guards as you walked towards Helaena. She jumped off her horse with the aid of Aemond, who extended his arm to her as their eyes lingered for a moment too long.

Helaena quickly shoved him off when she noticed you. "Oh, Y/N!"

You smiled, ignoring Aemond, who stormed back to his horse, messing with the buckles. "The King wishes to rest, and the men are heading into the woods to hunt. Would you like to accompany me on a walk?"

Helaena smiled. "Of course."

The dense wood muffled the barking hounds and the cheering men, but it felt like a respite from your struggling grandsire. You both walked alongside a calm stream, stopping periodically when Helaena would find new insects to carry in her palms.

"It's a wonder how you still have space in your hands." You smiled down at her as she helped a centipede onto her palm, allowing it to crawl around a worm, beetle, caterpillar, and spider.

"Perhaps you could lend me yours?" She tipped her head upwards, smiling toothily as she saw your face change to one of disgust.

"I would not be as gentle as you are."

A twig snapped behind you, the area covered by bushes and thick trees, and you felt a sense of dread overcome you. Your hand went to undo your dagger, holding the blade high as you slowly walked towards the sound. Helaena remained crouching by the stream, as if she wanted to appear invisible to whatever was stalking you both.

You walked at a slow pace, leaving Helaena's line of sight. Behind the brush, you raised your dagger, ready to strike, but your hand was grabbed quickly as your back hit the tree. You went to scream, but you were stopped by a pair of lips, the taste of wine dripping onto your tongue.

Aegon pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, his lips parted in a short sigh. Your eyes met his, and you could smell the wine on his breath, feeling disappointed. "You're drunk."

"And about time too. One more moment on that damn horse, and I would've asked Aemond to mercy kill me." His head dipped low, attempting to catch your lips, but you pulled away.

"Helaena is over there..." You whispered, your lips teasingly close to his as desire engulfed you both.

"You said she does not care..." His voice lowered, pushing forward as he kissed you with such ferocity that your knees almost buckled. Your free hand gripped at his short hair, earning a soft groan as you kissed him back. His left hand, still gripping your arm above your head, slowly traveled towards the dagger.

"Were you going to use this on me?" His mouth traced down your jaw to your neck, his callused fingers grasping the blade, taking it from your hand and admiring it. "Perhaps I could use this to cut you from this damn coat..."

You let out a soft groan as his lips found the soft spot on your neck. "Aegon, we mustn't."

Your body shook with anticipation when Aegon pointed the dagger at your clasp, toying with the metal. "Why must you be so serious? She will not mind your absence, but she may mind the noise."

Your hands slowly slid against his chest. "No, you're drunk. This must wait."

Aegon let out an exasperated groan, stepping back while still holding onto your dagger. He spun it around before throwing it into the dirt. As you bent down to retrieve it, he stomped over to the stream, sparking up a conversation with his sister.

"Ah, sister! I thought you would be alone!" Aegon jested, extending his hand as he caught sight of Aemond. Helaena was standing at the water's edge, collecting snails and slugs.

"I could say the same to you, brother. Niece! You can come out!" Aemond smirked, looking at you as you dusted off your hands and placed your dagger back in your holster.

"Do not excite yourself, brother. Our dear niece was only defending our sister. She came at me with a dagger, though we know she could not kill a fly." Aegon smiled, his eyes following you as you stopped next to him.

Helaena continued slowly walking along the waterline, ignoring her brother's antics. You went to follow, but Aemond stopped you.

"You think you're strong enough to kill someone?" His eyebrow raised, almost as if he knew his teasing would push you over the edge. Aegon, still aggravated by your rejection of his advances, joined in the teasing.

"Not someone, something," you corrected. "And if Aegon were any drunker, perhaps I would've."

Aegon snorted, digging in his boot for a flask of wine, bringing it to his lips before stumbling backwards away from everyone, though his eyes lingered on your frame as he walked away.

Aemond tightened his jaw at the sight of his older brother, his hand tapping at his blade as he glared at you one last time.

"Perhaps you should take care of him," you suggested, wishing for Aemond to leave.

"Yeah, when don't I?" he snapped, storming behind Aegon and shoving him harshly to the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" Aegon yelled, pushing himself up from the dirt and throwing his now-empty flask at Aemond's face. His face reddened as he lunged toward Aemond, fists clenched as he swung.

"Oh, come on!" you screamed, crossing your arms, not wanting to step in.

Unknown to you, the bushes behind you both started rustling. Helaena slowly stopped moving, her hands completely full of creatures, her heart racing at the sound of the brush rustling. "Hello?"

Her head turned to her brother's fighting and you pacing around, waiting for them to finish, but Helaena felt uneasy. Her blood went cold when she heard a loud snort and footsteps running away.

Your attention to the men in front of you shifted when you heard a horrid scream from behind. Helaena dropped everything in her hands as she backed deeper into the water, falling back as she pushed away from the wild boar.

"Helaena!" You screamed, racing towards her as the boar ran parallel to you. Your hand fumbled at the latch to your dagger, trying to pry it out as the boar rushed at Helaena, pushing her back into the water.

You tripped, rolling on the ground as your free hand tried grabbing at the boar's leg. Helaena cried as she pushed at its belly with her hands, her head bobbing in and out of the water. It took Aegon and Aemond too long to notice what was occurring, but they quickly turned to help, though they were still too far away.

Sweat coated your brow as you lifted your dagger, your hand shaking as you brought it down on the back of the boar. Its squeal echoed in your ears as it turned around, huffing as it charged at you, still pushing you back onto the ground. Your dagger, now bloodied, raised in the air as you cried out and stabbed it again, and again, and again.

Your cries turned to grunts as the blows stopped the boar fully, its legs ceasing movement as it let out a final breath. Your hand, hair, and clothes were now covered in blood, your lip quivered as you pushed away from the animal, stumbling to your feet as you remembered Helaena in the water.

"Hel! Hel, are you... Are you alright?" You panted, rushing to the water's edge, where she sat, tears pooling at her eyes as she balled her fists.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed close," she muttered, but you quickly engulfed her in a hug.

"No, I should apologize. I should have been here." You kissed her wet hair, looking up at Aemond and Aegon, both panting and looking between you, Helaena, and the boar.

Aemond helped Helaena out of the water, escorting her to the horses, where Aegon helped gather wood to bring the boar back to the camp.

"Are you okay?" His voice was steady, as if he had no ounce of alcohol in his system. You slowly looked up at him; his cheek was cut and bruised, but nothing else came to it.

"I am fine," you huffed, tying off the wood as you waited for Aegon to slide the boar onto the board. "I should be asking you the same question."

Aegon tsked. "I can take any punch that comes my way."

You looked up, trying to hide a smirk but failing. "Mind helping me pull?"

He didn't respond, just bent over and lifted the board, huffing with each step he took.

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You sat on your bed, brushing your wet hair, your eyes never leaving the side of your tent. When you arrived back at the camp, you were taken straight to the bathing tent, where you were scrubbed clean of any blood on your body.

When Alicent heard of the attack, she nearly dropped to her knees at the sight of Helaena, shaking like a leaf and wishing to be left alone. In the corner of your eye, you saw Alicent's resentful glare as she watched you dismount your horse and head into a tent.

You snapped out of your trance, standing up as you walked to place your comb in your luggage. Your nightgown stuck to your damp skin as you felt the warm breeze enter through the flimsy fabric. You waited by the entrance, expecting Aegon to arrive any moment. You did not know why you were so eager to see him; maybe it was the state he left you in last night or the surprise visit earlier in the day, but you needed him in more ways than one.

As if on cue, your tent flaps opened quickly, and Aegon entered sluggishly.

"What took you so long?" Your voice was hushed, leaning in as he stumbled into you. "Gods, you are piss drunk."

Aegon grunted. "Whatever."

You cocked your head, not understanding why he was being cold towards you. Gripping his chin to make him look you in the eyes, you asked, "Why? You were perfectly fine before-"

"You want to know why?" His voice shook as he licked his lips, anger slipping out through the cracks. "This family is draining, and I am done trying to serve it in the way they wish me to serve it."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand. What have they done that's so different from normal?"

Aegon's hand snaked its way around your neck, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he tried to speak, but his words died. "Lay on the bed... I can make you feel good."

You slowly shook your head. "No. No, you're drunk."

In a moment, Aegon snapped, his hand harshly releasing your face. "Fine, I'll find someone else to sink my cock into."

Your throat tightened. "Aegon-" But he was already out of your tent, his footsteps disappearing into the night.

You stood there, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. Your throat felt as if it was on fire, trying to swallow back any self-pity you felt as you walked back into bed, placing the thin sheets over your body. Your heartbeat slowed as you looked at the top of the tent, thinking of everything that had happened and how much you missed your family. You thought of how Jace and Luke would make light of the boar incident, how Daemon would be proud, and how your mother would be a nervous wreck, but proud, nonetheless.

Finally, you were able to fall asleep.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of the wetness beneath your legs. The breeze was cooler, sending gooseflesh down your body as you arched your back in response to a familiar sensation. Though tiredness oozed through your bones and muscles, the feeling didn't prevent you from letting out small gasps.

A tongue circled your clit again, causing you to lift your hips. "Hm."

It wasn't unusual for Aegon to wake you up like this. Some days, when he returned from Flea Bottom, he would slip into your bed. Instead of whispering your name, he would creep beneath your nightgown and devour you until you were shaking.

This night was no different, strong hands held your thighs down as they dipped their tongue into your cunny, sucking at your juices as you let out another cry. As if he sensed you waking up, his mouth kissed down your thigh, blowing softly at your sensitive clit.

"Aegon, don't tease." You let out a breathy moan, clenching the blankets as your eyes remained closed. He slowly inserted his ring finger, collecting your juices before pulling it out and rubbing your clit at a cruel pace as his tongue resumed lapping at you.

Your hips raised in pleasure, you felt overwhelmed as your coil started to tighten. "I'm close... Oh!"

He ripped his finger from your clit, replacing it with his mouth, and bringing his finger to your entrance, fucking you quickly with it. Your eyes nearly rolled behind your head as you tried to muffle your cries as you finally hit your release.

As your chest rose and fell, you finally cracked your eyes, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. "What was that for? Aegon?" The silence was deafening, so you quickly shot up, looking at the man who just gave you the most aggressive orgasm, Aemond.

His eye followed your body as it tensed, bringing his finger to his lips licking it clean of your juices. "Because I wanted to know who had you moaning like that. Now I know."

He has a smug grin as he sat up, you noticed a tightening at his pants, and you gulped. "Go to bed, niece. We have a long journey home tomorrow."

And he left, left you panting and left you with a mess.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 11- Lyrax and Me) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen @heavenly1927 @watercolorskyy

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When Y/N Velaryon came into the world, the realm rejoiced. Princess Rhaenyra, the Realm's Delight, had birthed a healthy baby girl. Alongside her birth, a dragon egg was nestled in her cradle, slowly pulsating until the day it finally cracked.

By the time Y/N could walk or speak, she begged her mother to visit her dragon, always inquiring about its size. Whenever Rhaenyra took her, the dragon keepers marveled at the unparalleled bond between rider and dragon. When asked for a name, young Y/N could only think of 'Lyrax,' reminiscent of her mother's dragon, Syrax.

At the age of seven, Y/N first mounted Lyrax, following in her mother's footsteps. Lyrax grew rapidly, towering over other dragons his age, surpassing even Sunfyre. When they soared, Rhaenyra thought they could have reached the Wall, remaining airborne for hours.

Lyrax mirrored Y/N's emotions. When she was joyful, he soared, but when her temper flared, all felt the repercussions. Following the events at Driftmark, Y/N's anger was felt across the Blackwater, prompting Lyrax to break free from his restraints and vanish for months.

Upon their departure for Dragonstone, Y/N grieved deeply; the loss of her father and her dragon weighed heavily. For months, she scanned the sky, hoping for her beloved dragon's return. One day, while walking the land, a colossal shadow loomed over her, far larger than she remembered. Lyrax had grown immensely, still with room to expand. She granted him freedom to roam the skies, as long as he returned to her side.

The bond between a dragon and its rider is unbreakable, and Lyrax would fiercely protect his rider, no matter the cost.

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Lyrax roared as you adjusted your saddle, perched atop his colossal shoulder blade. His growth had brought such challenges as the expanding scales now scraped against the leathers.

"Lyrax, easy now. We'll fly soon, just... hold on." You panted slightly, the wind tousling your hair. Your insistence on tending to Lyrax yourself remained steadfast, but as he outgrew even your mother's dragon, Syrax, you realized the need for adjustments.

"Ah, ha! Got it! You've grown so much." You cheered, stroking his head affectionately.

"Sister, they're all waiting for us. Are you almost ready?" Jace's voice echoed from atop Vermax.

It was the night before your family's return to Dragonstone. Your grandsire's health had improved significantly, and Helaena convinced her brothers to showcase House Targaryen's strength by flying. Convincing Jace and Luke had been easy but hiding Aegon and Aemond's attendance proved more challenging.

"I'm done," you sighed, grasping the reins as Lyrax readied his shoulder for your ascent. Quickly slipping on your leather gloves, you shot a stern glance at Jace as Vermax soared into the sky.

You noticed all the dragons flying to the Keep, seeing as there was ample time for your approach. Vhagar glided leisurely, while Dreamfyre maintained a slow pace to accommodate Helaena. Aegon, arriving slightly tipsy, had Sunfyre trailing behind the other larger dragons. Vermax swiftly caught up with Arrax, and only then did Lyrax ascend from the ground. With a swift thrust, you soared hundreds of feet into the air, closing the distance to reach your brothers.

As Lyrax approached Arrax, he emitted a playful roar, causing the younger dragon to veer abruptly to the right.

"Easy, Arrax!" Luke's voice carried over the air, his hand soothing the dragon's scales. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"I'd never dream of such a thing, brother. But it seems Arrax finds Lyrax rather intimidating," you quipped, caressing your dragon's head, eliciting a playful roll of Lyrax's neck. "Shall we have a race to the Keep?"

Jace didn't respond, instead leaning forward as Vermax surged ahead, followed by Arrax. Lyrax lingered, then surged forward, darting behind the younger dragons and streaking past them toward the Keep, where Vhagar, Dreamfyre, and Sunfyre awaited.

Circling the balcony, you noticed the King, Queen, Rhaenyra, and Daemon standing there, smiling as the dragons swooped around. Hovering near the balcony, the dragons awaited the next turn of events.

In the spirit of fairness, everyone unanimously settled on a race: from King's Landing to Dragonstone and back. No specific rules were established, leaving it wide open.

All of you anticipated the King's whistle, which would mark the beginning of the race. The gusts of wind were relentless, challenging your efforts to maintain balance as it pushed at you from the side. The low, carrying whistle reached your ears, and in an instant, Aemond and Jace shot forward. Aegon, somewhat distracted, prompted Sunfyre to lunge a few moments later, while Helaena chose a slower pace, accompanied by Luke, who flew by her side.

Navigating through the billowing clouds, your hair came undone, thrashing across your face like tiny lashes. Aemond flew to your left, a couple of hundred feet below, while Jace soared to your right, high above your head. The flight to Dragonstone was never extensive, taking merely half an hour. Lyrax deftly descended below the clouds, skimming close to the water, leaving a faint ripple in his wake. Despite the race, you relished the tranquility that came with riding a dragon.

Moments slipped away, and the looming shape of Dragonstone gradually emerged. "Alright, Lyrax. Go faster."

With a forceful push, Lyrax propelled upwards, splashing water into your face, darting ahead of Vhagar, closing in on the rocky coast. Victory seemed certain, and without a doubt, you turned to flash a triumphant smile before circling the beach and guiding Lyrax to land.

Aemond followed suit, but the rest were still a few minutes behind. An uncomfortable silence hung heavy as you sensed his gaze fixed on you. You dismounted from Lyrax, allowing the dragon a chance to unwind until it was time to head back.

"We haven't spoken since—"

"No, we haven't," you cut him off, your eyes scanning the sky, hoping for any other dragon to rescue you from this conversation.

"Don't try to ignore me," he snapped, stepping down from Vhagar. His footsteps drew closer, causing your body to instinctively tense. Before he could say more, a dragon's roar echoed above, heralding its landing.

Aegon descended from Sunfyre, his demeanor sobering slightly as he noticed the tension between you and Aemond. "Using this moment to get more... intimate?"

You shot him a glare and moved closer to the water's edge, awaiting the arrival of your brothers and Helaena. Jace landed shortly after, followed by Luke and Helaena. They all took a few moments to let their dragon's rest.

"Dreamfyre isn't too fond of me, truth be told," Helaena murmured in your ear. "I haven't flown her in ages, by the Gods."

You hummed, observing Aegon and Aemond engaged in conversation over Helaena's shoulder. Although you knew you shouldn't worry, a slight fear lingered that Aegon might divulge details of your nights together, how he had you wrapped around his finger, figuratively and literally.

"Don't worry. Perhaps we can fly more often, at least until you give birth," you offered, gently guiding her back toward her dragon and yours. "Shall we head back?"

Everyone slowly mounted their dragons. Buckling yourself into the saddle, you felt the force of the wind against you. Lyrax ascended first, hovering over as Helaena and Luke took off, followed by Jace, then Aegon and Aemond. You followed suit, not in the mood for another race.

"We won the first one. No need to win the second," you murmured to Lyrax. He rolled his shoulders, seemingly aware of Vhagar's unsettling presence, keeping his distance from her.

From above, you heard Jace slowing down, matching pace with your uncles. Although their words were inaudible, they flew together, almost forgetting it was a race. You pulled up slightly, trailing behind as they circled the Keep once more. The dragons roared so thunderously; it seemed as if they were to invade the city. As they circled, you noticed Jace's face, flushed with anger as he spoke to Aemond. Before you could intervene, Vhagar suddenly lashed out, snapping at Vermax.

Chaos erupted as Helaena's scream pierced the air. Luke turned his dragon toward Jace, but you yelled urgently, "Luke, Helaena, land now!"

On the balcony, horror gripped everyone as Vhagar defied her rider's commands, chasing after the young dragon. Aegon hovered on Sunfyre, utterly bewildered. Reacting swiftly, you turned Lyrax, following after Vhagar.

You attempted to gain Vhagar's attention, yet Aemond's attempts to control her seemed futile. Gritting your teeth, you resorted to the word you dreaded, "Dracarys."

Lyrax emitted a small flame toward Vhagar's neck, diverting her attention from your brother to you. Urging Lyrax ahead of Vhagar, you veered toward the dragon pit, knowing that the dragon keepers might be the only ones capable of reigning in any dragon.

While attempting to turn, Aemond's voice reached you just as Vhagar opened her mouth, a vibrant glow forming in the back of her throat. The warmth stretched across the air.

There was no time to evade or shift position. Hastily removing your hands from the reins to undo the buckles, it was too late. Covering your face with your arms, the flames engulfed your gloves and sleeves, leaving ash clinging to your skin as Lyrax dove down. Drawing in a deep breath, you examined your trembling hands, attempting to assess any injuries. Fortunately, there were none, but the gloves and sleeves of your riding leathers had burnt, along with the right shoulder where the fire had hit the most.

In an instant, your eyes darkened with anger, the fury coursing through your veins. But Lyrax's bloodcurdling roar snapped you out of your trance.

"Lyrax, Lyrax, Dohaeragon issa, rȳbagon, kostilus!" You bellowed, attempting to rein him in, but Lyrax ignored your commands. He bolted toward Vhagar, flames erupting from his jaws and singeing the hair on her underbelly. Serve me, Listen, please!

Vhagar roared, veering across the water as Aemond shouted something in her ear, causing her to wheel back toward Lyrax. Baring his teeth, Lyrax prepared to defend, driven by his instinct to protect you. Fumbling at your buckles, you knew Vhagar was only meters away. Managing to unclasp one buckle, you tried to coax Lyrax lower, but he remained resolute in his course. Wrestling with the other buckle, you prepared for the impending fall into the water below, praying for survival.

The descent felt different without Lyrax. Your gut twisted in a sickening way, fearing your heart might burst before the fall took you. Bracing yourself with straight legs and closed eyes, you hit the water with a chilling shock, involuntarily gasping for air.

Struggling back to the surface, you fought for breath, scanning for any sign of the dragons. Sunfyre finally appeared, Aegon guiding her toward you as Vhagar headed for the dragon pit. Your lips trembled with the lingering rage as you bobbed in the water, waves rippling around you. Suddenly, the water behind you erupted in splashes, and waves surrounded you as Lyrax surged upward. Gasping and coughing up water, you clung to anything within reach as Lyrax lifted you back into the sky.

"Dragon pit, Lyrax..." You gasped, struggling to sit upright as he flew past Sunfyre and the Keep. As Lyrax circled the pit, you spotted almost all the dragon keepers armed with spears. Two carriages were parked nearby, one carrying the Queen with Ser Criston, and the other holding Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Aemond dismounted from Vhagar, and the Queen hurried toward him. But all action stopped when Lyrax landed, and you disembarked, still partly soaked and your leathers singed.

"What were you thinking? She's your betrothed!" Alicent's voice pierced the air, tears welling in her eyes.

"Y/N, Y/N, are you alright?" Rhaenyra rushed to your side, her hands trembling as she touched your skin, expecting severe burns. All she received was a slow nod. The cacophony of dragons' wings, the shouts of dragon keepers, and the whipping wind muddled your thoughts. Aemond glanced in your direction, trying to quickly look away.

"You son of a..." Before you could finish, hands pushed you back as Aegon swung at his brother. His intentions were noble, but to Jace, it appeared as if Aegon had tossed you to the ground, sparking Jace to slam his fist into Aegon's jaw.

It escalated into a three-way brawl. Aegon, after recovering from the punch, retaliated, pummeling Jace repeatedly until Aemond tackled Aegon. Everyone stood frozen, watching as Ser Criston attempted to break up the fight, to no avail.

The ground trembled beneath Lyrax's feet as he hissed, prodded by a spear-wielding dragon keeper, attempting to coax him into the pit.

"No, stop! Stop!" You warned, scrambling to your feet. Despite your plea, another jab made Lyrax react fiercely. He spread his wings, crashing them down on the gravel with a deafening thud. His roar, a sound you'd never heard from your usually gentle Lyrax, echoed through the area. Brick crumbled, and everyone around held their ears, except for you. You stood there, watching as he finished, his eyes darkened, and smoke seethed from the back of his mouth.

"Jiōragon isse, Lyrax," you demanded through gritted teeth, pointing a finger toward the pit entrance. Get in.

Reluctantly, he complied, moving into the pit with the other dragons. Daemon skillfully used Lyrax's outburst to separate Jace from your uncles, while Ser Criston intervened to calm them.

"What's the meaning of this?" The Queen demanded, darting between her sons and your family. "Aemond?"

Aemond clenched his jaw, swallowing his anger. His jaw was red, and his lip was split, which he licked before responding, "It was just part of the race."

The Queen wasn't satisfied with his answer, and she smacked him on the head. "She's your betrothed. You're lucky no harm has come to her."

Rhaenyra grasped onto your shoulders, steadying you against the chilling wind that sent a shiver down your spine. "Even so, your son almost killed her and her brother. How can I be sure no harm will befall her when I'm not here?"

Your gaze flickered toward Aegon, who bore the worst of the beating. His left eye was bruised, his chin and forehead bloodied, and his lip split in two places. You didn't anticipate him looking your way, yet in that moment, amidst the conversation between the Queen and Rhaenyra, his gaze remained fixed on you.

"What should be done about that dragon? It nearly killed my son–"

"Lyrax didn't intend to harm anyone; he was protecting me!" you retorted, causing your mother to pull you back. "He didn't mean it."

Rhaenyra tugged at your arm. "Jace, Luke, get in the carriage with your sister. We'll be there shortly."

Jace headed towards the carriage, while Luke whispered a quiet goodbye to Helaena before joining his brother. You hesitated to turn, but the Queen interjected, "No, stay."

Your heart raced, pounding against your chest. You swallowed hard, shooting a fierce glare at your mother. She nudged you gently. "She's my daughter, she's not—"

"The Queen demands your presence, Princess," she uttered firmly, her lips pressing into a thin line, her gaze darting to her sons. "What are we to do about this?"

"I apologize for my actions," Aemond spoke slowly, his voice filled with contrition, "for almost harming my betrothed and her brother."

Aegon couldn't contain a throaty laugh, quickly twisting sideways in an attempt to conceal his smile from his mother.

Alicent turned sharply to her eldest. "And what of you?"

"Me?" Aegon snapped, turning on his heel. His eyes, dark and intense, shifted from his mother to you. "She almost got—"

Alicent marched up to him, attempting to whisper but her anger seeped through. "Do you take me for a fool? You leave us vulnerable to accusations repeatedly... When will it end? She's your brother's betrothed..."

Rhaenyra pulled you closer, her touch bringing a momentary calm, yet the wounded gaze Aegon directed at you fueled Alicent's anger. Aemond drew in a sharp breath, staring into the distance, while Helaena kept her head down, trying to block out the altercation. A lone tear trickled down Aegon's cheek as he tilted his head to the side after his mother's blow.

You hurriedly stepped forward, stumbling over your words. "His actions weren't... I mean, he did what he thought was right... Please don't punish him for trying to defend his niece."

Alicent swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Let's return to the Keep..."

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Luke hugged you tightly, his arms enveloping you as he tried to shield you with his cloak. "Please write, Y/N."

You kissed his cheek, noticing how much taller he had grown. "I will. If you don't receive a letter, then you can worry."

Reluctantly, he released you, attempting to hold back his tears. Jace approached, offering a faint smile. "It's going to be so quiet without you..."

You stepped into his embrace, your flowing dress sleeves tangling with his blue cloak. "When you return, I expect to hear you speak more than a sentence in Valyrian."

"I will. Don't let them do anything to you... Remember who they are, what they are," Jace said firmly, pulling back and giving you a stern look.

"Who's supposed to be the older sibling?" you teased, nudging him gently.

Rhaenyra slowly approached, Joffrey at her side. "I think someone was too scared to say goodbye himself."

"Come here." You knelt down, opening your arms to Joffrey. He rushed into your embrace, expressing how much he'd miss you through tearful sobs. All you could do was comfort the boy until he finally let go, promising to look after Aegon and Viserys.

Fixing your skirts as you rose, Rhaenyra smiled down at you, tears glistening in her eyes. "Ao emagon grown ezīmagon such nykeā kostōba ābra," she said. You have grown into such a strong woman.

"Kirimvose. Nyke mērī hope bona issa jēda being kesīr, jāhor dohaeragon groom issa ezīmagon being nykeā sȳz future dāria," you replied with a smirk, holding your mother's hand as she chuckled. Thank you… I only hope that my time being here will help groom me into being a good future Queen.

"Unless ao kȳvanon va disposing issa, ao emagon olvie jēda," she teased, causing your face to flush slightly. Unless you plan on disposing of me, you have plenty of time.

Your lip quivered as you thought about the events of the day prior. "Will you take Lyrax?"

This caused your mother to tense. "Why would you want that? He is very drawn to you; he would only come back."

You dreaded her words, but you knew they were true. "I just do not wish for what happened yesterday... I don't want it to happen again."

Rhaenyra kissed your forehead. "What occurred yesterday... just proves you're a Targaryen..."

There were no known scriptures written by the Maesters about what happened to you. No known knowledge of a person being engulfed in flames and emerging unscathed, without burns or raw flesh. When the Maesters examined you, they remarked on how extraordinary it was—no wounds, just warm, almost hot flesh.

"Y/N," Daemon's voice startled you, making you jump. He approached, pulling something from his belt—an elegantly crafted dagger. "I know your mother would not rest unless she knew you were safe. I know you think you do not need it... but in these times, it's best for a princess to have this..."

You took the dagger, spinning it in your fingers. Valyrian steel, with a red and gold handle. It was simple yet formidable, a reassuring weight in your hand. "Thank you."

He hummed contentedly and walked away, heading toward the ship. The dock was slick, the water splashing against the bottom of your red dress, soaking your shoes. One by one, your family boarded the boat as sailors yelled, casting off. The vessel began its journey, swiftly carried by the wind, with Syrax, Caraxes, Vermax, and Arrax following suit.

"Shall we return, princess?" A guard's voice interrupted your thoughts, patiently awaiting your response.

"Just another moment..." you murmured into the wind, watching the boat gradually shrink into a tiny speck on the sea. Only then did you turn around, walking back with your guard.

The atmosphere shifted in the absence of your family. The halls seemed elongated, and the gaze upon you felt more intense than ever. It was late in the afternoon, and after leaving your grandsire's chambers, you wandered the halls thrice. He was in good health, insisting you enjoy the remainder of your day—an order you were both grateful for and burdened by.

As you walked absentmindedly, you found yourself traversing the same narrow hall where you had previously encountered Aemond and Helaena. Your fingers trailed against the cool stone walls, meandering close to a stack of wooden crates brimming with Dornish wine—unlikely to miss a single bottle.

You reached for your hip where your dagger rested, deftly prying open the top of the bottle. Once uncorked, you brought it to your lips, drinking with an urgency that sought to drown your sorrows in the sweet blend of wine. Alone in the corridor, you imbibed until the bottle was significantly drained.

"Y/N," a voice reverberated behind you, causing you to pause mid-sip. Footsteps approached your back, prompting you to slowly turn around. Aemond stood there, attempting to avoid your gaze, though your irritation was palpable.

"Uncle. What do you want?" your words slurred slightly, trying to deflect the brewing tension.

Aemond fell into a brief silence, observing your visibly inebriated state. "Are you drunk?"

Lifting the bottle towards his eye and then to your lips, you replied, "Perhaps. What do you want?"

He sighed at your attitude, swiftly taking the bottle from your grasp. "Listen. I'll make this quick..."

"Give that back—"

"I truly did not mean to harm you," Aemond started, putting the bottle of wine behind his back.

"But you would've liked it, wouldn't you? Seeing me burnt beyond recognition would have been more pleasurable than any other sick punishment you have in your head. Yet you faced no punishment, only Aegon did."

Aemond hummed in amusement. "You do care for my brother, but he is in no place to act the way he did, and you know it."

You remained tight-lipped, trying to keep your guard up. He was right; Aegon's actions exposed you both to serious accusations. Eyeing Aemond cautiously, you hesitated before sighing, "If we're to attempt civility, may I have the bottle back?"

His hand released the bottle, causing it to crash on the stone floor. His lips curled into a sly smile as he spoke, "I think you've had enough. Now tell me, why do you think Aegon acted as he did? Has he already gotten to you as I have? Or has he done something even worse?"

Your eyes darkened as you pushed him back harshly. "He has not! We are—"

"Fucking?" The word slipped from Aemond's lips like a snake hissing, a cruel smile forming as he watched your anger flare.

"You—"

The sound of shuffling interrupted your words, prompting Aemond to pull you back behind the crates. Your vision blurred as you collided with the wall, straining to see who was causing the commotion.

Aegon stumbled in, a handmaiden on his arm. She was striking, though older than him; her brown locks cascaded from their bun as his hands tugged at her neck. His hair was tousled, wine stains littered his lips and chin—details others might overlook, but not you. Their lips collided as he pinned her against the wall, and you sobered at the sound of their fervent passion, aware of Aemond's hand resting on the small of your back.

"Are you alright, niece? You seem shaken," Aemond said, his hand moving in a soothing gesture. The escalating sounds from Aegon and the handmaiden made your unease rise.

Quickly turning around, you muttered, "I think I'd like to return to my chambers."

You turned away, hastily retreating from the corridor and toward the main staircase. Your vision swayed as you attempted to climb the steps, but a guard called out from below, "Princess!"

He swiftly ascended the stairs, trying to ignore your unsteady gait. "What is it, Ser?"

The guard gulped, removing his helmet. "I regret to inform you at this late hour, princess. I've received word from the dragon keepers. A short while ago, Lyrax broke free from his chains and escaped the dragon pit..."

His words started to blur as he continued, detailing the guards dispatched to locate the dragon. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach, a sense that your situation was about to worsen.

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A/N: Thank you all for enjoying this story! I am so sorry for being absent, my life has been crazy with different events, but I want to write more often! I also have an idea for a new story that I might start working on...

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 10- Relief From Your Duties) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst, blood

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen @heavenly1927

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The feeling of your bed dipping pulled you from slumber. Blinking through the dim light cast by the candle and fireplace, you heard the drunken rustle of Aegon, struggling to untie his boots.

"Aegon?" You sat up, rubbing your eyes, trying to adjust to the dark. "Why are you here so late?"

It had been a month since the announcement of your betrothal to Aemond, and your relationship with your mother had soured. Despite your pleas for her to talk to the King, she remained silent. You grew furious, vowing not to speak to her again, though you knew it was an extreme step.

After Aegon left your chambers the night before, the Queen confronted him in his own rooms, lashing out and berating him. Yet, he returned to your chamber at night, seeking conversation, drink, or merely sharing an uncomfortable silence.

"Aegon?" You asked again, sensing his body flop onto the bed with a sigh. "Did you come from Flea Bottom?"

Aegon murmured softly, sitting up, attempting to pull back the covers and climb in. You shifted slightly, turning to face him. His disheveled appearance and scent suggested an evening far from the castle walls, yet his eyes remained shut. Unconsciously, his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer.

"You smell," you muttered as Aegon nestled his head in the crook of your neck. "You reek of wine and whores."

Aegon chuckled. "Ah, don't feel jealous. Who am I with now?"

Rolling your eyes, you replied, "Why are you here, exactly? Besides sullying my chambers."

Aegon lifted his head, resting it on his palm. "My mother."

"Your mother?" You echoed, mirroring his position, feeling his hand gently squeeze your hips. "What's she doing now?"

Most times Aegon sought you out, it was to escape his mother's wrath. You knew how harshly she treated him—her verbal assaults and physical blows were his reasons for seeking refuge with you.

"Same old, how I disgrace Helaena by visiting Flea Bottom, how I need to spend more time with the children... How it's inappropriate for me to be so close to you..." His eyes remained fixed on your lips.

"Hm, can't say I blame her. What would my betrothed say if he found you in my bed?" You both chuckled at the thought. Your fingers absently twirled a lock of Aegon's messy hair as you drifted in thought. "You should rest. Leave before the sun rises."

Aegon, his eyes already closed, hummed a soft goodnight before drifting off to sleep. You struggled to doze off, lying stiff as Aegon pulled you closer to his warm body, his snores echoing through your room. But the sound of the crackling fire eventually lulled you to sleep.

When you woke, the bed was empty and cold. His departure was always the hardest part. Rising, you stretched and slipped into a blush-colored gown, combing out your waves.

Your schedule was quite packed today: breakfast with the Queen at her request, followed by Helaena joining to assist with your needlepoint. Afterward, you planned to take in the air by the Blackwater or ride Lyrax, seeking solace in a quiet spot to read.

Sir Criston Cole stood outside the Queen's chamber, acknowledging your passing. These breakfasts often involved Alicent planning the wedding, which was set to occur in half a year.

"I was thinking, spotted orchid or gillyflower? What do you think?" Alicent paced the room, causing you to prick your finger with the needle.

"Oh, Y/N! Choose orchid, they would be so beautiful!" Helaena smiled, leaning forward to place her hand on yours.

You hummed softly, setting down your canvas and rubbing your aunt's hand. "Orchids would indeed be beautiful, but I've always been partial to roses."

Alicent's smile faltered momentarily before she dryly responded, "I'll see Highgarden has your roses then."

"White ones," you replied with equal dryness, returning to your needlepoint. Helaena tried to suppress a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Of course," Alicent said, smiling softly as she walked back to the window, resting her hand on her face, covering her chin and mouth. "Helaena, have you seen Aegon?"

Helaena shrugged, replying, "He doesn't sleep in my chambers."

Your cheeks flushed; he sleeps in mine.

"You'd think that as a man grown, he would stop avoiding his responsibilities..."

You stabbed the needle into the canvas again, tugging at the thread. Helaena didn't seem interested in her mother's words; she didn't care about Aegon's whereabouts or activities. You glanced at her canvas, displaying a beautiful butterfly, while yours was a poor attempt at a flower.

The door creaked open, causing all three of you to turn your heads. Aegon entered, appearing in better condition than when you last saw him. Freshly bathed, clad in all black with his silver chain draped across his chest.

"Mother. Helaena... Y/N." He strolled toward his mother's table, noticing her wine pitcher, and poured himself a glass.

"Where have you been?" Alicent stormed up to her eldest, seizing the glass and slamming it on the table, spilling the Arbor Gold. "I sent for you last night."

"I was busy!" Aegon retorted, moving over to the couch where you and Helaena were seated, plopping himself in the middle. "I came as soon as I could."

You thrust your needle back into the canvas, pricking your finger. You hissed in pain, prompting Aegon to glare for a moment, almost too long, before the Queen intervened.

"After all the whores and wine ran out, I suppose," she spat.

You rose to leave. "I believe I should take my leave—"

"No, stay. You're family, after all. Soon to be closer once you marry my awfully dreadful brother..." His words hung in the air. Helaena slammed down her canvas and rushed out of the room, but you remained seated, engulfed in the tension.

"You may take your leave, Y/N," Alicent demanded, her jaw tight as you hurried past her, casting a glance at Aegon before closing the door.

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Your plans for reading were sadly disrupted when a member of the Kingsguard approached you, relaying that your grandsire wished to see you. Entering his dim chambers, you found your grandsire sitting upright in his bed, his head thrown back in agony, gritting his teeth as he demanded, "Who is it?"

"It is me, grandsire. You requested my presence," you said, swallowing the lump in your throat as you moved closer. You noticed the discoloration in his face, his lips stained red with blood, and his eyes rolling into his skull. "Are you alright? Should I fetch the Maester?"

"No, no... I am fine, nothing but a headache... Come closer, let me see you clearer." His outstretched hand reached for your face, slowly brushing against your soft cheek. "You resemble your mother so much."

"Thank you, grandsire..." The room descended into silence. Your gaze drifted to the tables adorned with sculptures of buildings and dragons. It pained you deeply to witness his suffering, barely recognizing your face despite seeing it so often.

"You must be wondering... why I asked you to visit me," the King strained to say, coughing violently, trying to shield his mouth as blood flew out. "I promise... it will only... only be a moment."

"Grandsire, I must-"

"No," he insisted, swallowing against the dryness in his throat. "Your mother was only fourteen when she served as my cupbearer. She attended many small council meetings, as a future ruler should. I wish... I wish for you to do the same."

A small smile graced your lips as you took your grandsire's hand, gently rubbing circles into it. "Of course. If you wish it, I will."

The King gasped, coughing again, bringing a cloth to his lips as he watched the white cotton turn red. "I must get the Maester."

"Y/N!" The King nearly yelled, causing you to halt in your steps. "You are a smart young woman, do not think otherwise... I will be fine; I just need to rest."

You gave him a sympathetic glance, "I will visit you in the morning." Your hands clutched at your skirts as you left the room.

Instead of heading to the Blackwater to read, you turned back toward your chambers. Your heels clicked as you walked down the corridor, exchanging nods with the maids and ladies-in-waiting.

As you neared your chamber doors, you noticed the door was slightly ajar. Once again, you were aggravated by the lack of respect. You opened the door and found your mother inside.

"Mother," you spoke dryly, closing the door behind you as she stood from the chair where she was seated.

"Y/N, I did not wish to intrude-"

"Yet you did," you interrupted, circling the table and standing upright. "Why are you here, anyway?"

Rhaenyra sighed. "I do not wish to fight or argue, but knowing you, that will be the outcome."

You didn't respond, merely turned away, unclasping your earrings and tossing them on the table. Your hand toyed with the necklace's ruby before releasing it and facing Rhaenyra again.

"Then what is it? Is it regarding my betrothal? Have you changed your mind yet? I would not believe so," you said, crossing your arms and glaring as Rhaenyra took a deep breath.

"I have not," Rhaenyra retorted. "It is in regards to home."

"Home?" Your head cocked in confusion.

Rhaenyra sighed, stepping closer, her hands reaching for yours. "We are going home, Y/N."

"What?" You swiftly withdrew your hands, running them through your hair. "What do you mean?"

Rhaenyra sighed, observing her daughter from a distance, seeing so much of herself in her that it sent a shiver down her spine. "We sailed here with the intent for you to join the court. Now, with your betrothal settled, there's nothing else to do but wait for the wedding."

The words gradually settled in your mind, and slowly, you brought your hands down, hugging your sides. "So, you are leaving? Not me?"

Rhaenyra rushed to your side, wrapping her arms around you as she whispered, "It will only be for a few moons. You can spend your days as you see fit, like a woman grown."

"Good. I will watch over Grandfather," you said quickly. "He wishes for me to attend the small council meetings."

You felt her laugh, kissing the top of your head before pulling away. "You will be fine, I believe that. Though, your brothers will miss you dearly."

"And I will miss them," you sighed, noticing how your mother held herself, her hand lingering longer on her stomach than usual. "Were you going to tell us?"

Rhaenyra's hand made small circles. "I wasn't sure, with everything... How did you know?"

"I have seen you with child many times... I just hope this time, it's a girl."

Rhaenyra's lips curled upward. "I would expect you to hope that. I will leave you; we depart within the week."

When the door clicked shut, you walked over to your book, flipping through the pages before slamming it shut. You knew deep down your mother wanted to leave King's Landing, but now she planned on leaving without you. Though, you had no right to feel upset, you should be overjoyed with staying in Kings Landing.

Walking to the desk on the far side of the room, you pulled open a drawer and found parchment and ink.

Cupbearer, Small Council, Spotted Orchid, White Roses, Mother, Dragonstone.

The words formed a short list detailing the day's events. Reflecting on the words, you slid the paper away and rested your hands on your head. Pushing away from the desk, you turned back to where your book lay, pouring yourself a glass of wine as you began to page through its passages.

You read and drank until the sun slowly set, the small print blurring as you realized how tipsy you were. The passageway door creaked open, but you had no fear of who it might be as you continued to flip to the next page.

"You started without me?" Aegon's voice came from behind you, leaning over and taking your glass, sipping quickly.

"I started a few hours ago. You came too late." You didn't lift your head from your book, nearly finished. Aegon hummed, pouring more wine into the glass before taking another gulp.

He moved around the room as you read, stumbling upon your parchment and reading it slowly. "Is this a list?"

You hummed, finally turning away from the book to Aegon. His cheek was purple, and his lips-stained red. You tried not to linger on his appearance for long, replying, "It is."

Aegon cocked his head, "Why are you drinking, if I am not the one initiating it, something must have happened."

You sighed, sinking back in your chair. "The King wants me in the small council meetings now that I'm the named heir after my mother. The Queen has already planned the wedding ceremony, though it's half a year away. She's detailed everything, down to the colors and the flowers for the Keep's decoration. And now, my mother and brothers are off to Dragonstone, leaving me here to wait for this damned wedding."

While you ranted and raved about your day, Aegon slowly walked over to you, kneeling at your feet, his hands slowly slipped underneath your skirts.

"Aegon... What in the seven hells are you doing?" You quivered as he looked up, his hands still slowly kneaded at your plush thighs.

"Some relief from your duties... When you stress, it tends to fuck with your mind in a way that will eat you up on the inside. Drinking is one step, your mind will fog for a time, but this will keep your mind on something else completely." Aegon seductively whispered, your skirts pooled above your knee, your legs twitched as he planted soft kisses on the skin.

"And what do you have in mind, uncle?" You bit back the lump in your throat as his breath hit your entrance, licking a stripe against your folds. You let out a stuttering gasp, clenching your legs, but Aegon fought to open them.

You felt him hum against you as he licked again, slowly, as if he knew he was torturing you. His tongue plunged into your entrance, swirling it around as his nose brushed against your bud. You tried to suppress your moans, tilting your head back as he sucked and licked your sensitive areas, your legs twitched with each touch. You wanted to push his head away, tell him to stop, but as he continued, your hand gripped at his scalp, tugging at his hair.

Slowly, Aegon pushed a finger in, pumping as he blew air at your bud, inserting another finger, licking at your juices as you squirmed in your seat. "Aegon, p-please..."

There was a tightening in your stomach as he curled his fingers, sucking on your bud and devouring your cunt, let out a gasp as you came, your legs shook as you panted slowly, but Aegon still remained under your skirts, lapping up your juices as he pulled his fingers from your core. He licked them one by one, slowly pushing himself away to see how pretty you looked panting for air.

His lips and chin were glistening, as he leaned in and kissed your lips. You could taste yourself on him, giving him more pleasure as you moaned into his mouth. Your stress was erased and replaced with lust; your eyes fluttered as you both separated.

"Did that work?" A hint of cockiness was laced in his words, "I am willing to try again."

With wobbly legs, you rose, causing Aegon to stagger up as well. You noticed a lump in his pants, tightening the area, Aegon took note of this and let out a breathy laugh. The air was thick and hot, your hands fumbled at his belt, Aegon assisted as fast as he could. Before he could drop his pants, a knock echoed through the room.

"Princess? Are you in there?" Mara's gentle voice barely made it through the wooden door.

You both quickly pulled away, scrambling around the room in a frenzy. You pressed your finger against your lips, gesturing toward the passageway door. Aegon nodded, moving toward the door but swiftly turned back, stealing a quick kiss before hurrying away and gently closing the door as Mara entered.

"Oh, Princess! I didn't realize you were here! Shall I draw you a bath?" Mara bustled in, setting down lotions and oils on the table.

You smoothed your dress, still feeling the lingering sensation of Aegon's lips. "Yes, please. That would be wonderful."

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 9- Long Live the Birthday Girl) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen

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The echoes of conversations resounded around you, but you paid little attention. The Blackwater felt cold as you dipped your feet into the water. Women laughed as they strolled by with their escorts, oblivious to your presence by the water's edge.

The sound of footsteps approaching from behind pulled you out of your thoughts. Keeping your back turned, you picked up a stone and threw it, causing your dress's hem to get wet. Leaning down again, you grabbed another stone.

You screamed when hands suddenly gripped your shoulders and pushed you deeper into the water. It was Jace, laughing heartily and trying to catch his breath.

"That wasn't funny, Jace!" You squeezed your skirts, water streaming from them.

"Apologies, but you were practically asking for it, standing there. I couldn't resist!" Jace extended a hand, his smirk still etched on his face.

“Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be causing mischief with Luke?” you asked, stepping closer to your brother and playfully splashing water at him.

"Ah, you see, I would, but I wanted to be the first to wish my sister a happy nameday," he said with a sheepish smile. "Unless someone has already beaten me to it, then I might as well head back to my chambers."

Right, your birthday, you had totally forgotten. Last night had left your head in a clouded mess. By the time you had entered your bedchamber, it was well past the hour of the ghost. When you tried to rest, your mind refused to quiet down.

"Actually, you were the first, brother. Thank you," you struggled to get out of the water, your saturated dress clinging to your legs, making it a challenge to walk back onto the land.

"Have you seen mother?" Jace asked, a curious tone in his voice. "Have you spoken to her, I mean?"

His phrasing made you tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward in a nervous manner. "I feel as though she doesn't like it here."

It was true. Your mother harbored a strong dislike for King's Landing—not the city itself, but certain individuals within the Red Keep's walls. "That wouldn't surprise me. Remember when mother first received the summons for us to return? She was seething with anger."

Jace led the way back towards the castle, the breeze slowly drying your dress. "I think she wants us to go back home."

This revelation caused you to falter in your steps. "But this is our home. It always has been."

Jace didn't argue; his hand remained on the small of your back as he escorted you back into the Keep. When you initially left, the sun had barely started illuminating the sky, so as you entered the bustling halls, everyone stopped to celebrate your nameday.

"Princess, you look absolutely radiant today!" One of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting complimented, her eyes assessing your face before falling on your skirts.

"Thank you, my lady." You followed her gaze. "I-"

"My sister is so clumsy; she was walking on the rocks near the Blackwater and slipped. Mother won't be pleased. Please excuse us," Jace joked, chuckling as he guided you away from the crowd.

"You never cease to embarrass me, Jace," you grumbled, finally reaching your bedchamber, bidding Jace goodbye as you closed the door behind you.

"Where have you been, daughter?" Your mother's soft voice met you as she rested against your chair, looking towards the door.

"I was by the Blackwater. I slipped," you replied with a gentle smile, walking over to her as she stood up.

Her hair was elegantly styled in an updo, braids wrapped around like a nest of snakes. Her dress, a deep red with black, featured loose sleeves that trailed along the floor. She opened her arms, pulling you close. "I cannot believe how old you are."

Her comment prompted an exhale, nearly causing you to melt into her embrace. She quickly let go upon feeling the wetness of your skirts. "I came back to change."

You adorned a gold gown, its loose long sleeves yet another choice to accentuate your womanly figure.

"Your grandsire wishes to see you," your mother said softly, focusing on styling your hair.

"How is he feeling?" You asked as she braided your hair, attempting to pin it into a low braided bun, leaving the front parts loose.

Rhaenyra sighed softly. "Not well enough, or so I am told by the Queen."

Fumbling with your fingers, you asked, "Shall we go see him then?" As your mother finished pinning your hair, her hands fell to your shoulders as she agreed.

Ushering you out of your chamber, your mother led you to her father's chambers. He had been confined there most days, either lying in bed or working on his buildings. After yesterday's storm, he remained in the darkness of his chamber. Once your mother softly knocked on the door, a weak voice from within called, "Come in."

His room was dimly lit, with incense burning at all corners, enveloping the King's bed. "Who is it?"

His voice sounded different than it had yesterday, filled with anguish. New dark marks were visible on his cheek.

Summoning your courage, you responded, "It's Y/N, grandsire."

Slowly, a smile formed on his face as he lifted himself from his bed. "Y/N, yes, come here, let me see you."

Your mother allowed you to approach, inching closer to the King. His hand gently grasped yours, rubbing it slowly as he spoke, "I remember when you were first brought into this world. So small... You had a mighty loud cry, one that could be heard from the Wall. And now you stand here, a grown woman."

You returned his smile. "Thank you, grandsire. I'm grateful to be back here... I'm grateful for these celebrations; it's more than I deserve."

The King chuckled softly, "I fear I don't have much time left in this world. When I pass, your mother will take my place. And when she's gone, it will be your turn. In these times, it's crucial to find you a husband fit to rule alongside you, to guide you. My Queen assists more than ever since... well, now."

His hand lifted, gently caressing the small amount of silver in your hair. Your voice held a sweet tone, "I believe you'll get better, grandsire."

His laughter was soon interrupted by coughing, struggling to catch his breath. He gestured toward the goblet with milk of the poppy on the table. Reacting swiftly, you reached for it and tipped it to his lips. "Thank you, dear girl. The realm is lucky to have you..."

Your mother moved behind you, gently intervening, "Let's give him some rest, Y/N."

Reluctantly, you nodded, placing a kiss on your grandsire's head before leaving with your mother. "Will he be well enough for tonight's festivities, mother?"

Her expression was somber as she nodded, and you both turned a corner, coming face to face with the Queen and her daughter, Helaena. Your mother tensed, eyeing Alicent, while Helaena smiled, reaching for your hand.

"Your Grace," your mother nodded, though her smile seemed strained. You repeated the gesture, but Alicent acknowledged it, extending her hand toward yours.

"Princess, would you mind accompanying us? I'm having new gowns made for Helaena, and I'd love to get measurements for you as well." Alicent's smile seemed to cut through your mother's facade, but you appealed silently with your eyes.

"Alright," your mother kissed your head, "I'll see you tonight."

The Queen and Helaena swiftly led you to the Queen's chambers, where a seamstress awaited.

"I apologize for the untimely invitation, princess," Alicent said, gesturing to the seamstress and the array of silk samples on the table.

"No need to apologize, Your Grace. I appreciate your thoughtfulness," you replied, declining the offered seat from Helaena, trying to avoid meeting her gaze.

"Family always comes first. We've been planning new dresses for a while now, and with Helaena's condition, I thought it best to take measurements now," Alicent added, her eyes shining with pride for her daughter.

You quickly turned your head toward the blonde, noticing her bashfully holding her stomach. "Are you with child?"

Helaena bashfully nodded. "I found out recently..."

Your chest tightened at the thought of her being pregnant. You wondered if she knew who the father was, but more importantly, you were disturbed by the thought of Aemond.

"Y/N, stand up here," Alicent pointed to the pedestal, where the seamstress stood with her needles. "I was thinking maybe these colors…"

You zoned out during the fitting; no one seemed particularly attentive. Helaena remained silent, avoiding your gaze. The rift between you felt palpable, an invisible wall that left you uncertain about your emotions. The man who had kissed you, hugged you, and touched you was now with Helaena. You were entangled with her husband and paramour, a situation that left you feeling repulsed.

Once you were in the comforts of your own chambers, you finally let out an exasperated sigh. The ball was only a couple of hours away, and you wanted to take your time getting ready. Mara wasn't present with any oils or lotions, but you didn't mind.

The sunlight poured into your room, rendering the candles unnecessary. Birds chirped on a nearby branch, their melody a comforting backdrop as you unclasped your earrings and placed them in a small bowl.

The jarring noise of the passageway door halted your actions. You paused, anticipating which uncle's voice would fill the room, but instead, there was an unsettling silence.

"Who is it?" Your hands fell to your sides, clutching your skirts as you cautiously moved into the next room, finding Aemond standing in the doorway. "Aemond."

His gaze remained fixed on the floor, an unsettling tension emanating from his presence. His steady breaths did little to alleviate the unease, and when he finally straightened up and locked eyes with you, a chill ran down your spine. "Niece."

You wanted to restrain your sharp words, but they slipped out before you could stop them. "Helaena is with child."

He didn't appear surprised by this revelation, not until you added, "Is it yours?" That's when his demeanor turned stern.

"What?" He hissed, attempting to feign ignorance, but you had witnessed the scene firsthand the night before.

“I know, Aemond. You and her… I saw last night. Does Aegon know? Does he know you're fucking his wife?” Your words cut sharply, prompting Aemond to approach, his face mere inches from yours as he whispered.

“Does your mother know what you do in the dead of night? Does she know about your escapades with anyone who gives you the slightest attention?” His fingers traced your face as he spoke, his voice laced with derision. “So, niece, have you already given yourself away to some lowly man, or are you holding out for a more… respectable one?”

Your hand stung against his face as you slapped him. His face reddened, whether from the slap or anger was uncertain. He retaliated by seizing your hair, forcing you to look up at his remaining eye. Your hands instinctively tried to pry his fingers away, but he slowly reached to remove his eye patch.

“Look. Look at it, see what your family has done.” Through gritted teeth, you stared at the empty socket, a horrifying gash of flesh that turned your stomach. “I wanted to see how easily you’d bend... How quickly you'd forget what happened.”

A lump formed in your throat, realizing his manipulative game. He'd played with your feelings, orchestrating a twisted form of revenge for something you had no part in. “Fuck you.”

Aemond clicked his tongue, “You don’t get to be angry. You and your family don’t belong here; you bastards deserve nothing. You’d be lucky if a farmer's son even glanced your way.”

“I’ll tell the King…”

“Tell the King what? That you behaved like a whore from the Silk Streets? Tell him about Helaena and me, and I’ll ruin you, and you know it.” He released your hair violently, sending you crashing to the floor as he leaned in.

You slowly raised your head defiantly, “Why?”

Aemond smirked, “It was Aegon’s idea, actually. It all began the first night you arrived, after supper when Aegon cut your hair… I didn’t expect you to trust me so quickly, to submit to me so easily…” As he spoke, his slender fingers hovered near your hair, retracting when you shifted, trying to distance yourself from his touch.

"Leave." Your voice quivered with anger, nearly blinded by fury, "Leave!"

Your rage seemed to amuse Aemond even more as he turned to retreat through the passageway, leaving you alone.

The birdsong outside ceased, and you finally released a deep sob, covering your face with your hands, lying on the floor.

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The Great Hall was alive with revelry, filled with dancing and laughter as the fiddle and drums set a lively tempo. Seated at the table, your mind felt empty, wearing a plain expression on your face. Since Aemond left your presence, you had never felt so disgusted with yourself. No matter how harshly Mara scrubbed at your skin, you still felt the lingering touch of Aemond on you.

"Y/N, I believe someone wishes to dance with you..." Rhaenyra whispered into your ear, drawing your attention to Cregan Stark, who stood near the dancefloor, occasionally glancing in your direction.

"Oh," was all you could manage, rising from your seat and gathering your skirts.

Your dress, a blend of red and black, featured a cape-like effect at the shoulders, adorned with gold embroidery. It was simpler than what you wore on the first night of the celebration. Clicking your heels slightly, you descended the steps to face Cregan, who closed the distance and offered his arm.

"Princess." He lifted your hand to his lips.

You forced a smile, "Lord Stark."

Taking to the dancefloor, you tried to push the events of the afternoon out of your mind. Cregan's gentle touch helped you relax as he twirled you around, and the music picked up. The dance had everyone light on their feet, jumping and bouncing, spinning to different partners. When you separated from Cregan, another young lord took his place, circling slowly as the ladies walked on their toes and the men turned on their heels.

Unknown to you, you were being observed. Across the room, near the towering wooden doors, Aegon sat with a goblet of wine in one hand, idly tapping his rings against the metal. He arrived late at the festivities, likely preoccupied with drink or his usual dalliances with the whores. His gaze remained fixed on you as you swayed amidst the many lords and ladies in the room. Since last night, Aegon had spent hours lost in his cups, attempting to drown out the overwhelming sensation of power he felt when in your presence. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care, indifferent to the possibility of anyone discovering their illicit connection.

Setting his goblet aside, he made his way to the dancefloor, subtly maneuvering through the crowd of dancers. While you were engrossed in the dance, every man vied for your favor, their fingertips lingering on your skin a fraction too long before moving on to another partner. As you looked up, you were surprised to find Aegon flawlessly following the dance moves.

"Niece," his voice, low and tinged with the scent of wine, reached your ears as you circled each other. "You look rather beautiful tonight."

Trying to ignore him, you felt a warmth spread across your face as he spoke. "Is that so?"

Aegon merely hummed, smoothly guiding the dance. It struck you how he chose to remain silent, his demeanor calm as you faced each other.

How could he be so coy when he'd been making me feel like a fool? Words flooded from your mouth before you thought, "Congratulations might be in order, uncle. I hope your wife brings you a healthy babe…"

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice low, "I know you don't think me a fool. The way your pretty mouth twists words, just speak plainly."

A shiver ran down your spine as you leaned in, the dance continuing, "Are you the father?"

Aegon tensed at the question, his steps faltering slightly, "It doesn't matter, as long as the child bears pure Valyrian blood."

As the others switched partners, you and Aegon remained locked in the dance, circling each other. Rhaenyra, watching from the table, grew concerned, noting your whispered conversation that persisted even as the song played on.

"īlon missed nykeā dorolvie steps, uncle." We missed a few steps, uncle. You said, smiling at the men glaring at the prince.

A low chuckle escaped Aegon, "Pōnta ēdan jeme bantis..." They had you all night. Your eyes darted to Cregan, who was two dance partners away. Aegon followed your gaze, "Is that the kind of man you fancy?"

"I don't have a particular type of man," you jest, locking eyes with your uncle. "Though, I wonder why you're so interested."

Aegon's laughter drew attention, even from the King and Queen, their expressions horrified as you both danced. "Why do you care if the child in Helaena's womb is mine?"

Your cheeks flushed as you missed yet another partner switch, sparking murmurs among the crowd. "I wonder if it's part of your twisted plan with your brother."

Aegon's face drained of color. "Y/N..."

"I don't care to hear your excuses, only that I know. Your brother visited me in my chambers this afternoon and said some hurtful and vile things about my time here." You softened your expression, trying to mask your hurt.

As the music hastened to its end, Aegon found himself speechless. He stumbled over his steps and fumbled with excuses while partners changed again. Cregan stepped up to your side as the music concluded.

"May I?" He glared at Aegon, who, now with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, nodded and moved away to the large table for more wine.

Cregan led you to a corner of the room, offering you a glass of wine. "You might find yourself hosting these festivities one day."

You chuckled, sipping the wine. "Perhaps, but not anytime soon. I'd need a dutiful husband to help plan and balance such events."

Cregan smirked. "You'd make a stunning Queen."

Surprised, you almost choked on your wine. "My mother will be an excellent Queen. But I doubt the realm is ready for another woman on the Iron Throne."

Leaning in, Cregan disagreed, "I don't believe that to be true." He then knelt down, causing you to plead for him to rise.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, noticing eyes turning toward you both.

"I, Cregan Stark, promise to be faithful to the future Queen Rhaenyra and her heir, the Princess Y/N. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new." As he finished, your face flushed, and a line started forming behind Cregan, young lords pledging their allegiance to you and your mother.

Rhaenyra glanced at her father, who wore a small smile, and then at the Queen, who showed no warmth, her expression reflecting clear distaste as the voices echoed around them. Aemond sat at the table, scoffing as he downed another glass of wine, while Aegon sulked beside him, glaring as yet another young lord recited those words.

The line nearly wrapped around the room; some men chose not to kneel, which wasn't surprising, but each man who did made everything seem more real. You were the future Queen, and they were prepared to serve you until their last breath.

It felt like hours until the line finally ended. Standing there, you faced your mother, uncertain whether her expression conveyed fear or approval. But Rhaenyra's smile was enough to dispel your nerves, and you smiled at the crowd as they erupted into applause.

Entering your chambers, warmed by the fireplace and moonlight streaming through the window, you untangled your hair, undoing the braids with your fingers as you approached the fireplace. Before you could reach it, you spotted a figure lounging in your chair.

"Doesn't anyone remember to knock before entering my chambers?" you teased, moving closer to the chair and leaning over.

Aegon lazily tilted his head. "I've been waiting for you."

You rolled your eyes, finally freeing your hair from its braid. "I apologize; I would have urged the lords to hasten their pledges had I known you were waiting in my chambers."

Aegon grunted as he stood up, slipping his hand into his pocket. "You're still upset."

"Not in the slightest."

"I don't wish to explain myself to you, Y/N. I know we went too far—"

"Correct, you did. It was wrong, and in fact, I'd like for you to leave my chambers immediately," you snapped, turning to face Aegon as he retrieved something from his pocket. "What is that?"

"The reason why I was late." He walked closer, presenting a necklace. "I got you a gift."

You were taken aback, examining the necklace. It was delicate, a silver chain leading to a ruby encircled by leaf designs. You were speechless, merely lifting your hair for Aegon to clasp the necklace. It was beautiful, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Do you still want me to leave?" His voice was smug as he stepped back, admiring the necklace around your neck.

You ignored him, walking over to the chair he had occupied earlier; the fire felt warm against your skin. "It's pretty... But it doesn't mean you're forgiven... Do you know what he said to me? How he called me a whore and how foolish I was to trust someone who truly despises me. How it was your idea, and you cutting my hair was the beginning of the cruel torment."

Aegon approached your side slowly, sighing as he ran his hand over his mouth. "Y/N..."

"Don't pretend, uncle. Remember how you detest me? Always have, and this..." You gestured to the necklace, "Is just another way to hurt me further. Last night, was that more fuel for blackmail?"

Aegon let out a throaty laugh. "Are you quite finished? I can tolerate you when I'm drunk, and when am I not? You say you despise me, but you could have told me to leave earlier, sent in guards to carry me out, yet you didn't. We are two sides of the same coin."

You hummed in agreement, still avoiding his gaze, no matter how many times he pleaded for you to look at him.

"I'm not my brother," he whispered, dropping to his knee in front of you. His hands rested on your knees as he spoke, "Must I prove that I'm not him?"

You remained silent, curious to see what he would do. His actions reminded you of your younger brothers, trying to beg your mother for forgiveness.

"I, Aegon Targaryen, second of my name, promise to be faithful to you, Princess Y/N, future heir to the Iron Throne. I pledge fealty to you and shall defend you against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new."Aegon's hands gripped your legs, his eyes never leaving yours until he finally took a staggered breath.

You leaned close to him, placing your lips softly against his cheek as he sank back on his heels. "Did you mean that?"

Aegon squeezed your legs again, "Every word."

Only a split moment passed before Aegon's lips crashed onto yours. You sank back into your chair as Aegon moved to his feet, leaning over your frame. His hand pulled at your neck, moving your mouth closer to his as the kiss intensified.

Aegon moved to kiss your jaw, eliciting soft moans escaping your lips. He ventured to your neck, kissing and biting around, trying to find your sensitive spot. You shoved him slightly, giving him a watchful glare as he stopped, his breath still close to your throat.

"I think you should go, before you get carried away," you whispered into his ear, "Before I get carried away."

A small smile crept onto Aegon's lips as he nodded, "Then I will leave you to it, niece."

Red-faced, you stood to escort him to the passageway door. It was far past the hour of the bat, and the halls would be full of guards. "Goodnight, uncle."

Aegon nodded before closing the door behind him.

When you awoke, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You had slept in your gown; your mind was racing, so you didn't feel like taking it off. You stripped, changing into a dusty yellow dress. For the first time in weeks, you wished to break your fast with your family.

You skipped down the steps leading to your mother's chambers. She always took breakfast there, where she could be alone with her children.

You knocked softly, unsure if your mother and stepfather were awake, but the door quickly opened.

"Y/N!" Rhaenyra gasped, "I wasn't expecting you to be here so early."

You let yourself in, seeing she was already dressed. "I wished to break my fast with you. Is that so wrong?"

At the table sat Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, all glancing up at you with smiles. Your youngest brothers Aegon and Viserys, babbled on the floor. Jace quickly pulled back a chair for you, teasing about how energetic you were.

"No, of course, you can... sit." Rhaenyra stammered, seeming almost anxious.

"Is everything okay?" Your face faltered as you scraped food onto your plate.

Rhaenyra paused before the table, the words struggling to leave her lips. "Daemon is in council with the King for your proposals."

You cocked your head. "Why not you?"

Rhaenyra sighed, aware of your feelings about Daemon. "He's closer to your father. He knows how much your dowry is..."

You gulped, nodding as she finished. Jace laughed, "We could just give you away for free if it gets you out of our hair."

You playfully slapped his arm as your younger brothers laughed at your expense. You finally felt the stress lift from your shoulders, joking with your brothers, but your mother seemed standoffish.

"Mother, are you—"

You were cut off by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. Daemon's rambles echoed as he called the King names and the Queen even worse.

"What is it?" Rhaenyra asked, stroking her stomach, which had grown ever so slightly.

"We had a beneficial proposal, but it was overruled..." Daemon hissed, pacing the floor, leaving you all stunned. "My brother and that bitch of a Queen thought it would be better if they had another..."

"What is it?" You interrupted, rising from your seat. Daemon slowly turned to face you, and for a split moment, you saw the softness in his expression.

"The Queen has proposed for you to be wed to her son, Aemond..." He spoke softly, but you didn't hear what else he had to say.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, a lump forming in your throat. "What about Lord Stark? Marry me to him, please! Beg them, demand it! Let me marry Cregan Stark, please!" Tears welled up in your eyes.

Jace rose, anger vibrating in his throat as he said, "Betroth us! You can't make her marry him..."

The room filled with yells and pleas, but they fell on deaf ears. You were to be betrothed to Aemond Targaryen; you felt trapped in your personal hell.

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A/N: Sorry for the late post. Now this is going to shift more to Aegon x the reader. Will try to post more often as I can.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 8- More Devine Than Wine) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen

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The morning after the feast left you in a fragile state. Your overindulgence in wine had left its mark as you lay on your bed, your stomach facing the ceiling while Mara went to fetch tea for you.

"Princess, sip on the tea while I start your bath," Mara's voice echoed too loudly as she closed your bedchamber doors.

"Mara, I appreciate your kindness, but please be a little less... loud," you murmured, rubbing your temples and rising to your feet. Your nightgown clung to your body, the open window allowing warm air into the room. Today was the tourney, and the heat was almost unbearable.

Lifting the teacup to your lips, you listened to the birds chirping in the trees. "The bath is ready."

Setting the cup down, you shed your nightgown and stepped into the tub. The water was hot but felt heavenly as Mara wet your hair, applying oils and soaps to your scalp, gently scrubbing.

The door opened, revealing your mother.

"We no longer knock?" You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming as your mother smiled at you.

"I just wished to let you know that Cregan Stark requested your presence in the courtyard," Rhaenyra's smile widened as she noticed your face light up.

"Oh, okay, I'll meet him once I'm finished," you blushed, looking up at Mara, "Can you... um... hurry?"

Mara nodded, scrubbing faster. Rhaenyra sighed, pacing the room toward your wardrobe, "You don't need to rush, though... How about this dress? It would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

You turned to see the ruby red dress, a sweetheart neckline with gold embroidery. Your mother pulled it from your wardrobe, laying it on your bed, instructing Mara to leave your hair down.

Mara agreed, helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a towel. Rhaenyra hummed as she looked out the window, while Mara dressed you.

Your hair by then was damp. Rhaenyra instructed Mara to leave, telling her she could finish getting you ready. She brushed through your waves, humming the songs she used to sing to you when you were little. Your headache slowly dissipated as you relaxed to your mother's soft voice.

"Okay, let's have a look at you," Rhaenyra smiled, inspecting you through the mirror. You smiled back, feeling much simpler than the previous night. You adjusted the tight sleeves, smoothing down the skirts. "You look perfect, don't fret."

She escorted you to the courtyard, and there was no need to search for Cregan Stark. He stood out, almost pitifully, a wolf amid dragons. Northern men typically dressed in layers of clothes and furs, yet Cregan wore a thin cotton long sleeve under a leathered vest.

"Princess," he nodded to your mother before focusing on you, "Princess."

"Lord Stark," you smiled, feeling your mother's departure from your company. "I must admit, I was a bit surprised by your request to see me."

"Was I too eager? Did my request catch you off guard?" He smiled, guiding you down the cobblestone walkway.

"No, I was awake. I suppose I overindulged in spirits last night," you chuckled, glancing up quickly. "Although, I don't typically drink that much..."

Cregan laughed as you attempted to explain, "Don't worry, princess. In the North, you have to drink to stay warm. If you don't, one trip during the winter would leave you frozen."

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you both rounded the corner. Lords and ladies respectfully made way as you walked, although the added attention wasn't something you particularly enjoyed. Cregan walked beside you, his hand hovering near the small of your back, guiding you through the crowds.

"Lord Stark—"

"You can call me Cregan," he offered, waiting for your response.

"Cregan... Your sigil, it's a direwolf, correct?" You furrowed your brow, recalling the simplest lesson your Septa had taught you. "Have you ever seen one before?"

Cregan smiled, gazing ahead as he answered, "Yes, I have. There aren't many that venture south of the Wall. I consider myself fortunate to have seen one."

You hummed, nudging a pebble on the ground. "I wish to see one before the last of them return north."

The wind picked up, tousling your hair as you looked skyward to a cloudless sky. The clash of metal caught your attention, leading you both around the corner to witness two men engaged in a brutal fight, both sporting silver locks.

Their battle was fierce, each blow appearing painful. Now you understood why your brothers often showed up to supper with bruises. Aegon glanced up briefly, his eyes scanning your figure next to Cregan, who had a protective hand over you. Aemond, however, paid no attention, taking advantage of the distraction to strike Aegon in the back.

"Let's go this way, Y/N," Cregan whispered, guiding you away from the pair. It fell silent for a moment, the clashing sounds growing fainter as you reached the edge of the walkway overlooking the Blackwater. The water was calm, waves lapping over the rocks, and the cold breeze played with the fabric of your skirts.

"When should I bring you back?" Cregan asked, gazing out to the horizon. "You must need to get ready for the tourney."

You hummed, interlocking your hands in front of you. "I shouldn't be late, like I was last night."

Cregan smiled softly, extending his hand. "I shall escort you back, just in case you get lost on your way."

His hand felt warm against your skin as you clasped it in yours. Cregan was a sweet man and seemed the best choice for your hand. If you were honest, he provided a welcome distraction from your uncles. Spending more time with either of them felt dangerous. Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before parting ways. You walked briskly to your room, leaning against the door once you closed it.

"Cregan's grip softened as you entered the castle walls, and he kissed your hand before departing. You walked quickly to your room, leaning against the door as you closed it.

"Back from your walk, niece?" A scream escaped your mouth as you turned to see Aemond sitting at your table.

"What are you doing in here?" You whispered harshly, stepping toward the table but keeping your distance.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" He smirked, rising from the chair and hovering over you, trapping you between himself and the table.

"I was just... answer my question." You straightened your back, trying to appear tall but failing.

His hand gripped your cheek. "I wanted to check on you before... You looked beautiful last night."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you tried to quell your nerves. "Then why didn't you say that last night?"

Aemond's eyebrows raised. "You weren't in the mood for such... flattery." His hand pulled your head closer, his lips grazing yours, awaiting your response."

"I find it strange how you wish to be this close to me," Your eyes glossed over his eye, "Do you have any other intensions, uncle?"

Aemond's lips crashed onto yours, gripping at the nape of your neck. Your hand rested against the back of the table, trying to steady yourself as Aemond pushed forward, his hips pressed against yours. Lips danced whist your tongues fought for dominance, in which he won. His hand pulled you closer, lifting your leg, his nails dug into your flesh earning a soft gasp from you.

"Aemond..." You gasped, feeling his hand move higher on your thigh. You felt a tightening in your stomach as he inched closer to your core. "Aemond, we mustn't go this far."

Aemond's body tensed, glaring at you before scoffing. "I will not keep you, niece."

His hands shoved off of you, as if you were poisonous, leaving your room in a puff. Your skirt was hiked up, your hair was a mess, and you felt a certain slick from between your legs. Frustration filled your veins as you stripped from your dress, wearing a gold and red dress, the same style as the one you were already wearing.

You braided the top half of your hair like a crown, brushing out your waves before stepping out of your room.

"Y/N!" Helaena's voice echoed down the hall. She rushed towards you, clutching her skirts, and enveloped you in a hug. "I heard about this morning."

Your throat tightened. "What do you mean?"

Helaena whispered, her eyes twinkling, "Cregan Stark. The Wolf of the North!"

You exhaled shakily. "Oh, yes... He's a very pleasant man... Kind and... quite handsome."

Helaena beamed as you both strolled down to the carriages. Outside, you noticed Aemond, Aegon, Jace, and Luke all waiting.

"Are they making us all arrive together?" You asked, wrinkling your nose and avoiding eye contact with your uncles.

"Unfortunately," Jace replied, his gaze shifting from Aegon to Aemond. Aegon scoffed and spun on his heels, attempting to disengage.

Slowly, a carriage arrived, spacious enough for all of you. Helaena practically dragged you inside before anyone else could join. Once everyone squeezed in, the carriage set off for the tourney grounds. Helaena sat to your left, Jace and Luke to your right. Across from you were Aegon and Aemond, both seemingly disinterested, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye, although you felt Aegon's gaze, his eyes already hazy.

When the carriage stopped, Aemond and Aegon were the first to leave, disappearing to take their places in the viewing box. Jace and Luke waited for you and Helaena, extending their hands to escort you both inside. As you reached your seats, the sounds of cheers erupted from the arena.

The King and Queen sat in the center, with your mother and Daemon on the King's side, and the Hand of the King on the Queen's side. Below them, the children and grandchildren sat closest to the action. Aegon and Aemond were already seated, Aegon somehow managing to find wine and already onto his third cup. Helaena sat next to Aemond, and you followed next to her. The wind picked up, clouds starting to block the sun.

The King stood, but everyone remained seated. "Welcome! Though the weather seems to not be so forgiving, I will make simple work of this speech: May the best man win!"

Cheers erupted as the men rode out on their horses. Truthfully, you didn't care much for tourneys—the bloodshed and bad sportsmanship didn't appeal to you. Helaena held her favor on her lap, as did you. Your flowers were a sorry sight, dried and brittle, red roses and small white petals woven into the stems.

The first match was between men from House Tully and House Baratheon. They exchanged jests before standing on opposite sides, charging at each other until their jousting pole snapped. Helaena jumped as the man from House Tully fell, spitting blood and lying on the ground. You noticed Aemond grabbing her hand, offering a slight rub in comfort.

Next were House Arryn and House Lannister. Both men circled around, receiving cheers from the crowd. The man from House Lannister requested your mother's favor. She sighed, getting up to throw it over the pole, earning a teasing smile from you as she gripped your shoulder.

Thunder rumbled overhead, as if a dragon was about to strike. You turned to your grandsire, who shifted uneasily in his seat, blood trickling from his nose. Lightning struck, startling the horses and the crowd. The Queen called for all carriages to be prepared, holding onto the King and tending to his nosebleed. Rhaenyra and Daemon assisted as they left the area. The wind whipped around the top of the tent, tearing it slightly as the rain pelted down, stinging your skin.

"Helaena, go find a carriage," you instructed, taking one last look at the tourney grounds before another lightning bolt struck the ground. Jace grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the opening. The wind intensified, nearly knocking Helaena over as women struggled with their dresses clinging to their legs. Aemond steadied his sister and guided her toward a carriage. Jace and Luke dashed to another, everyone scrambling into different carriages than they had arrived in.

"Help!" A woman's cry rang out from behind, causing you to halt. "Help!"

Struggling against the wind, you found a woman trapped beneath a wooden pillar. Her leg was pinned, and she was covered in mud.

"I'll help you, just give me a moment..." You panted, looking around for assistance, but there was no one nearby. You gripped the wooden pillar, trying to lift it, but it was too heavy. The woman cried out in pain as you strained, unable to lift it enough for her to free herself.

"Please! Don't leave me, princess!" the woman begged, rain pelting down harder as thunder and lightning grew closer and louder.

"I'll try again," you panted, your hands now covered in mud and blood as you struggled to maintain your grip. The wood cut into your hands as you strained, attempting to lift it. With a lighter second tug, the woman managed to crawl out and escape.

"Thank you! Thank you both!" she exclaimed, kneeling briefly before bolting away. As you turned, you found Aegon behind you, his clothes soaked and covered in mud. He gripped your arm as debris flew around.

There were no more carriages, and the horses posed too much risk. Aegon guided you down a narrow road, attempting to follow the path, but falling debris nearly rendered you unconscious.

"Aegon, we have to find somewhere safe. We don't know when the storm will pass, and walking back isn't an option," you pleaded, attempting to wipe the mud from your face. Aegon glanced longingly back toward the Keep before tugging you down the road again.

He pulled hard, maneuvering you over debris to ensure your safety, even as your hands felt raw. Lightning struck a nearby home, sending sparks and flames forward. Aegon hesitated momentarily before rushing forward. The streets began to flood, and you tried to hold your skirts above the water. The Keep was nearby, but the carriages were behind the walls, the gates closing.

"Aegon... The gates are closed; we'll have to go around," your voice struggled to be heard amidst the cacophony of screams and chaos.

"Come on," he guided you between buildings, gripping your hips to navigate past loose horses. The storm ravaged everything in its path. Your legs ached, and when you couldn't jump, Aegon lifted you.

Soaked, covered in mud, and in pain, you both reached the Keep. No guards noticed as you tracked mud into the main stairwell, listening to the Queen and Rhaenyra's frantic shouts.

"What do you mean they weren't in a carriage?"

"Where in the Seven Hells would they be?" Your mother's voice echoed with worry. "Daemon, please go out and find them."

Aegon released your hand as you solemnly stepped into view. Mud caked your wet skirts, your hair was completely soaked, and your hands were red and raw.

At your side stood Aegon, his hair just as wet, mud staining his clothes and boots. His face was pale, dark circles under his eyes indicating exhaustion. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with annoyance, "No need."

Rhaenyra's heart sank as she noticed your state, quickly ushering you to your room. Although you wanted to turn around and thank Aegon, he was gone, his footprints leading up the stairs to his bedchambers.

"My dear, when I found out you were still out there, I..." Your mother stammered, gently brushing warm water over your skin. She immediately ordered a bath to be prepared for you, which you welcomed gratefully.

"Mother, may I have a moment to myself? I just want to relax a bit," you requested, smiling as you rubbed the dirt from your face.

Rhaenyra nodded, leaving the room swiftly. It was midday, and the storm showed no signs of abating. Tree branches crashed against windows, and the wind howled outside. After finishing your bath, you dressed in a simple gold gown.

You paced your room, the sound of your shoes tapping against the floor echoing in the silence. A sense of unease settled in your stomach, compelling you to make a right decision. Despite trying to resist, you found yourself standing at the entrance to Aegon's bedchamber.

No guards were in sight, and an off-putting feeling came over you as your hand rose to knock three times on the door. The other side remained quiet, leading you to believe that Aegon might not be there. Perhaps he had left the Keep and gone to Flea Bottom? But no, the storm was still raging. Could he be drinking in the kitchens? Or maybe... he was with his wife.

The thought of his wife left a bitter taste in your mouth, though you couldn't discern why. After a brief pause with no response, you turned to leave, but just as you did, the door squeaked open.

"Alora?" Aegon's groggy voice came from behind you. You hesitantly turned around, taking in his disheveled appearance. It had only been a few hours since you were separated, yet he seemed worse for wear. He had cleaned off the mud, wearing a white formal shirt and black pants, his boots on but untied.

"Oh, Aegon," you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. Aegon watched with a bored expression, scratching his chin as he leaned against the doorframe. "I just wanted to thank you. You didn't need to come back for me, but you did."

Aegon pursed his lips, nodding absentmindedly. "Want some wine?"

His unexpected question caught you off guard, but you nodded and followed him into his chambers. The room was darker and messier than any you had seen before. Pitchers of wine were strewn about, and Aegon shut the door behind you, pouring a glass and pushing it toward you.

"Why did you truly come here, niece?" Aegon asked, pouring his own wine.

You raised your glass to your lips, sipping slowly before swallowing. "Just as I said, to thank you."

"To thank me..." Aegon mocked, circling around to sit on the foot of his bed. "You could have thanked me at any other time. Coming to my chambers in the evening seems quite... odd."

His eyes tried to probe into yours, but you refused to let him unsettle you. "And why did you request I come in for wine, uncle? Did you wish to keep my company?"

A small smile tugged at his lips as you leaned against his table, taking another sip of your wine. He tapped his foot against the bed, his hazy eyes glancing at the ground, clearly already drunk.

"Y/N, you look quite beautiful," he said, his voice coarse as he slowly looked up. To say you were shocked would be an understatement; Aegon never said anything nice to you.

"That's how I know you're drunk," you scoffed, placing your glass on the table. "Do you have anything else to do besides drink and give me... false hope?"

Aegon's expression twisted. "False hope? I try to be nice, and that isn't good enough for you? You constantly put me down, but trust me, if I wanted to harm you, I could."

You remained leaning against the table, arms crossed over your chest. "Is that so?"

Aegon gulped down his wine, then hurled the glass across the room, making you jump. "I could ruin you. I could tell everyone about Flea Bottom or spill about Aemond. I could lie to them all."

His face loomed closer to yours, making you straighten your back. "Then why haven't you? Why not tell them about last night too? Or are you afraid of getting in trouble for corrupting your dear niece?"

Aegon drew nearer, his voice taunting, "I haven't corrupted you yet, niece."

"Is that so?"

"You'd know what it feels like to be corrupted by me..." His breath tickled your lips, the closeness unnerving. He teased, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the table. "Is that what you want?"

Your lips met his before he could utter another word. Your hands tangled in his hair, granting better access as he groaned. His grip tightened around your waist, his lips moving in sync with yours as he gasped. When you pulled away, both of you were left panting. Aegon glared at you, brimming with lust and devotion.

"Is that how you corrupt..." Your words faded as Aegon's lips crashed back onto yours, biting your bottom lip so hard it drew blood. A soft moan escaped your lips, prompting Aegon to lift you up, clearing the table and settling you on it. His hands explored the back of your head, tugging at your hair as he kissed down your jawline, reaching your collarbone.

"Aegon..." You exhaled, moaning softly as he traced back up to your mouth, kissing you fervently as his hands wandered down to your legs. He paused, slowly moving to the hem of your dress. You gasped as his calloused hands glided upward.

"Aegon..." Your voice quivered as he gazed into your eyes, his own dark with intensity. He caressed your thighs, his voice low. "I could make you feel good... I could make you feel like you're riding a dragon... Would you like that?"

His hand moved closer up, rubbing in circles until he got close to your entrance. He waited for a response, slowly moving his lips to your neck. "I... Okay..."

That's all Aegon needed to hear before he attacked your lips once more, licking your bottom lip for entrance. You opened, your tongues danced as you felt his finger slide up against your folds, making your body shake. Your hands moved to Aegon's shoulders; your kisses faltered as Aegon coated his finger in your juices.

"So nice and wet... Is that all for me?" He purred in your ear, his finger worked at rubbing your clit. Your moan filled Aegon with pleasure as he quickened his pace, "Does that feel good?"

Another moan escaped from your lips; your hips buckled at his touch, slowly sliding a finger into you. "Aegon..." You moaned softly, leaning your head on the crook of his neck as he pumped his finger in and out. You found this surreal, moaning and panting your uncles name as he fucked you with his fingers.

"So nice and tight... But I think you can fit another in there..." He breathed against your neck, adding another digit into your warmth. Lude sounds erupted as he fastened his pace, each pump earned a squeal from you, and that drove Aegon further.

Your leg wrapped around Aegon's hips as he added another finger, pumping and blocking your moans with his lips. Your nails dug into him as he pumped faster with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other. Your mind became flooded, earning bites from Aegon as he worked from your neck and down your collar.

"Do you like that Y/N?" He whispered, earning a moan from your lips, "I need words, love."

You leaned into his ears, "Yes... I like it."

This earned a growl from him, as he squeezed in another finger pumping fast and working at your clit. You felt a twist in your core as he continued, and Aegon would feel you tighten around his fingers. "You are close aren't you?"

His hands moved in ungodly speeds, as you nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. He moved his fingers upwards inside you, curling them up and down causing you to peak faster. Your legs shook and eyes fluttered as you became undone, and Aegon's actions slowed, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Aegon pulled his fingers out, making eye contact with you as he licked them clean.

Once he pulled away, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Your hands slowly dropped to your sides as he stepped back.

"There. Do you feel corrupted now? Or shall we go further?" Aegon smirked, retreating to pour himself more wine. As you adjusted your skirts, you noticed his eyes never left your body, observing your descent from the table to your feet.

"I..." You began, but embarrassment flushed your cheeks, leaving the sentence incomplete. "Was that a joke to you?"

Aegon sucked air through his teeth, "It started that way, but dear niece, you taste divine."

Your face reddened as Aegon drew you into an embrace. "Aegon, please be serious."

Aegon chuckled, "I am. I've tasted many a whore, but none compared to you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You smirked, leaning into his arms, eliciting a hum from Aegon. But then the thought of Helaena struck you. "Wait... This isn't fair to Helaena."

Aegon rolled his eyes as you pushed him away. "I doubt she would mind."

The feeling of guilt consumed you as you walked towards the door, closing it behind you without another word. Your legs carried you throughout the castle in an attempt to clear your mind until you heard muffled moans.

Quickly hiding behind a wall, you witnessed two people engaged in passionate intimacy. You were near the kitchens, close to the servants' quarters, far from any guarded areas. The pair was fervently entwined near sacks of food, their actions echoed throughout the room. You turned the corner to see who it was, only to immediately regret it.

It was Helaena, her eyes closed, body moving with each thrust against the wall, while behind her stood her paramour.

Aemond.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 7- Blue and Black) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / semi/sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace

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Y/N Velaryon was a very stubborn girl. Her tongue was as sharp as Valyrian Steel; once angered, she would spit fire like a dragon.

The night Daemon caught her outside the Keep, she knew she would be in trouble. She thrashed and bit, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but to no avail.

While she and Aegon were in the tavern in Flea Bottom, the gold cloaks alerted Daemon of their leaving, prompting him to rally enough loyal men to try and find her.

Daemon was genuinely relieved he found her before anyone else could, but he knew she would not listen to him. He awoke Rhaenyra before he left, and she remained in Y/N's chamber until Daemon brought her back.

"What were you thinking?" Rhaenyra grabbed her daughter's face, yelling loud enough everyone could hear her from Dorne to the Wall.

"Let go!" Y/N slurred. "Aegon is still out there."

Rhaenyra pinched her cheeks, glaring daggers at her eldest child, while Daemon spoke, "He was found moments after you. It doesn't make going out to Flea Bottom any less dangerous. You saw how quickly you two were separated."

Y/N bit her cheek, unable to speak. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes as she finally croaked out, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? I have half a mind to cancel everything!" Rhaenyra snapped but then took a deep breath, holding her stomach. "But... it is far too late."

Y/N beamed, "Thank you, Mother. I will never do it again."

"You are right, you won't. You are to stay in your chamber until the guests arrive. You will remain here, and the guards will watch over all passageways," Rhaenyra said, smiling and softly rubbing her daughter's hair.

During that same night, a drunken Aegon was cornered by his brother. His personal guard found him, luckily without alerting his mother, but he was thrown into his chambers and locked in.

He sat muttering to himself when the door to his chambers opened. He didn't move, only poured himself another goblet of wine and downed it in one go.

"Aegon," Aemond's voice was flat, noting the blood on his hands. "What has happened?"

Aegon sucked in air through his teeth. "Who else knows?"

Aemond didn't speak for a moment, taking in the state of his older brother. "No one. I was... out when I heard the commotion."

Aegon tilted his head back, "Did they find Y/N?"

At the mention of her name, Aemond froze, his face burning after hearing her name from his brother's lips. "Y/N?"

Another sip of his wine, Aegon licked his lips, "We were down there. The crowd... we got separated."

Aemond stood frozen, "They must've found her."

Aegon nodded slightly before feeling a strike behind his head, "What was that for?"

"You took her out there. Did you not think if someone were to see? Did you consider the scandal?"

Aegon chuckled, pointing his finger, "Scandal. What exactly happened in that carriage earlier today? Or were you just trying to make a big show?"

Aemond clenched his jaw, smirking slightly before backing out of the room, but not before adding, "You're lucky I showed up and not Mother."

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Lyrax roared as he soared around the Keep, the town teeming with carriages. Despite the nearing midday sun, you showed no inclination to land.

On the day your confinement ended, you left without a word early in the morning. Aware of the impending trouble with your mother upon her discovery, today was a day you chose not to care.

"All those people down there," you pointed, "Are here for me. I won't be able to see you for the next few days, Lyrax."

Lyrax cooed in understanding as you spoke, comprehending every word. The roads leading to the Keep were blocked from Kings Landing to as far as Lyrax could fly.

A glint of light seized your attention, someone reflecting the sun's rays on your dragon.

"Gīda, Lyrax." You steadied his body, sitting upright, trying to locate the source of the light. Squinting, you found the reflection originating from a tower within the Keep.

Seizing the reins, you leaned down to guide Lyrax toward the Keep. Lords and ladies gazed skyward in wonder as Lyrax roared while passing them, circling around the Keep.

Everyone gawked at Lyrax, understanding the honor of being the first to see the Princess before the celebrations.

"Lyrax, Dracarys." You smiled, feeling him vibrate, turning away from the crowd as he spewed flames into the sea. The warmth on your cheeks hinted at the impending stern talk your mother would have upon your return, yet the crowd below cheered.

Observing the overhead sun casting its rays, you realized the stress had taken its toll. Your plans upon landing involved bathing, donning fine silk attire, perfecting your hair, and behaving as a proper lady. Your head spun, compelling you to rest against the saddle, shading your eyes with your arm. "Gīda, Lyrax. I'm going to... rest my eyes."

As you awoke, the sky was awash in pink and orange hues. Lyrax continued his steady flight, circling Kings Landing multiple times. Panic surged as you realized how late you would be.

"Shit! Shit, Lyrax. The feast should start within the hour, and I'm... shit!" You cried out, seizing the reins and guiding Lyrax to the dragon pit. Despite your urgency, Lyrax seemed to prolong his landing, circling the pit, much to your dismay, perhaps reveling in a bit of torment.

Thankfully, a carriage stood nearby, guarded by a sentinel. "Princess, shouldn't you be at the Keep by now?"

Your glare could cut stone. "I should be, but that won't happen if this carriage doesn't move." You took a seat, feeling the sudden jolt as it began to roll along the cobblestone road. Your leg bounced harshly against the seat until the carriage abruptly stopped.

"What's going on? Why have we stopped?" You peered out the window to see a line of halted carriages. "No! Shit, shit!"

You clambered out of the carriage in haste, ignoring the guard's shouts to return. Waiting would make you horribly late. Adrenaline surged as you leaped over crates, stumbling against walls, and unintentionally startling horses. Your legs carried you from the Dragon Pit to the Red Keep within minutes, a feat you could scarcely believe you accomplished without becoming ill.

Hurrying up the Keep's stairs, you were met with smiles and murmurs from lords and ladies alike. "Princess."

"Sister!" Jace's voice echoed through the halls to your chamber. "Why aren't you ready?"

You let out a shaky breath, turning as you continued walking towards your chambers. "I lost track of time."

Jace chuckled, "Well, you'd better hurry, you only have-"

"I'll see you in the Great Hall, brother!" You called out anxiously, swiftly finding your doorknob and slipping into your chamber.

Mara stood near the tub, her arms crossed, and her hair secured under a scarf. "Where have you been? The bath's gone cold, and we don't have enough time to do your hair! Seven hells, you smell of dragon!"

You began to discard your clothes. "I understand, Mara, and I'm just as anxious as you are."

On your bed lay your dress. You eyed it briefly before sinking into the frigid tub. Mara secured your hair to keep it dry, then meticulously scrubbed you with lavender soaps and oils, almost scrubbing your skin raw. After helping you out of the tub, she gently applied lavender lotions before assisting you in dressing.

The dress, adorned in House Velaryon's signature colors of silver and aquamarine, was a sight to behold. As Mara slipped it on, deftly tightening the back, you examined its front. The off-the-shoulder design featured tight sleeves cascading into a flowing cape-like effect. Its sweetheart neckline and the intricate silver and white embroidery on the sleeves and bodice added a regal touch. Image at the bottom of page, just ignore the crown)

Seated for your hair brushing, Mara skillfully twisted the front strands, forming them into a braided bun while allowing the rest of your waves to fall gracefully down your back. As she placed earrings in your ears, a tear formed in her eye.

"You look like... a true princess."

You managed a smile, though the realization of being late made your heart dip.

In the Great Hall, everyone was seated, engaged in conversations, their eyes periodically shifting towards the imposing wooden doors. The King, with a smile alternating between his table and an empty chair beside his daughter Rhaenyra, observed the room. Rhaenyra leaned in to whisper to Daemon, her face etched with worry as she tenderly rubbed her swollen stomach. Across the table, Aegon was nearing tipsiness, swiftly downing another glass of wine. Aemond, nursing his drink, leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the door. Despite his confusion over the grand event being thrown in your honor, he bit his tongue and waited.

The music softly played, serving as a background to the anxious ears and eyes that awaited the commotion behind the door between you, your handmaiden, and the guards.

"Yes, I know I'm late! The dress is fine, I'm fine. Hands, hands!" The door creaked open, revealing you clutching your skirts, finally releasing them. The room's collective gaze made your stomach flip, prompting you to briskly make your way toward the table by the Iron Throne.

The Queen smiled down at you as you approached, as did your mother. Rhaenyra rose from her seat, followed by Daemon and your brothers, Jace and Luke attempting to conceal their smirks, albeit unsuccessfully.

On the opposite side, you noticed Aegon and Aemond. Aegon stood, raising his glass with a tormentor's smirk plastered on his face. Helaena stood beside him, clapping and smiling as you drew near. By this time, everyone was standing, yet Aemond rose to his feet last, wearing a smirk that differed greatly from his brother's, though you couldn't quite decipher it.

Moving around the table, the silence felt oppressive; your heels clicked as you approached your grandsire, planting a kiss on his cheek before turning to your mother and doing the same to her. As you settled into your seat, everyone followed suit, leaving only the King standing.

"Let me express my gratitude to all of you for traveling great distances to join in these celebrations. We are truly blessed to have Princess Y/N back with us after her prolonged stay on Dragonstone. Today, on her nameday, my daughter Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, plans to honor her daughter by naming her after Princess Y/N, thus recognizing her as the heir once she and I have passed on."

Your cheeks flushed as applause filled the room, accompanied by a reassuring squeeze from your mother. Observing the table, you noted various reactions: your aunt's joy, your uncles' apparent lack thereof, and an unexpected shift in the Queen's demeanor. Her expression turned grave, her eyes darkened momentarily as she struggled to put on a smile.

"May these upcoming days bring us joy and excitement! Let the feast commence!"

Steaming platters of ham, chicken, goose, duck, along with an assortment of potatoes and vegetables were served. You filled your plate, though your appetite didn't match the eagerness in your eyes. The music filled the room with life, yet it lacked the raw vibrancy of the music in Flea Bottom.

"You look stunning, my dear," Rhaenyra smiled, her hand resting on yours.

"Thank you, Mother. I'm truly grateful for this." You moistened your lips before spearing a piece of meat with your fork. Shifting in your seat, you turned to your grandsire. "Thank you, Grandsire. This exceeds anything I could have expected."

He smiled, revealing missing teeth as he spoke, "Anything for the future heir."

Not 'granddaughter,' but 'heir.' Your breath caught, and you hastily reached for your glass of wine, draining it in one go.

"Princess," a lord ascended the stairs, bowing before addressing you, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You returned the smile, "Likewise..."

"Arnold Arryn," he introduced himself with a wry smile.

"Arnold Arryn," you echoed, maintaining your smile. He was a handsome man, with dark brown hair and fair features.

"It would please me greatly if, during my stay in King's Landing, you would accompany me for a stroll?"

"That would be delightful," you replied, hoping for a moment's peace to enjoy your meal. However, more men began lining up behind him. The next hour felt excruciating as you continued smiling and were introduced to lords of the realm and their sons. People gathered on the dance floor, laughing and cheering as the dance continued. You remained seated, sipping your wine, smiling as an elderly man tried to flatter you with compliments.

"Excuse me, sir." You rose from your seat, pacing around the table toward the outskirts of the dance floor. Men and women whirled around, their faces lit up with joy. You smiled along with them, content to stand aside and observe rather than join in the festivities.

"Princess..." A man appeared at your side, his voice gruff yet inviting.

"My lord." You smiled, keeping your gaze fixed on the dancers.

"Would you honor me with a dance?" He offered his hand, his gray eyes meeting yours. You noticed his height, his muscular build, his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a half-up ponytail. His neatly shaved face sported a hint of stubble.

You lifted your hand, which he took, leading you to the center of the dance floor. The musicians began a new tune, and everyone readied themselves for the first beat. You struggled to recall the dance steps, focusing on where to place your feet, how high to hold your arms, where your gaze should wander... but you couldn't overlook your dance partner.

Aemond quickly noticed your absence. His eyes trailed the flow of your dress as you danced, noticing your smile, your radiant smile as you twirled with your partner.

Aegon sat immersed in his cups, his head resting on his left hand while he held a wine glass in his right, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. Unwillingly dragged into the event by his mother, he seethed silently. Helaena sat beside him, observing the cheerful crowd until Jace approached and extended his hand to her, leaving Aegon isolated.

Downing another glass of wine, he surveyed the dance floor, catching sight of you. He watched with a mixture of amusement and a suppressed laugh, unsure of the source of his amusement.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of dancing with?" You hummed, meeting the man's stormy grey eyes.

"Cregan Stark, Princess. It is a pleasure," he smirked, causing you to misstep slightly. "Did that surprise you?"

Flustered, you attempted to hide the blush on your face. "Stark... you've come all the way from Winterfell?"

Cregan chuckled. "Indeed. It was quite the journey. I've never ventured this far south." He placed his hands at your waist, executing a dance move before stepping back, concluding the sequence.

"Then I hope you enjoy your stay," you turned to face away from him, speaking over your shoulder. "I'd be delighted to show you around."

"I would be grateful for that, Princess." His eyes locked onto yours as the song neared its end. Bowing, he kissed your hand. "I will let you enjoy your feast. Until tomorrow, my Princess."

Your cheeks blushed a rosy color when he walked away. Turning back to your family's table, you sought a glass of wine to ease your nerves. As you sipped, a voice drew your attention.

"Are you enjoying yourself, niece?" Aemond hummed, circling the table to stand behind you.

You swallowed your wine. "Of course. Everyone seems to be having fun..." Your gaze shifted to Helaena and Jace dancing, their laughter faintly audible.

Aemond nodded. "You had the pleasure of meeting many lords in Westeros."

Another gulp of wine caused you to cough. "Some were pleasurable, some not so much. There were quite a few older men who attempted... The night is still young."

"Indeed, it is..." You felt his gaze linger on you, slowly scanning you from head to toe. Goosebumps formed on your skin as you placed your glass down, turning to face him.

"What of you? Are you not having fun?" Your voice was laced with amusement, walking closer to him, playing into his game.

His voice was barely a whisper, "More than most."

His comment made you tilt your head, following his gaze to his brother. Aegon, by this point, had indulged far too much, nearly slumped over the table.

"Oh, Seven Hells. Did you not think to take him to his chambers?" You glanced at Aemond, waiting for a response before sighing, "If he stays here, he'll cause a scene. If you won't take him, I will."

Aemond attempted to intervene, but you had already marched over to Aegon's side. His lips were stained a pinkish red, his eyes darkened, his hair a mess. "What?"

"You're drunk," you stated matter-of-factly, trying to help him up from his chair. "I'm taking you somewhere else."

Aegon snorted, "Somewhere else. And where might that be, dear niece? A quiet hallway? The courtyard? My chambers? Yours?"

Your hand slid under his armpit, feeling his weight bearing down on you. Despite the scene, no one seemed to pay attention, the King and Queen observing from the sidelines, while your mother and Daemon danced at the center.

"Do not make this difficult," you muttered, scanning for Aemond, but he wasn't in sight. You had to handle this yourself. "Aegon, walk."

He stumbled under his weight, gripping onto your shoulder and waist, the smell of wine heavy on his breath. "You'll miss your festivities."

There was no denying you'd miss out, but staying in the room was becoming suffocating. After dancing with Cregan Stark, you craved solitude, yet here you were, escorting your drunken uncle to his chambers.

"Please, Uncle, walk up the stairs. I can't carry you," you huffed, as he dropped to the ground with a thud.

"You dropped me," he said flatly, pushing himself up unsteadily. You stood behind him, making sure he didn't tumble down the steps. Once you reached the landing, he leaned on you again.

Silence filled the corridor, the distant strains of music from the Great Hall vibrating through the floors and walls. You sighed as Aegon slumped against the wall near his chambers.

"Aegon, just a bit further..."

"Why are you here?" Aegon finally spoke, venom spewing from his lips.

"You were drunk—"

"No. Why are you here?" Aegon's drunkenness turned to anger. "You have hundreds of people down there, yet you are here with a drunk."

"Yes, I am here with a drunk. I chose to get you out before you did something that would—"

"You are not my caretaker. You do not need to take care of me like I am a child." Aegon sneered, walking to his room while clutching the wall.

"Then stop acting like one!" You slammed him against the door to his room; your annoyance with him reached its peak. Aegon glared at you as if you had lost your senses. Maybe you had, but his violet eyes turned dark, and his hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around. Your back collided with his door, and you reached for the doorknob, opening it as he stumbled in.

"Go to bed, Aegon," you demanded, glaring at him as he struggled to stand.

"See, you're a natural," he pointed his finger at you, "Named the heir to the throne, and you're already so good at demanding people to do things."

You let out a pathetic laugh, "Is that was this is about? You're jealous?"

"Jealous?" He laughed, almost too loud, "I will never, be jealous of you. This is just another weight lifted off of me."

Your jaw clenched as he spoke. "I think you are jealous. Jealous that my mother, a woman, surpassed you. That I surpassed you." With each word, you walked closer, your voice carrying a cruel and hurtful edge. You watched Aegon's face contort when you finished.

His fists clenched and unclenched, "You're right. I was surpassed by a whore and a bast-"

Your hand stung from the force of the slap as you watched in horror. Aegon merely tilted his head to the side before advancing closer. You swung again, but he seized your hand, gripping it firmly. Thrashing and shoving him to the ground, both of you exchanged curses and obscenities, the music from below masking the escalating altercation.

You swatted at him, straddling him on the ground, angry tears filling your eyes as your slaps slowed down and Aegon's resistance ceased. Panting, both of you remained there, disheveled with hair awry, Aegon's cheeks now reddened from the slaps. Your body trembled with anger as you peered down at Aegon, his hands resting at his sides after freeing your wrists.

The silence between you was oddly calming, both attempting to catch your breath, eyes fixed on each other. Suddenly, in a swift movement, Aegon sat up, and you braced yourself for another strike, but instead, his lips forcefully met yours.

Without hesitation, you responded, your hands finding their way to his face and neck as his grasped at your hair and neck. This kiss differed from the one with Aemond; with him, it had been soft and gentle, but with Aegon, it felt as if both of you were starved, clinging to each other for survival.

Aegon's left hand rested at the back of your neck, while the other slid to your waist, squeezing gently. Your fingers tugged at his hair, eliciting a muted groan that vanished into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, a thin strand of saliva lingering between you.

You didn't understand this feeling, different from what you felt with Aemond. Was it anxiety or just raw desire? All you knew was that it felt wrong, yet it also felt oddly right, despite both of you being intoxicated.

"Y/N..." Aegon's voice was slow, almost disbelieving, his hand leaving your neck to graze your lips.

"Aegon..." Your cheeks flushed as you felt something twitch underneath you, "I... I must go..."

You slowly disentangled yourself from him, both feeling a sense of dissatisfaction, trying to compose yourself as you staggered in your steps. Aegon stayed on the ground, watching you leave and close the door behind you.

Leaning against the door, you exhaled in frustration. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks as you punched your legs, aggravated by your actions. It was more upsetting that it had felt so right.

You didn't want to return to the Great Hall, but you knew you had to. Wiping away your tears, you descended the stairs, the music growing louder as you walked past the hall that led to the room.

A hand seized your arm, dragging you into a corridor. "Skoriot emagon ao issare, niece?" Where have you been?

Looking up at the one-eyed man, you exhaled. "Nyke jorrāelatan naejot gūrogon nykeā jelevre." I needed to take a breath.

Aemond hummed, lowering his head as he spoke, "I thought you left for good..."

Your heart quickened as he approached. "I was going to come back..."

"Good... I was starting to worry Aegon might've done something to you..." He paused before leaning in to kiss you. You hesitated, your mind racing. Just moments before, you had been with Aegon, his touch lingering, and now Aemond was here.

He pulled back, his expression unreadable. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing…” Your voice faltered, “It’s just…”

Before you could finish, Aemond leaned in again, but you pulled away, your lip trembling as his eye darkened. “What?”

The music drowned out the sharpness in his tone, but you caught the undertone of his upset. His grip on your bicep was tight enough to convey a message, but it wouldn't leave a mark.

“I just… I want to go back inside,” you lied, a terrible attempt, but Aemond didn't seem interested in contesting it. He kissed your forehead before turning away, his footsteps lost in the rhythm of the drums.

You paused before stepping through the grand doors, your absence unnoticed amidst the lively crowd. Everyone was either dancing or engrossed in conversation. Finally among them, you took a breath and made your way into the crowd.

“Daughter…” Daemon's voice emerged from behind, "Skorkydoso iksos aōha bantis fairing?" How is your night fairing?

“Wonderful, Daemon.” You smiled, attempting to mask your concerned look. It seemed to work, as Daemon didn't seem to notice your flushed appearance or the disheveled state of your hair.

“You know, your mother has been looking for you for some time…” Daemon chuckled, prompting you to turn. “She is at the table.”

Across the Great Hall sat Rhaenyra, absently picking at the array of fruits before her. With a nod to your stepfather, you made your way toward Rhaenyra.

You plucked a grape from the table, popping it into your mouth before speaking, "Mother."

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. "Your brother was looking for you."

Your gaze flitted to the dancefloor, where Jace was still engrossed in the dance with Helaena.

"Not that brother," Rhaenyra chuckled before a kick at the back of your kneecap sent you stumbling. Luke emerged, laughing like a madman.

"Luke! You nearly made me fall!" You attempted to lunge at him, but your mother intercepted, pulling Luke away from your reach.

"Luke, why don't you dance with your sister?" Rhaenyra suggested, earning a groan from Luke.

"What? You don't think I'm a good dancer? I'm way better than you," you teased, playfully shoving him onto the crowded dancefloor.

Luke's face drained of color as the music began, causing him to stumble over his feet and accidentally step on your gown. You grinned, unbothered by the mishap, grabbing his forearm and starting a series of side jumps as the music intensified. Luke joined in, laughing as both of you nearly tripped, his hands flailing while laughter filled the air.

Everyone took an interest in both of you, all smiles as the siblings danced sloppily, laughing and spinning each other around. Jace and Helaena joined closer, and as the night wore on, everyone smiled while the children and grandchildren of the crown danced, thus concluding the first night of your name day celebration.

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 6- Surprise, Surprise?) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / semi/sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

Tagged: @faesspace

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You had fallen into a routine. Each morning, Mara would rouse you with a bath, carefully select a dress for the day, and brush out your waves. Skipping breakfast had become the norm, replaced by leisurely visits to the library for a good book, followed by quiet moments spent beneath the Weirwood tree. As evening approached, you'd reluctantly return to your chamber, changing for supper. Family dinners were no longer a burden, especially since Aegon seldom attended. When he did, both of you kept your comments to a minimum.

"Y/N, you're unusually quiet today," Helaena remarked, a smile playing on her lips as her fingers traced through your hair. Your head rested on her lap, basking in the warmth of the sun.

"Everyone will be arriving within a week, and I just... I shouldn't complain. The Queen has worked hard for this to work," you sighed, lifting your head. "But sometimes it feels overwhelming."

Helaena offered a polite smile. "Let's not dwell on it. I have some news to share with you."

Shifting your weight, you lay on the ground, propped up on your elbows. "Go on."

Helaena hesitated, avoiding direct eye contact. "There is someone, someone whom I've grown to care deeply about."

You fought the urge to bite your lip, attempting to conceal your smile. "Are you going to tell me more about him?"

Helaena's hands slid over her face as she spoke, "He visits me in my chambers through the passageway. He is sweet and careful; he means a lot to me."

"That's very sweet," you replied with a smile, though your attention seemed divided. Your gaze wandered past Helaena to where Aemond and Aegon were engaged in conversation. Aegon appeared annoyed, while Aemond seemed content.

"I hear the invitations have reached all the way to Winterfell," Helaena attempted to change the subject, but you seemed lost in your thoughts, and her voice became a distant murmur.

Since the night of your excursion with Aegon, you had been trying to avoid being near him.

"Princess, have you woken yet?" Mara entered your bedchamber, her arms full of sheets. "Princess?"

Venturing further into the room, thinking you were still sleeping, she rounded the corner and discovered that you were not alone.

Your head rested on Aegon's chest, his head cocked to the side. His hand was wrapped around your waist, and your hand lay on his lap. Both of you were in your rags, now stained with red wine.

"Oh, Gods," Mara whispered, loud enough to startle both of you. You pushed off Aegon first, your body trembling as your handmaiden's eyes never left yours.

"Mara!" you stammered, attempting to roll to your feet, while Aegon sat there in silence. His eyes were dark as he stared at the ground, shame filling him up. "Mara, just... Give me—give us—a moment."

Mara, red-faced, nodded before exiting to the front room. Aegon stood up slowly, his legs shaking underneath his weight. You tried to help him, but he slapped your hands away. "Don't touch me."

"Y/N? Did you hear me?" Helaena waved her hand in front of your face.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm sorry." You smiled, resting back against the tree as you listened to Helaena hum.

"Good morning, sister, niece." The voice startled you and halted Helaena's singing. Aemond peered over you, his hands clasped behind his back, his boots tapping at your shoes.

"Good morning, Aemond," Helaena smiled, her eyes going to yours as you repeated the phrase.

He rocked on his heels before he spoke, "Y/N, would you accompany me in flying?"

Your eyes quickly fell to Helaena; her smile dropped but nodded to you, "Okay."

Confusion clouded your head as you lifted from your spot from under the tree. He escorted you towards the front of the Keep, where a carriage already awaited you both. You and Aemond had been in close confines in the weeks previous; most days you both sat and did nothing until he had training or if the Septa tried to get you to do your needlework. You did not mind his company but found it odd as he was so formal in asking you to fly.

"Would you not like to change into your riding leathers?" Aemond spoke up from behind you; his voice was laced with intrigue.

"I never liked this dress anyway; I do not wish to waste any more of this brilliant day," you sighed, turning to face Aemond as he guided you to the carriage. "Why such a formal invitation to fly? Did you want to lose in another race?

Aemond snickered, "Can I not fly with someone's company?"

"You have a brother and sister; they both have dragons, do they not?" You rolled your eyes, taking your place on the cushioned seat.

"They do, though Helaena never likes to take the sky, and Aegon is never sober enough to even mount his dragon." Aemond sat across from you, your head tilted back as the carriage took off.

The silence in the carriage was deafening, the sound of rocks crunching underneath the wooden wheels jostled the carriage side to side, causing your stomach to turn.

You took notice of Aemond watching as you shifted in your seat, "I never liked riding carriages. Even as a child, I would protest every trip to the Kingswood. If I could fly on dragon back everywhere, I would."

Aemond smirked, watching as you fidgeted with your dress. He hummed, "As would anyone if they knew how to fly."

You huffed, waiting for the carriage to stop, the sound of dragon cries echoing around. "This will be my last flight for the next couple of days. My mother says if I fly, I could bruise or get hurt. I might as well make the most of it."

Aemond hummed, "Then I shall try and make the most of it for you."

The carriage stopped, and Aemond stepped out first, extending a hand to you, which you happily took. You bunched your skirts as you walked down, the sound of the dragon songs echoing.

Lyrax wandered out, rushing to you and rubbing his scaly head against your body like a pup, "Gīda, Lyrax. Calm."

Aemond was already climbing Vhagar, the roar shaking the ground you stood on. You bunched your dress at the knees, ready to climb, as a guard tried to protest, "Princess, it does not seem safe if you..."

"Ser, I will be just fine. Lyrax will be sure of it." You huffed, finally making it to the saddle. "If it makes you feel any better, I will return in a few hours."

Vhagar went up in the air, and Lyrax was eager to follow, "Princess." The guard protested, but to no avail, Lyrax lifted up as you chased after Aemond.

The weather was favorable, the wind strong enough for soaring but not too much to stay in the air for long. No clouds were in sight, but the sun was warm and welcoming. It did not take long to reach Vhagar, as he soared over the skyline.

"Se jelmio iksos beneficial syt nykeā race, lo ao sīr agree." You jested, grabbing the reins slightly, waiting for a response. The weather is beneficial for a race, if you so agree,

"Olvie." Very, Aemond nodded, lifting slightly from his seat as Vhagar dipped lower. You quickly followed as you flew underneath the giant. Lyrax loved the challenge, rolling around the wings to ride over the top. Your skirts hugged your legs as the rapid winds hit you, your hair a mess, yet you did not care. From your point of view, you were winning the race. The Keep was ahead of you as you quickly turned a sharp right, Vhagar took a sharp left, barely missing a pillar with his tail.

The Keep looked so small from where you were; the Weirwood was like a red dot in the center of the courtyard, and the people looked like ants. You felt as though you were a god, flying above others as they looked up to you. Vhagar's roar interrupted your thoughts as she rounded the Keep, and both of you met in the middle.

"You seem as though you do not wish to win a race, Aemond. I beat you around the Keep; where next?"

Aemond's eye grew dark as you challenged him again, racing to the farthest rock formation in the Blackwater, then back to the Keep, and finally, after hours of flying, back to the dragon pit. The flight to the pit was calm, no race, just gliding in the air. The sun was overhead, and you enjoyed how the warmth felt against your skin. That was before Vhagar flew over the top, shadowing you from the sun.

"Thank you, uncle. Today was as grand as it could be," you yelled, unable to tell if Aemond heard you.

"Of course, niece. Maybe next time you take the air, you will win more than one race," Aemond yelled back. His joke made your face turn red.

"Fucking twat," you muttered, lowering Lyrax so he could land safely. Lyrax was a dragon who hated goodbyes. Once you slowly dismounted your dragon, trying not to rip your skirts as you jumped to the ground, Lyrax cooed one last time before running inside the pit.

Vhagar followed after, and Aemond rubbed his wrist as he walked to you. "That means you pulled too hard; the pain in your wrist."

Aemond looked past your head, "Is that so?"

"It is. Your dragon should serve you, and if it does, it should be easy to command," you simply spoke, walking side by side to the carriage. Aemond nodded, helping you into the carriage before shutting the door behind himself, taking the spot next to you.

"Are you nervous for the week coming?" he asked; his voice did not show any concern.

"Not exactly," you lied. You were terrified; flocks of people would come to Kings Landing for you.

"Good, then these next few days will go by without any notice," he smirked to himself, his hand rested on his knee as he bounced it up and down as the carriage started to roll.

Your mind went to the night he had dinner with you in your room, how he was so silent as he caressed your face, just to leave without a second thought. You were perplexed by the behavior; in truth, you were confused by your own feelings.

"Aemond, why did you come to dine with me that one evening?" you clutched your skirts.

Aemond cocked his head, locking his jaw, not uttering a word.

"Aemond, I..." your voice trailed as you noticed him shift his weight to face you, his eye went to yours, his finger wrapped itself around your pinkie, "Um, I..."

Heat flushed to your cheeks as you lost all words; your mouth was agape, like a fish gasping for air. His hand slowly crept up your arm, leaving a trail of gooseflesh before his hand stopped at your jaw. You felt the familiar pit in your stomach as he rubbed his thumb over your lips slowly.

The air in the carriage was sucked out, and you sat frozen as he closed the distance but stopped a hair away from your lips, "If I do not have time in these next few days, I shall give my gift to you now."

You let out a shallow breath before his lips merged with yours. The slow movements dragged you from your thoughts as you kissed him back. His lips were soft against yours, something that you would've never thought of. Your hands released your skirts as Aemond's hand slid past your cheek to behind your neck, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. With his free hand, he squeezed at your thigh, the cloth blocked the feeling of his flesh on yours.

His hand squeezed harder, causing you to release a gasp; his tongue slowly slid into your mouth, dancing with yours. You both pulled apart, and your body vibrated with nerves as he looked down at you, kissing the corners of your mouth, then down to your jaw.

"Aemond..." You moaned softly; the feeling of his lips pressing against the sweet spot of your neck nearly caused you to come undone right there. His hand on your thigh inched up, and you clenched your thighs as you felt wetness between them. Aemond kissed your neck all the way to your shoulder; he removed his hand from the nape of your neck, placing it around your waist, pulling you closer.

You were a mess, but you felt no other feeling than lust. The way his hands roamed your clothed body sent a jolt down your spine. You leaned into the kisses once more, but the feeling of him engulfing your neck into his mouth brought you back to reality.

"Aemond!" You shoved him off you, panting, "You cannot mark me, I... I..." You were a stuttering mess as you clenched your legs together. Aemond was silently nodding as he watched you try to fix yourself as the carriage rolled to a stop.

Your legs wobbled as you took your first step out of the carriage; your anxiety reached its peak as you watched Aemond depart from the carriage and head to the training yard. His eye sent shivers down your spine as you went into the walls of the Keep.

Once you entered your room, you pressed your body against the door. Your heart raced as the feeling washed over you again; you wanted him to hold you, to kiss you, to...

"No..." You ran to the mirror, examining your neck, only to find a small bruise, "No... Seven hells."

The door clicked open as Mara carried a pitcher of water, "Oh Princess! I did not know you were back so soon; shall I draw you a bath?"

You tried to avoid eye contact, nodding, "Yes, Mara. Please."

She started to warm water over the fire, then placed it into the tub. You silently watched from your vanity chair, the feeling of Aemond's hands roaming your body still left gooseflesh all over.

"Princess," Mara startled you, "The water is ready."

Mara helped you strip and get into the tub; you tried your best to hide your neck. As you sunk into the hot water, Mara quickly poured water over your hair, the smell of dragon rinsed into the water. Mara's hands worked at your scalp; the soap cleansed your body, finally allowing yourself to close your eyes and relax.

"Princess?" Mara's voice jolted you awake, your eyes cracked open. Her hand rested on your shoulder, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mara." You hummed, rising from the water, which had been tempered. Mara wrapped a towel around your body, "Mara, inform my mother I will take my dinner in my chamber."

Mara stood hesitantly before nodding and leaving the room. The room was dimly lit, the sun slowly lowered, leaving a beautiful pink and purple hue over the sky. You dressed in a simple nightgown, light blue and lightweight, combing through your waves as you listened to the distant sounds of music playing.

A servant came and went, leaving your lone plate of pork and potatoes on the table, next to a pitcher full of wine. On a beautiful night like tonight, you did not mind dining alone. You piled the fork into your mouth as you read a story you borrowed from the library; the print was very faint, and you had to reread some passages.

A low growl from a door opening pulled you from your book. You hummed as you marked the page you were on, "The hour is late."

"It is." The voice echoed from the back of your room; your eyes rolled as the figure came into your candlelight.

"Aegon, I thought you detested me from the last time you were here." You leaned back in your chair; the wine made you bolder.

Aegon stalked closer, "You were not at supper."

You stifled a laugh, "You have missed several, uncle. I have yet to shed a tear. Why is it you come to my chambers at this hour?"

Aegon did not speak; he watched your relaxed movements as he neared the table, pulling a chair up and helping himself to your wine. He did not notice your scowl as he polished off his first drink, going in for a second.

"My brother-"

"What of your brother?" You asked, rather too quickly. Aegon seemed taken aback as he scrunched his face.

"My brother," he started, waiting for your interruption, which never came, "He mentioned that you had some worry about the affairs for the coming week."

Aegon's eyes traced your face for an answer, slowly going to your neck, causing you to brush your hair over your shoulder. "There is no worry, so you both are misinformed. I shall have lords come from far for me, ladies of the realm could only dream to be in my position."

Aegon smirked slightly, "Then you do not wish to go to Flea Bottom one last time?"

Your body froze as you eyed your uncle; he drank his glass, reaching for another. "You don't expect me to believe you to be trustworthy, uncle?"

"I would not expect you to think I was. Truth is I can tolerate you when I am... well, drinking." Aegon downed his last glass before standing up, "Shall I wait any longer, or shall I go alone?"

You contemplated not going; you wanted to relax and drink wine, reading your book. However, you were drunk, and there was no talking yourself out of going.

You lifted from your chair, a smile rising to your lips as you frantically searched for the commoner clothes. Mara had washed them and laid them aside per your request, though she did not question why.

Finally, you searched under your bed and found the shirt and pants, quickly rushing to an enclosed area before stripping from your gown. Dressing was challenging as you stumbled slightly, jumping in the air to get your pants on in one go. Your shirt hung awkwardly as you tucked it into your pants, trying to tie the strings, but your fingers fumbled. Quickly lacing your boots, you stumbled to find Aegon leaning against the passageway.

"Quite finished?" He sighed, pushing the door open. You both stumbled down the steps, both obviously tipsy from the wine. The sound of guards at the opening halted your movements, but Aegon grasped your arm and led you down so you could see the white cloaks on their backs.

Aegon searched the ground, picking up a broken piece of brick, aiming it across the walkway. The sound echoed with a loud bang, causing the guards to quickly run in that direction. His hand reached yours as you both ran down the steps into Flea Bottom.

A guard turned his head, noticing the two of you, soon chasing after. Aegon's head turned, noticing the gold cloak, he picked up his pace. The music pounded as you both weaved in and out of the crowds, occasionally checking behind your shoulder. Laughter left your lips as Aegon pulled you into a building, getting lost in the crowd of bodies.

"Do you... think he... saw us?" you panted, turning to face Aegon, who was equally exhausted. His hand went to your hair, causing you to notice you forgot the hat.

"Maybe he noticed you." His fingers worked at your silver locks, not disturbing the brown waves that cascaded behind you.

"Shit," you muttered, trying your hardest to conceal your hair, but it was too late, as Aegon led you through the building. "Where are we?"

Groups of people danced and sang, giving space as Aegon pushed himself between the crowds, his hand squeezing yours to make sure you were alright. He ignored your question, leading you deeper to a stage.

Flutes and light drums played as the people on the stage danced slowly and theatrically. Their bodies told a story, Aegon the Conqueror's story. Two ladies danced together, their nude bodies weaving between their fingertips. In the middle of the stage was the old King, bare. He grasped the ladies by their hips, kissing one softly before moving to the other.

"Aegon, what is this place?" You were mesmerized by how they danced, different people joined, naked but with different paints etched from their heads to their toes.

"I come here sometimes when I do not wish to be at the Keep. It's some release from the suffocating politics that my mother and the rest of the small council wish to involve me in," Aegon clenched his jaw as he spoke, the words sounding bitter when he mentioned his mother.

The music silenced as the dancers posed after their act, allowing room for applause. You clapped as loud and as fast as you could, still entranced by how the dancers bent and arched around the props and other dancers. Aegon had enough of watching, pulling you away from the stage forcibly.

"Where are we going now?" you questioned, partially annoyed Aegon made you leave. The feeling of the night air hit your face as he led you outside and down an alleyway. The alley was narrow, the ground covered in dirt and food remains, an utter mess.

Only scarce bodies occupied the tight confines; men and women beckoned for you and Aegon to follow them, he hesitantly declined, tightening his hand around yours. The couples sneered as you walked past them, turning the corner to another building. This one was dimly lit; on one side was a stage, a man holding a lute, singing a somber song. On the opposite side, the barkeep argued with hagglers, waving his knife around, landing blows to a man who got too close.

Aegon walked you to the bar, raising his hand. "Two of your strongest ales!"

The barkeep, a man well older than your grandsire, his hair receding, only three hair strands covered his shiny head. His beard was a sprinkle of grey and white, due with age. His skin was leathery, lips crooked as he nodded, pouring two mugs and sliding them to both of you.

The lute started playing a jolly tune, everyone at the bar sang, and Aegon even tapped his foot to the beat of the old song. The ale had a bitter taste in your mouth after many hours of drinking wine. The song was of a knight who had fought in a war, only to come home to find his wife in bed with his old maid. It was an upbeat song for such a horrid story. Aegon abruptly stood up, following a woman with a large tray of alcohol.

You tipped the rim of your mug to your lips, sipping at the ale once more, listening to the song in contentment. A voice whispered beside you, "Is this your first time hearing a song like this?"

The man sitting beside you was near your age, maybe a year or two older. His hair was a mess of curly black, stopping at his shoulders, and his skin was fair, kissed with sun on his cheeks. He looked as if he did hard labor; his face had some scarring, which only intrigued you further.

"Yes, is it so obvious?" You smiled, "I rarely get to hear the music here."

The man hummed, "So you are not from here, I take it?"

You shook your hair, trying your best to make your appearance less known, "I presume not."

"Presume? You are highborn?" His grey eyes locked into your deep amethyst ones; your only hope was that they looked near black in this light. "May I buy you another drink?"

You looked at your mug, nearing the bottom, "Okay, I would like that."

He nodded, getting the barkeep's attention, "Brimsly, another for the lady."

The man nodded to him, pouring another ale and sliding it to your side. You finished your first mug, turning to your second, "Thank you."

"M'name is Gareth. Who might you be?"

You hesitated for a moment, "I do not wish to..."

Gareth drummed his hands against the table, "No problem with that, shall I give you a name? Perhaps little dove?"

The nickname made your cheeks flush, the way he whispered it in a seductive way made your heart sputter. It felt like when you were with Aemond, your stomach flipped as Gareth scooted closer. When he spoke to you, his beautiful eyes never left yours, as you both sank into your drinks. His crude jokes made you laugh in a way not fit for a lady, snorting, trying to catch your breath.

Gareth's presence was so welcoming, you nearly forgot about Aegon. Aegon, the man who left you for a tavern wench. "Excuse me, have you seen the man I came in with?"

He looked around before sipping his own ale, "I can't say I have. Normally, men go back there if they want to..."

You slammed your ale to the table; annoyance filled your body, "How long do they normally... take?"

Gareth shrugged, "Depends on everyone, how drunk they are. Could be two minutes or two hours."

Blood flushed to your ears; Aegon brought you down here as a final taste of freedom, but he is engaging in a liaison in the back rooms while you sit idly at the bar. He was supposed to make sure you were safe, make sure no one took advantage of you. You hated him, hated how he just abandoned you, so you're going to make him pay. You are a woman grown and can make decisions without him.

"So, what do you do, Gareth?" Your eyes danced from him to the backroom door.

Gareth smiled, "I am a blacksmith. I travel the Seven Kingdoms; I never stay in one place for long."

You downed your ale, "So, you will be leaving King's Landing soon?"

He laughed, raising his hand for another ale. "Aye, I will. Though, that tourney in the Princess' honor will hold me here for the week coming." You could not help but feel a weight leave your chest when he spoke, and he noticed your smile widen.

"Yes, the tourney..." You felt your lips dry, Gareth noticed, pushing the ale toward you.

He moved closer, his hand rested on your knee, "You know, little dove, you are a very beautiful creature."

You stifled a laugh, "Creature. If that is your way of flirting, you've done a brilliant job."

Gareth laughed with you, "Now, that is not what I meant, and you know it."

You held your stomach as you snorted for air; your free hand found Gareth's, the room spun due to the abundance of drinks. For a split moment, you didn't realize Gareth's hand move upward as he leaned closer. Your eyes pulled to the figure behind him, his eyes darkened and his hair a mess.

"Aegon?"

His hands gripped Gareth's shoulders, Aegon's unhinged anger shocked you as he punched Gareth repeatedly in the face. You stood frozen, jumping to your feet, watching the blood spew from Gareth's lips and nose; the women in the room shrieked and ran, and the men backed up, watching.

You weakly ran to Aegon, trying to pull his arm back, but he shoved you off; Gareth laid there taking the punches. Aegon hovered over him, "Touch her again, I'll take your hands."

Gareth spat blood in Aegon's face, but that didn't faze him. He shot up and wrapped his hand around your forearm, his grip was harsh. The old man behind the bar demanded you both leave and never come back, and you both did not object.

Aegon was unnaturally quiet, and you feared for your life. His blood-stained hands bloodied your shirt as he walked you around the corner to an alleyway. His hand let go of your forearm and moved to your hair, slamming you back to look at him. "What is your fucking problem?"

"My problem?" You countered, but his grip on your hair tightened. His hands pried at his, trying to release yourself.

"Yes, your problem. You're just like your mother, a whore. Opening your legs to whoever comes to you." His face was so close to yours; you flinched as he spoke.

"It was not like that! We were just talking." He released your hair abruptly, placing his hands on either side of your face.

You were embarrassed, and Aegon did not ease your upset. His eyes followed your lips to your neck, "Was that what that was?"

You realized he was looking at the small bruise on your neck, "Yes. That was all."

His thumb brushed against it; his anger turned to something else. The blood on his hands was still wet, it smeared against your skin as his hand remained on your neck.

"My brother, he told me of his... devotion towards you. Everyone noticed how close you two have been, and I know how my brother is after he bedded a woman." His voice was filled with accusation. A lump formed in your throat as he finished speaking, waiting for you to deny it.

"He did not bed me," You countered, "If you do not believe me, best leave it be."

Aegon stood still for a moment; his hand moved from your neck. You both stood in agonizing silence until Aegon spoke up, "Shall we go back?"

His hands withdrew from your body, but he still kept you within arms reach. You silently walked ahead of him, knowing that if you spoke, it would lead to harsh words, and you wanted the constant conflict with Aegon to end.

In the distance, screams echoed to your ears. One scream turned to multiple as the merchants and traders of Flea Bottom stampeded into the tiny alleyway, the Night's Watch behind them.

"Y/N!" Aegon quickly grabbed your arm, whipping you around to start running away from them. He pushed you further as the crowd closed in. You quickly sobered up, running as fast as your legs could take you, turning your shoulder every couple of seconds. You weaved through the streets and alleys, trying to make sure Aegon was close behind, but the crowd rushed on, more people fled into the streets.

You could see the Keep in the distance; it was so close, but you felt as if your legs were about to give out. You quickly turned left, running down an empty alley, alongside the crowd, turning right, you were near the giant steps to go back into the Keep.

"Aegon, we're almost there," you turned to smile at your uncle, but he was gone. "Aegon?"

The yells escalated in the streets as you staggered back, trying to find your uncle. Your voice got lost in the cries of women and men getting struck; before you could rush away from the stairs, rough hands grabbed you.

"Ao issi beri nyke istan se mēre naejot find ao." Daemon whipped you around; your struggle stood no match, his grip tightening. You are lucky I was the one to find you.

“Daemon, Ivestragī issa jikagon. Aegon iksos-" You halted your words as Darmon hissed, a sinister laugh before dragging you up the stairs and into the Keep. Let me go. Aegon is...

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A/N: Okay it is finally out! Writing this chapter was the most stressful thing. With writer's block, it not saving so I had to rewrite, it was A LOT. I hope you enjoy, and I will try to keep the flow going.

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Hey guys! sorry for not updating for a while, i have TERRIBLE writers block. hopefully i can get out of this funk soon. Thank you guys for all the likes, hopefully i’ll get the next chapter out next week!

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 5- Red Eyes) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst

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Hands gripped your waist, squeezing your flesh. Your breath hitched as the hand slid up your frame and stopping underneath your chin.

Your eyes remained close, no one spoke, only the feeling of hands roaming your body sent a wave of madness over you. Lips kissed the skin that was bit, causing little gasps and moans to escape your lips.

"Please," You moaned, your voice was needy, you reached for the figure's hair, but could not find anything. The voice was unrecognizable, only humming resuming its sucking on your neck.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, as you pressed your thighs together, pleasure rushed over you. A moan slipped from your lips, as your eyes cracked open to see a flash of silver hair...

The sensation of hot water pouring over your head brought you back from your daydream. You had awoken earlier from the dream, the aches from your core still lingered from the pleasure the dream gave you.

"Was it exciting?" Mara asked, her hands busy lathering soap on your scalp. She had pieced together your nighttime escapade when she noticed the rags beneath your bed, stained with wine and emanating a distinct odor.

"It was different," you sighed, glancing over at your handmaiden. Her fingers worked through your hair, but your mind wandered to the hands that had explored your body. You grappled with the confusing sensations in your stomach, a mixture of feeling both wrong and right. "Mara, I have a question. I didn't understand the sounds. The sounds the women in the pleasure house were making—were they in pain?"

Your handmaiden stifled a laugh, "Oh, let me think of how to explain this... The women were experiencing delight. It is normal, my Princess."

You fell silent, responding only with a thoughtful hum. As Mara rinsed your hair, she observed you clenching and unclenching your fists, lost in your thoughts.

"Are you alright, Princess?" Mara's voice was soft as she applied oils to your body.

"It's just," you began, "I felt off last night. It feels sinful to feel this way." You hesitated to reveal the details of your dream to her.

Mara continued to work, rinsing your body, and then spoke gently, "No, it is not sinful. Those are very normal feelings. They are what drive men and women..."

"Drive them to what?" You asked.

"Has your mother ever discussed... how to perform the marital act?" Mara whispered in your ear; her tone hushed.

You shook your head, a blush rising to your cheeks. "I'd rather not ask my mother about that. It would turn into a very long conversation."

Mara hummed and assisted you out of the tub, her gaze falling on a slight bruise on your waist. "Is that from riding Lyrax?"

You followed her gaze, feeling a slight pang of pain. You hadn't remembered what could have caused it – perhaps a bump or a fall, or maybe it had resulted from Aegon's firm grip when he pulled you away from the man in Flea Bottom. "Perhaps," you replied.

Your riding leathers were laid across the bed, and you instructed Mara to leave and instruct the guards for a carriage to take you to the dragon pit. As you dressed, you watched your reflection in the mirror, noting the light purple bruise on your waist, faintly resembling the impression of a couple of fingers.

The air was moist outside, and you knew that rain was expected later in the day. Lyrax enjoyed all kinds of weather, but he particularly loved storms, blending in with the grey clouds and rain. When you were ready, you made your way to the carriage waiting outside the Keep. Guards stood at the ready, nodding as you approached.

"Princess."

The carriage was comfortable, and you leaned against the cushions, ready for the short journey to the dragon pit. As you settled in, you heard someone enter through the door.

"May I join you?" Aemond was dressed in his riding leathers, and he didn't wait for a response before taking a seat. The carriage door closed, and it started moving along the stone path.

"Well, I don't see why not." You crossed your arms, attempting to avoid his watchful eye. His dagger, one you hadn't seen him carry before, was strapped to his hip, and he lightly tapped his fingers against it. "Have you seen Helaena?"

Aemond adjusted his position in the seat. "Yes, she's well. She wishes to apologize. As do I."

"Why must you apologize?" You responded almost too quickly, clutching at your leather, a noticeable anxious tick.

"For my brother," Aemond began, his hands falling to his knees.

"You don't need to apologize for him, and neither does he," you stated firmly, a slight smile curling at the corners of your lips.

Aemond's chuckle was low, "I knew you would say that. Aegon gets off too easily."

Your smile dropped, and your eyes took on a distant look as you remembered Aegon's growing problems. His once occasional drink at dinner had escalated into replacing every empty cup with more wine, his wandering eyes peering down the dresses of handmaidens. The change was nearly too much for you to bear. The two of you had been great friends, bonding as the eldest siblings in the family, but the mounting pressure seemed to have taken a toll on him.

"Why have you come to the dragon pit, uncle? I thought you had training to attend to," you asked as the carriage came to a halt.

Aemond nodded, "Yes, but Vhagar hasn't taken to the skies in weeks."

There was a lump in your throat as he mentioned Vhagar. "Well, I will leave you to it," you said before quickly walking from the carriage toward the dragon pit. The eager cries of Lyrax reached your ears, bringing a smile to your face.

"Māzigon kesīr, Lyrax," you called out to him, and like a child running to its mother, he squalled and rushed toward you, causing a few men to chase after him. "Easy."

The bond you shared with Lyrax was unique; even after years apart, you both acted as if no time had passed. Lyrax had missed you, and the loyalty he showed you was something you cherished.

"Ivestragī's sōvegon," you cooed in his ear as you mounted him. Let's fly. His grey wings spread, running slowly before pushing up into the air. Your fingers wrapped around the reins as you leaned to the side. You felt the light droplets of water as you rode into the clouds. Underneath Lyrax, you heard the roar of another dragon, and Vhagar nearly knocked Lyrax off balance.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Aemond eyed you from Vhagar. Vhagar's towering presence over Lyrax caused him to roar at the giant.

"That was a very dangerous move, Aemond," you scowled, trying to adjust yourself in the saddle.

"Why not ride together?" Aemond proposed, his smirk widening as he issued the challenge.

"Fine, if you can catch up with us," you responded, feeling Lyrax shift beneath you. He let out a triumphant roar as he dropped down, spinning through the wind. Such daring maneuvers were not uncommon when you rode with Lyrax, and you loved the exhilaration and the sense of freedom that came with them. Riding on the back of Lyrax was where you felt most alive. His speed and agility made it seem as though he could slice through the air like Valyrian steel.

Aemond made every effort to keep up, but his dragon struggled to match your speed. Vhagar's massive body dipped low, and his wings stretched wide above you. Lyrax shot forward, twisting and soaring upward before plunging down, sending you both freefalling toward the ocean below. You braced yourself for Lyrax to halt the descent and shoot back upward.

"Sȳrī gaomagon," you praised him, rubbing his head. Well done.

Aemond peered down at the scene from above, his heart sinking until he saw Lyrax gracefully ascend to meet him. He couldn't help but laugh at your boldness and audacity.

You both flew like that for hours until the rain started to coat your face. Landing the dragons in the rain proved to be the most challenging part, with the wind picking up as you closed in on the dragon pit.

Lyrax darted inside the pit, cooing in contentment before disappearing from your sight. The carriage was just a few paces away, but someone stood at the opening: the Queen.

Aemond remained behind, his gaze fixed on you until you nodded your goodbye. "Come here, dear. Before you get sick," the Queen's soft voice beckoned.

"I apologize, Your Grace. I hope you were not waiting long," you said as you took the seat opposite Alicent. She was attired in a dark green dress, with a black cloak draped over her, and her hair was elegantly coiled around her head.

"You do not need to apologize. I have heard that once you and your dragon are in the sky, you will stay up there for hours," she remarked, reaching out to take your hand. "You remind me of your mother when she was younger. Always with her dragon."

"I have heard stories. Is there a reason for this meeting?" You asked, your anxiety growing, waiting for her to mention your escapades with Helaena.

"We must make proper preparations for your name day celebrations," Alicent smiled, and the carriage started moving as you both discussed the upcoming event.

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"Se dāria emagon ivestretan issa hen aōha kȳvana syt issa brōzi tubis." The Queen has told me of your plans for my name day, your voice softened as your mother's fingers ran through your hair.

"Gaomagon ao daor raqagon skoros īlon planned?" Do you not like what we planned? She sounded eager to know, her fingers halted, causing you to quickly shake your head. They both planned a three-day event, on the first day would be a grand feast, the second day a tournament, and the final day a ball.

Switching back to the Common Tongue, you addressed Jace, who was sitting in the corner of the room, and Luke beside him. "No, I think it's brilliant. But is it too much? I am only turning eighteen."

Rhaenyra smiled, "You are the daughter of the heir to the throne, my future heir. The King has approved."

Jace, however, changed the subject, "What were you saying before in Valyrian? It was hard to keep up." He was grinning, and his comment prompted laughter from both you and your mother.

"Jace, you never truly liked to learn Valyrian unless on dragon back," you replied with a laugh. Your mother joined in, and the tension seemed to ease.

"Sister, what about your flying today? I believe I heard two dragons overhead," Jace pressed.

Squirming in your seat, you began to explain, "Uh, Aemond was going to Vhagar-"

But your brothers' groans and your mother's stiffness interrupted you. Jace spoke firmly, "Do not go near him, sister."

"He did not try to feed me to his dragon. It was a friendly race," you defended yourself, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I will always remember what he is, brothers."

How could you forget.

Rhaenyra decided to change the subject, "That's enough now. Boys, why don't you take the air with your sister?"

Groaning in unison, your brothers reluctantly stood from their seats. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror; your hair hung loose, and you wore a simple blue dress that was a bit too long.

The courtyard was teeming with people, gardeners meticulously tending to the flowers, and the ladies of the court huddled together, whispering as you walked by.

"Dear sister, do you not bathe?" Jace sneered, his voice carrying so that the ladies could hear, and Luke began to gag.

"I will feed you to Lyrax," you retorted through clenched teeth. Your face burned with embarrassment as the ladies around you laughed and quickly walked away. "Did you find pleasure in that?"

The boys were consumed by uncontrollable laughter, Jace wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he gathered his breath. "Y/N, do you realize this will be our last moon together as a family?"

Your head cocked to the side, puzzled. "Why would you say that?"

The smile faded from Luke's face as his brother explained, "After your name day, you are to be married. Some lord will take you away to a part of Westeros, and it won't be long until you become Queen."

You shook your head, whispering softly, "I will not become Queen in this lifetime. You've seen how they challenge our mothers, right? For the realm to follow a second woman, it would shatter. No one would pledge fealty to me."

"I will kill anyone that tries to-"

"You will do no such thing, do not be stupid, brother," you admonished Jace, pinching his side. "Be smart, if anyone overhears this talk..."

"Niece, nephews, what a pleasure to see you all here today!" Aegon's voice interrupted your conversation. He stumbled into the courtyard, not holding a drink, but his brother was at his side.

You took a step forward and addressed Aegon, "Aegon, I thought you would be piss drunk by supper."

Aegon drew nearer, laughing as he pointed his finger. "That time cannot come soon enough, right, brother?"

Aemond straightened his posture, glaring at your brothers behind you. Jace attempted to hold you back, but his grip loosened with a shrug.

"Then I should not deprive you of your drink, uncle," you said, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't. He clasped his hands in front of him, smirking and unable to contain his excitement, rolling back on his heels with a chuckle. "May I ask what's funny, uncle?"

Aemond turned to his brother, appearing just as bewildered as the three of you. Jace and Luke attempted to reach for your sleeve, but Aegon finally stepped forward and leaned in close. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered, "Nothing. I was just thinking you would be such a lovely bride." He paused, then added with a wicked tone, "Or whore."

Your vision was blurred with anger, and neither of you noticed your hands raising, delivering furious strikes to each other. Anger seethed through both of you, with his hand finding your head and chest as your retaliation came in the form of slaps. Jace, Luke, and Aemond stood still for a moment, watching in disbelief as you both exchanged heated words in Valyrian, and the fight escalated from punches to slapping.

"Cease this!" Guards began to rush into the yard. Jace and Luke restrained you, while Aemond did the same with Aegon. Both of you were now bruised and bloody, with Aegon flashing a pathetic smile, revealing teeth stained with blood. "What is the meaning of this?"

Your chest heaved as you listened to Aegon speak, "We were just having fun."

The guard looked between the two of you, "You both will have to report to the King."

"The King?" You both whined, as the guard already started to escort both of you up the stairs. Embarrassment was all you felt as you walked shoulder to shoulder with Aegon, who seemed to share the same feeling.

"This is your fault," you accused, keeping your gaze on your gown, your fingers curled over the fabric, noticing specks of blood on the material.

"My fault?" Aegon laughed, sounding astounded by the accusation. "You struck me first."

"You started it. You got mad that I got the best of you in a fight." That comment caused Aegon to stop moving, and he only glared at you with clenched fists before resuming his steps.

The guard left both of you in the King's bedchamber, even though it was empty. Your lip quivered as you looked around, and Aegon had already made himself comfortable, helping himself to a glass of wine and pouring a second. "Here."

You were hesitant to take the glass, but you needed a way to soothe your anxiety. The wine was a sweet Dornish blend. Aegon downed his glass, and you followed, placing the glass back on the table.

"What is the meaning of this?" The King hobbled in, his breath was rigid as he tried to balance himself on his cane. The Queen and your mother ran in behind him, and you prayed to the Gods that Daemon did not show up.

Both of you spoke in a jumbled rant, trying to explain what happened, but the King, your grandsire, did not want to hear it. "Enough."

"Y/N, tell me why you struck him," Rhaenyra demanded, her lips pressed in a firm line as she waited.

"I do not know." Your words shocked Aegon, his eyes widened slightly. "We were talking, and I-"

"It was a playful jest," Aegon interrupted, pouring himself another glass of wine. "My niece and I were at a crossroads on dueling. She wanted to try since she could not hold a sword, and she decided to use her hands. It was a fair fight."

The Queen's lip quivered in anger, glaring at her husband. Your mother looked down at you, as if she did not know what to do. The King moved closer, saying, "Say your peace with each other and be done with it."

Alicent's face reflected the same look she had when Aemond lost his eye. She did not think that was sufficient. "She struck the prince."

"He struck the princess," Rhaenyra interjected, watching her father for a response.

You and Aegon felt like spectators in the verbal war that was about to start. Alicent turned to look at your face, noticing a bruised forehead, cheek, and a split lip. Her eyes shifted to Aegon, who had blackened eyes, a split lip in two places, and a gash on his cheek. She quickly made her way to Aegon, striking him where he stood.

He held his head down after the blow, but you heard him sniff, adjusting his posture to avoid any eye contact.

"He did not mean it, Your Grace," your voice faltered, noticing the tears forming in his eyes. "I am equally to blame."

Everyone stood still, watching to see what was to happen. "The both of you leave as we discuss your proper punishments."

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, nodding as you turned to leave the room. Aegon stood frozen for a moment, but he quickly turned and followed you as his mother came near him again. You could hear the murmurs of the three adults inside before the door closed behind you, leaving you both out in the hall.

Aegon's eyes were glossed over, his jaw clenched in anger or sorrow. His fists clenched and unclenched, letting his guard down.

"Aegon," you started, your hand reached for his, but he hastily turned away, his face contorted with emotion.

"Don't you touch me," he spat, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Like you said, you're equally to blame, yet I get punished, always. You cloud their judgment because you were born a girl, and I, a disappointment. Now they are furious that I am taking you down the same path."

You stepped closer to him, licking your lips, tasting the blood. "If you weren't an asshole, you would not be treated like a disappointment."

Aegon licked his teeth, laughing bitterly. He did not respond, just stood in silence. The blood on your dress darkened, and you tried to rub it off with your nail. You fought the burning sensation in your eyes, but a tear rolled down your cheek. You were once friends with this man, shared jokes, played games, danced, and now you beat each other senseless.

A click of the doorknob made you both stand straight, and everyone walked out in a line, the King struggling to keep up with the women. "We have come to a decision. You both have confirmed it to be a game, but at your age, you should know better. Both of you, back to your bedchambers at once. You will stay there until prompted."

Your eyes found their way to Aegon one last time before he stomped away. Rhaenyra took your arm, guiding you with her free hand on your lower back. The Queen stood watching everyone disperse before following her son to further his punishment.

"How dare you make a fool of this family?" Your mother shouted as she closed your bedchamber doors.

"I made a fool? It is not I who started it!" You finally let the tears fall.

"Then tell me, why did you not speak the truth to your grandsire, the King?" Her hand rested on a chair, motioning for you to sit, but you refused.

"I do not know." You lost your voice again, causing your mother to laugh.

"If I bring your brothers here, will they tell me the same story? That they 'do not know?' Please, Y/N, the Queen wanted you to be as equally punished as Aegon. Be grateful she pardoned you."

You hated Aegon, and you were glad he was getting punished, but why did the thought bring tears to your eyes? "Leave me be."

Rhaenyra sighed, placing her hands in yours, "You are to be a woman grown. Your name day will change everything you know. If the gossip of this fight came to light... You are lucky."

You bit your lip, causing it to sting, "Leave."

Rhaenyra nodded, kissing your forehead as she made her way to the exit. You let out a sob; the air in the room was suffocating. Your dress was ruined; you grasped for the strings, ripping them from the corset. Torn fabric and string pooled around your feet, leaving you in your chemise.

You spent hours sitting on the floor, whether it be to read or to think. No one came to relieve you from your chambers, but you did not mind. A knock at the door startled you from your book, quickly finding your red and black robe, tying it around your waist. "Come in."

Aemond walked in, and Mara followed after, "I thought you could do with some dinner."

A smile formed on your lips as you watched him help Mara place the plates of food on the table. Mara eyed you with a wide smirk, but you lifted your hand to leave. "Thank you, uncle. You did not need to go to these lengths."

"No bother. The least I can do after my brothers... antics this evening." His voice was low, like Aegon could hear the conversation. He pulled out a chair at your table, pushing it in after you settled in.

"I apologize for my appearance..." You looked to the floor, the remains of your dress still coated the carpet and wood. "How is he?"

Aemond poured you a glass before speaking, "My brother knows his stunts will leave him in a compromising position with our mother. He does them anyway, but this time I truly do not understand why he did what he did."

You sipped at your glass, "I thought he would grow from these... He was never like this when we were children." You glanced at your plate, meat pie and roasted vegetables, making you suddenly aware of how hungry you were.

"It has been years since you had last seen us. Before, you were just a girl... now you are a woman grown." His eye lingered over every part of you, making you wish you had a gown on. "Your name day will come soon enough."

"I would rather wait. Your mother has come up with a very elaborate three-day celebration leading up to the day. It is something to entertain all in the realm, that is to be sure." You started cutting at your plate. Aemond moved his plate around, looking at the food in distaste.

Silence engulfed the both of you, turning your stomach sour. You watched his hand drop his fork, leaning forward as his fingers grazed yours. "Uncle, is the food not to your satisfaction?"

You did not know why you asked that, if it was genuine or if it was to cut the tension, but Aemond didn't respond. His hand rested on yours, his cold stare sent shivers down your spine, thinking of the dream you had.

"Uncle?" Your gut twisted as he scooted closer, his hand trailing up your arm to your face. Panic welled up inside you.

You sat looking at him for as long as it took for the food to grow cold. His eye never met yours, only glaring at how his thumb and forefinger rubbed your soft features. Your hand crept up to his, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. In a flash, he let go, lifting from his chair and leaving the room.

You sat unbelievably still; shock went through you as the door clicked shut. Your eyes shifted to your plates; the food now turned your stomach upside-down, raising from your seat with a tremble.

"I thought he would never leave." A voice spoke from behind, and Aegon entered the front room with a stumble.

You jumped, "Aegon, what... How did you get in here? Did the guards relieve you?"

Your uncle was dressed in the rags he wore the night before; his shirt was a tad oversized for his frame. He discarded his cloak on the floor as he eyed your table.

"The passageways, remember?" He brushed past you, his hand brushing against your back and arm before sitting at the table. He picked up the fork Aemond was holding, shoving the food into his mouth.

"Did they not feed you?" You noticed his pace, clearing his plate and moving to yours.

"What was my brother doing here?" He questioned, ignoring yours. His eyes were focused on you, raking over every detail.

"It is not out of the ordinary, he comes here with supper, and we talk." Your voice was quiet as you watched Aegon pour two glasses of wine. "Why did you lie to them?"

He halted, his glass barely touching his lips, "We are not friends."

You nodded, "Of course not. You are my uncle."

"Not even that." You did not understand, "Drink."

You slowly reached for the glass, sipping the sweet blend. Aegon followed, his violet eyes staring into yours.

"I did not tell them because my sister cares for you. Last night, she begged to show you mercy. Aemond made me swear not to tell anyone, and I don't know why. I honor my family. You, I do not."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, drinking more of the wine. "You hate me that much?"

Aegon laughed as he refilled both of your glasses. "I don't hate you... I loathe you. Ever since we were kids, if you got in trouble, you were never punished, it was me being punished. When you left, it was like a weight lifted from my shoulders, but then you returned. You can speak out whenever you like, strike whomever you like, sneak about, and yet face no retribution. When I cut your hair, I felt a piece of you crumble, finally showing some weakness. I wanted to leave you in Flea Bottom with those people, but I didn't-"

You interrupted, "Then why didn't you? You said it yourself; you loathe me so. Trust me, Uncle, I abhor you. You claim I can do as I please, yet you can disgrace your wife by visiting whores in a pleasure house. You drink every moment of every day, beat on my brothers, and whisper cruel comments in my ear. The blood of the dragon flows through me just as it does through you."

He smiled down at you, raising his glass to his lips. "Seems you have gotten me all figured out, haven't you?"

You gulped your wine. "You blame me for your beatings, but maybe it's because you shame your wife, your mother's daughter, and the King doesn't love you because you're not his daughter."

After those words left your lips, Aegon slammed his glass against the table, standing up. His lips formed a straight line as he licked them, watching you squirm. You attempted to straighten up in your seat, waiting for him to speak.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, "Why are you here?"

He let go of the table, stumbling around it. "Just wanted to stop by before I left."

Confused, you snapped out of your chair, "You're planning on leaving? Are you going to Flea Bottom?"

You were both face to face, not uttering a word to each other. You wanted to leave with him, to see what he does, who he sees. You wanted to leave the confines of your room. His eyes raked over your face, leaning in closer. "Go to bed, niece. You've gotten into far too much trouble for this day."

"I wish to go," you demanded, "Take me with you."

He pushed you aside, walking to his cloak. "No. Do you want a repeat of last night? I suggest you stay here, or else I tell the Queen of your times spent in a pleasure house."

You followed him, "If I am to be with you, nothing will happen."

"Did you forget about our conversation? I loathe you; you abhor me?" He cracked a smile, fastening the clasp before fixing his hood.

"I understand, and my hatred towards you will be pushed aside if you take me with you. Just for tonight, then we can ignore each other forever. Please, I want the freedom before I am to be sold off as some old lord's wife."

You saw the conflict in Aegon's eyes, anger and pity mixed together as he sighed. "Get dressed."

A small smile appeared on your face, and you rushed to the clothes underneath your bed. You turned around to Aegon. "Don't look." You would normally be shy about changing in front of someone other than a handmaiden, but your excitement clouded all anxiety. As you slipped on all your clothes and grabbed your hat, Aegon made his way to you.

"How did you know I was finished?" You cocked your head, annoyance lacing your words. Aegon grabbed your hat, shoving it on your head to cover the white streaks.

"At least hide these." He quickly took his hands from your hat, walking to the secret passageway and pushing back the door.

The familiar rush of adrenaline filled your body as you both rushed down the stairs. Aegon shushed you as you both hit the open air. Flea Bottom was just as lively as the night before, with music and laughter.

As you made it down the stairs into the streets, Aegon kept you within arm's reach. You tried to pinpoint where the music was coming from, wanting to listen to the drums all night, but Aegon gripped you by the arm, dragging you down an alley.

"Hey! I wanted to—" You protested, but Aegon placed his hand over your mouth. His face was close to yours, making it hard to see who he was hiding from. In the corner of your eye, you noticed the flash of a gold cape.

"If you don't want to get caught, I suggest you pay attention to your surroundings," Aegon whispered harshly, letting go of your mouth. His hand reached for your forearm, and he weaved in and out of the crowds of people before leading you into a tavern.

The tavern was different from the one you and Helaena had visited; this one had lively music playing as people danced and sang. You couldn't take your eyes off the musicians, watching their feet tap to the rhythm.

A bump to your shoulder pulled your attention away. "Here, drink." Aegon had two glasses of wine, handing one to you. You nodded, taking the glass and raising it to your lips. You gulped it all in one go, and Aegon followed suit, turning to the barkeep, "Another."

This time you were both served something stronger in spirits. As you lifted the glass to your lips, you both twitched from the strong taste. The beat of the drum vibrated in your bones, and the animosity you felt between each other seemed to disappear. The drinks piled on as you both clearly became intoxicated.

Hours passed as you both left the tavern, returning to the Keep became more of a challenge. You both hummed, running into walls and each other, stumbling up the stone steps. Your hat fell to the ground as Aegon's hood slipped while he tried to bend down to pick it up.

"Forget it," you hiccupped, "I have no... no need for it."

His hand still wrapped around the hat, "You forget, no one can notice you."

Your legs twisted in front of you, stumbling in the passageway hall. Aegon barely caught you, laughter echoed as he stumbled over you.

"We... We must find my chambers," your speech slurred as you finally found your footing. You reached your hand out to him, and he hesitantly accepted, his body shaking as you tried to guide him to your room. You found your chamber with the door cracked slightly.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you spoke, "I must take my leave, uncle. It's late, and I am... drunk."

Laughter spilled from his lips, and he walked closer, "Why should we stop now?" He pushed past you and walked back to the table where your wine was left. The passageway door was left open, and the cool air filled your room. You watched Aegon discard the glasses and bring the pitcher, drinking straight from it.

Laughter left your lips as you watched the wine spill down his chin. He slowly walked closer, and his fingers gently lifted your head, bringing the pitcher to your lips, feeling it drop down your chin. You both stood in silence, drinking your wine for hours.

"I still loathe you, Y/N," his voice croaked, his eyes were glazed over, almost as if tears were going to fall.

"I know," you felt a burning in your face as you swallowed a lump in your throat, "I still abhor you too."

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 4- The Beat of Drums and Fiddles) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), drinking, cursing, asshole uncles, reader is kind of mean to her family, slight dubcon, spiked drinks

Tagged: @faesspace

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It was a week and a half before you could roam around the halls without shame. Mara attempted to cut your hair to where it was presentable, and you had to admit it looks beautiful. She managed to keep the length long, only trimming pieces to frame your face. Your mother was worried about you, stopping by with Daemon, pleading that you tell them who did it so that they can face justice. You never did tell anyone, not even Helaena. The only one who knew part of the truth was Aemond.

Aemond visited you during these times, to keep you in spirits. Whether it was over tea, wine, dinner, or simple conversation, he was always there, ready to listen. You couldn't help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind his frequent visits, or perhaps he genuinely enjoyed your company more than that of your brothers. Regardless, you welcomed these encounters, looking forward to them every night as he arrived punctually. Over time, you began to care for him deeply, your bond growing stronger.

Your arms were tired as you carried a giant book, the Targaryen Dynasty. You remembered your mother reading it to you, your favorite page was one that was previously tourn out. The day was beautiful, and you intended to enjoy it under the Weirwood tree.

You tried to memorize the words in the text, regular and in Valyrian, but the dynasty was long, and very interesting. You envisioned the years to come, with your mother and stepfather being added to the list of rulers. As a gentle breeze cooled your skin, you turned a page and tried to fix your hair.

"You would think that after a week of being confined to your room, you'd be eager to fly," Aemond said, peering over your shoulder with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Lyrax will understand. I much prefer to sit in the sun and read. You're more than welcome to join me," you replied.

Aemond smirked but remained standing. "I have to leave for the training yard. I wanted to make sure you were... alright."

Without lifting your gaze from the book, you hummed, "I am perfectly fine."

Aemond stood still for a moment, making you glance up. He was dressed in his customary black leather training attire. His silver hair, almost glowing, was partially tied back, and his eyepatch matched his jacket. "My sister requested your presence in her chambers. I could escort you."

Closing the book, you quickly stood but stumbled slightly under its weight. "Here," you said, handing the book to him. "I'll go see her. Be cautious, uncle; if you spend more time with me, you may raise suspicions."

Aemond watched as you walked away, your red and gold dress brushed the ground with each step. You felt his gaze on your back but resisted the urge to turn around, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. Your friendship with your uncle felt like a mockery to your brothers.

Helaena had visited you several times, and you both enjoyed sipping tea while engaging in light, meaningless conversations. She was a true friend, and you often wondered how she could be related to her brothers. Her chambers were conveniently close to yours, but you had only been inside once.

Today, you found yourself pacing nervously in the hallway, attempting to remember which door led to Helaena's chambers. Guards observed your anxious movements but didn't dare inquire, and you hesitated to ask for directions, fearing embarrassment. Fortunately, your search was cut short when Aegon emerged from the room, his face pale, and his eyes darker than usual. You noticed a chunk of his hair had been cut. His gaze briefly met yours before he turned away and walked off without a comment.

With a sigh of relief, you knocked on the door and waited for Helaena's invitation to enter.

Helaena opened the door, hastily adjusting her robes. "I apologize. Come in, Y/N."

You stepped into her chambers, where a table was set with tea, and the window was open, allowing the pleasant sounds of birds to fill the air. The sheets on her bed were ruffled, suggesting recent activity.

"It was a matter of duty," Helaena began, "I need to speak with you about a grave matter."

You nodded and perked up, concerned. "Of course, what's wrong? Are you okay?

Helaena nodded, her handmaiden assisting her into a gown. "I'm fine, but it's about my marriage to Aegon. It's purely a matter of duty. I know he doesn't love me, and I don't love him. It's just..."

You placed your hand on hers, "Speak plainly."

Helaena's voice grew strained as she continued, "Why can he have his... fun with others, but I can't?" She looked at you, waiting for your response.

"Because he is a man. If a woman was to do what he does, she would be branded a..." your throat ran dry as the word cursed your lips, "whore."

Helaena hummed, as if agreeing, "Yes, but that is if a woman's maidenhood is compromised. For I do not..."

"Helaena, are you saying you want to fuck whomever you would like?" You nearly laughed as you watched your friends face turn red.

"Is it horrid of me?"

You quickly shook your head, "No! Absolutely not, though the one problem would be, how would you escape your mother's watchful eye?"

Helaena smiled, "There are passageways in the Keep, did you know that? Aegon used them many times, though I had never used them myself. Would you like to... join me?"

You felt your heart race with anticipation. Leaving the Keep for an adventure sounded like a dream. "Where would we go? The Keep is heavily guarded, and we don't exactly blend in. When should we go?"

"Midnight would be the most opportune time. I'll have my handmaiden gather plain attire for us." Helaena moved to consult her handmaiden, who was tucked away in a corner of the room. The handmaiden nodded and was about to leave, but you stopped her.

"Wait! No dresses, just plain clothing." The handmaiden nodded and then hurried away, closing the door behind her.

You both sat in silence, grinning from ear to ear as the adrenaline of the plan flowed through the room. You stood up, and Helaena even let out a rare laugh.

"If we get caught, we'll never hear the end of it," you said, laughter bubbling from you. "If the guards don't catch us, your brothers surely will. We can't afford any slip-ups."

Helaena agreed wholeheartedly. "Indeed. Now, leave my chambers, but don't attract attention. After supper, meet me here and say we're taking the air."

"Of course. I'll take my leave then. Until tonight." You left her chambers, your mind filled with anticipation for the adventure ahead.

As you left Helaena's chambers, your heart was in your throat, knowing that your aunt was determined to go through with her audacious plan. The hallways were filled with guards, and your smile faded as you remembered that your name day was just three weeks away. On that day, you were to be betrothed to a lord, and this might be your only chance to venture out of the safety of the Keep.

You turned a corner and nearly collided with your brother, Jace. His face was battered and bruised, his hair disheveled, and his eyes locked onto yours. Concern filled your voice as you asked, "Jace, are you okay?"

Jace glanced around cautiously before breaking into laughter. "Sister, do you wish to take up a sword against our uncles? Do you think they'd go easy on you?"

"Brother, one day you will triumph over them," you leaned in and whispered, "Our brother got the better of one of them."

Jace quickly hushed you, his hand covering your mouth to prevent anyone from overhearing. "Do you want to have your tongue removed? If Aemond hears your comment... If Mother hears, she'll box your ears."

"I apologize. Would you like me to escort you to your room, brother?" You suggested, and Jace shoved you playfully as you both continued walking together.

"I've heard Mother has been looking for you. Do you plan on avoiding her forever?" Jace asked, cocking his head in curiosity.

"I will if she brings up a betrothal. She, of all people, should understand the importance of marrying for love rather than duty. I just wish to take Lyrax and fly away to the unknown. Mother doesn't understand..."

Jace stopped you before you could go on, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Please, sister, try to grasp how essential it is for you to marry. You're the heir."

Your fists clenched as you felt the eyes of the people in the hall on you and Jace, analyzing every aspect of your interaction. Anger coursed through your veins as you realized you were about to break.

"Damn you. Damn se lot hen ao." Damn the lot of you. The sound of your shoes clicking down the hall, anger coursed through your veins, your legs carried you out to the courtyard.

"Tonight can't come soon enough." You muttered to yourself, your anticipation for your secret adventure growing stronger by the moment.

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Dinner was a somber affair. Your mother had requested a family dinner, excluding the Queen and her children. Rhaenyra was seated next to Daemon, their hushed whispers filling the air, while you and your brothers tried to engage in conversation. However, your parents' responses lacked warmth and sincerity.

"Jace, Luke, it sounds like your training is going remarkably well," your mother commented, meticulously cutting her meat into small pieces before placing them in her mouth.

You couldn't help but snort, drawing everyone's attention to you. "Remarkably well? Aegon and Aemond beat on them every day. Look at their faces!" Your brothers shifted uncomfortably as your parents' gazes settled on their battered appearances, marked by split lips and bruised eyes.

"Training includes taking hits. If you don't get struck, you'll never become a true warrior," Daemon interjected, raising his cup to his lips.

"But Aegon and Aemond never get hit, and if they do, Ser Criston strikes them down for daring to hit the King's blood. We share the same blood; the dragon's blood runs just as strong in our veins. Mother, why won't they acknowledge that?" You pleade with frustration in your voice.

Jace's hands slammed onto the table, rattling the dishes. "You know why, Y/N. Don't be foolish."

"Jace!" Rhaenyra's voice rang out, and the clattering of her utensils emphasized her point. She rose from her chair, one hand on her stomach. "I will not tolerate this behavior during dinner."

You, however, chose to press on, addressing your brother with a determined tone. "Please, dear brother, enlighten me. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather hear it directly."

Jace turned to face you fully, his anger palpable. Your eyes shifted from him to your mother, frustration boiling within you. Your voice quivered with intensity. "They treat us like bastards. Even if they don't say it outright, the mockery is clear. Grandsire has been protecting this family for almost eighteen years, and yet the court still gossips and whispers behind our backs."

Daemon lifted from his chair, "That is enough."

Your jaw clenched as you pushed your chair back, the screeching sound echoing through the dining room. "Very well. I will take my leave."

Tears stung your eyes as you stormed out of the dining room, the guards watching you pass in silence. It was too early to head to Helaena's chambers, and the dragon pit was out of the question – you couldn't risk smelling of dragon. In your frustration, you attempted to undo the updo that Mara had painstakingly created in your hair, fingers tugging at knots. Wandering the halls of the Keep became your solace. You admired the tapestries hanging on the walls and traced your fingers over the scratches etched near the throne room, all of it drawing you into the mysteries of the past.

"Princess Y/N, may I accompany you to your chambers? It's quite late for you to be out alone," came the gruff voice of Ser Westerling. His grey beard jutted from beneath his helmet, and he didn't bow his head to you, only his eyes shifted in your direction.

"No, Ser. I can find my way. Thank you," you replied, your determination unwavering. He nodded and continued down the hall, disappearing from sight. The hour was growing late, and you needed to make your escape. You wanted to sprint, to rip off your heels and run to your aunt's room, but you couldn't risk arousing suspicion.

Just as you approached her door to knock, it swung open, and Helaena pulled you inside.

"Helaena, you scared me," you whispered, your heart still racing. But she couldn't contain her laughter. Dressed in an ill-fitting beige shirt, green trousers tucked into riding boots, she handed you rags to change into.

"Here," she said, "go change. I'll wait."

The clothes she provided were oversized, much like her own attire. The off-white shirt had strings to tighten around the top, covering your chest. Brown baggy pants and an extra pair of her riding boots completed the outfit, along with a tan hat that hid your hair.

Emerging from her chambers in your makeshift disguise, Helaena was already preparing herself, stuffing her hair into the hat. She smiled at you and whispered, "Come, Y/N. The passageway is here." She pushed on a painting, and it swung open, a rush of cold air greeting your skin as you stepped into the narrow corridor. You felt your way forward, the walls closing in on you, while Helaena left the door slightly ajar. The passage was dimly lit, with slits in the walls letting in slivers of moonlight.

You both descended a flight of steps, still trying to adjust to the darkness and figure out your way. At the bottom, you reached an opening, and as you peered outside, your hearts raced with disbelief. The passageway had led you to the back of the Keep, overlooking the streets of Flea Bottom.

"This way, Helaena," you whispered, your hand clutching hers as you both hurried down the steps. When you finally reached the lively streets, the vibrant music surrounded you, filling the air with its power. Street performers displayed their skills, manipulating fire with their hands and walking on the thinnest ropes stretched from rooftop to rooftop. The sounds of drums and fiddles blended with the captivating performances, while the sultry voices of women cooing to men and the ensuing moans filled the tight corners of the bustling district.

Your cheeks flushed as you witnessed a couple engaged in a passionate embrace, the woman's pleasure-filled moans sending a wave of heat through your body. Quickly, Helaena pulled you into a nearby pub, where the music was just as intense. You made your way to the counter, and the barkeep, a bald man with a shining head under the candlelight, greeted you.

"What can I get you boys?"

You and Helaena exchanged a glance, deepened your voices, and ordered, "Two ales."

The barkeep nodded and swiftly poured the drinks into tin cups, their tops foaming over. He pushed them toward you, saying, "That'll be five gold dragons."

You both exchanged looks, before you searched your pockets, already taking a big swig, Helaena followed suit. Setting your cups down with satisfied smiles, you grabbed your aunt's hand and dashed out of the pub. The barkeep yelled after you, but amidst the chaos of the streets, his shouts were quickly lost, and no one pursued you.

"That was dangerous," Helaena laughed, her hands fell on a wall, turning the corner to a pleasure house. Her hand slipped from yours as she ventured closer, and you frantically called after her. But the music and noise from the street drowned out your voice, and she didn't seem to hear you. Heart pounding, you quickened your pace to reach her.

Outside the pleasure house, men and women leaned against the walls, their hands exploring each other's bodies in the dimly lit alley. You felt a sense of shock and uncertainty, as the moans of the women reverberated through the space. One couple in particular caught your eye.

The woman, had a mess of brown curls, her slip dress was off her shoulder, revealing love bites over her neck and collarbone. The man, was balding, his brown hair shrunk back on his head, his beard was sprinkled salt and pepper, his lips remained against her neck. On the hip of a man, you noticed a knife with an oak wood hilt and a 6-inch blade. His eyes left the woman for a moment and locked onto you.

"Would you like to join, boy?" he inquired, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You attempted to speak, but before you could respond, the woman interjected, her tone sharp.

"That is no boy. No boy has such a feminine figure." They both moved closer, reaching for your hand and guiding you into the building.

Stepping inside, you were met with warmth, and a massive fireplace stood in the center of the room. All around you, men and women were engaged in activities that made your face burn red with embarrassment. Red drapes adorned the walls, pillows were strewn across the floor, and thin sheets covered couples engaged in various forms of intimacy.

Fear and panic churned within you as you desperately wished to find Helaena and escape this situation. This was a grave mistake, and you needed to get back to the safety of the castle. Your attempts to pull away from the couple were met with reluctance, and they steered you deeper into the pleasure house.

"I really must go," you stammered, your voice trembling. The room was filled with adults engaged in various forms of physical intimacy, and their hands slid over your body, causing you to recoil. "I need to find my friend."

The woman's voice cut through the murmurs in the room, offering a glimmer of hope. "She's in here. Come with me, and I'll take you to her." The man handed you wine, placing it between your lips in a long sip. The woman motioned you to follow, your legs wobbled but continued.

Desperation pushed you to trust her, and you followed her into a dimly lit room filled with the sounds of moans and cries. However, as you scanned the room, you realized that Helaena was not among the figures entwined in passion.

"You lied!" you cried out, your voice quivering with fear. "You said you knew where she was!"

Confusion and fear swirled around you as the woman and man continued to press, making unsettling propositions. You attempted to retreat, but the man's grip on your arm prevented you from escaping.

You went to back away, but the man grabbed your arm, "Pretty thing, why come here to not have fun?"

"Let me go, and I will never come back," you pleaded, your voice quivering with anxiety. Their intentions became increasingly clear, and you were horrified by the direction this night had taken.

"Do you still have your maidenhead?" The woman questioned; your face turned red. She read your face as she spoke, "It's okay. The first-time hurts, but we will take care of you."

Suddenly, you were yanked away from their clutches and thrown to the ground. Your vision blurred as you realized the man had likely drugged your drink. Panic set in, but it was quickly overshadowed by relief when you saw that a familiar figure had come to your rescue. Your uncle, Aegon, had intervened, punching the man who had threatened you.

Still feeling the effects of the drug, you were lifted off the ground and guided back to the main den. Aegon's voice echoed in your head as he asked, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

You looked up to your uncle, his eyes filled with anger. "Aegon, I was not expecting to see you."

Aegon wore the same rags you and his sister wore, his hood fell as he bent down to look at your skin, "Did they touch you?"

You quickly shook your head, sobering up slightly, "No, they never got the chance."

In a quick moment, he grabbed your arm, shoving you near the door, "Good, now you can explain to me on why you are down here."

You couldn't lie, if you told him you were down here by yourself, he would leave Helaena, stuck with whoever she is with. "It was your sisters' idea."

As if you called him a hideous name, he grabbed your chin harshly with his hands, "My sister is here? Where the hell is she?"

Struggling under his grasp, you gasped, "I do not..." but Aegon flung you away, determined to find his sister. Quickly, getting to your feet, you followed him down the stone stairs, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you searched for Helaena. The atmosphere grew colder and more oppressive as you ventured deeper into the hidden passageways.

Moans filled the room, down in the dampest part of the building was a different experience than above. Skin slapped against skin, as women cried out in pleasure. You tried to move past the bodies on the floor, bodies knotted together in a way you did not understand how it was possible.

Aegon watched you, how you tried to avoid eye contact with everyone, scanning from wall to ceiling. Aegon did not mind the moans, but his thoughts of his sister, his wife, being down here sent a wave of anger through him. He noticed you rush to the corner of the room, to a couple groping each other under their clothes. Pants hung at their ankles; soft groans echoed as you inched closer.

"I apologize, but we must leave." Your voice halted their movements. Helaena was a mess, her hat remained on her head, but her lips were red and puffy. Saliva shined around her mouth, love marks down her neck and navel were dark enough for anyone to see.

"Oh?" She hummed, drunk. "Well, we were just..."

You pulled her up before she could finish, the man she was with, grunted as he stood as well.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He bellowed, trying to pull Helaena back. He was very tall, built like a tower, no muscle but big around the middle. He was relatively young, not breaking the age of thirty. His grip on Helaena made you angry, Aegon was not close enough when you shoved the man.

"We are leaving, now." You huffed, pulling Helaena behind you. She hiccupped as she tried to calm you down. The man inched closer; the smell of wine hit your nostrils. "Leave us."

The man towered over you, his hand lifted your chin, your heart nearly combusting, "Or, I could have you."

Finally, Aegon reached you, his hand wrapped around your waist and blocked his sister from the giant in front of you. "She cannot, I paid my fair share for her. You will need to find someone else to sink your cock into."

Your cheeks flared up as his grip tightened, the man peered at you before turning to find his next meal. Helaena was incredibly intoxicated, unable to walk in a straight line. Aegon released your waist, holding his sister upright, muttering hurtful words in her ears until you made it safely outside, laying her against a wall.

His head snapped to you, the blood of the dragon coursed through his veins as he closed the distance, his face in yours, "You couldn't listen. You had to be a dumb bitch. Granted my sister got some prick in her pants, what was going to happen to you if we didn't find you first?"

You cocked your head, "We? Aemond's here? Is this a fucking family reunion?"

Aegon smacked your head, gripping your chin between his fingers, "You nearly got defiled. In a pleasure house. What shame would that bring to your family, to our family?"

You protested, "But it didn't happen, you stopped it."

"Exactly, I stopped it. By calling you my whore, is that something to feel proud about?" His breath was hot on your face, the smell of wine was pungent.

Without another moment's hesitation, you raised your hand and struck him across the face. Aegon stumbled back, holding his cheek, clearly restraining a horrid comment. However, he quickly stormed back at you.

Aemond appeared in front of him, promptly pushing him to the side. "Take Helaena back to the castle. I will escort our niece."

Aegon stood still for a moment, a mix of anger and frustration flashing in his eyes as he watched his brother wrap his arm around your waist. He despised the way he felt in this situation, the recklessness you displayed. He spat at your feet before lifting his sister up and heading back to the Keep.

Aemond watched you in silence, his hood partially concealing his face. However, you could discern his smirking expression. His smug demeanor incensed you, and the way he gripped you left you feeling powerless.

"I can walk on my own, thank you, uncle," you protested, shoving him aside and stumbling away from the cacophonous moans seeping from the building. Aegon and Helaena were stumbling ahead, both clearly inebriated, nearly colliding with vendors.

"As much as I would love to let you, I think we need someone to go with. Aegon is right, men in these parts will do vile things to you if they find you to be a girl," Aemond remarked as he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and whispered into your ear.

"What brings you to Flea Bottom?" you asked, sensing his body tense against yours. It pleased you to know that the question seemed to unsettle him.

"No more than what you were doing down here," he replied, his words cryptic and enigmatic.

"Stop that, speak the truth," you demanded, your legs feeling tangled as the effects of the spiked wine continued to take hold.

Aemond noticed your inebriation and, lifting you up slightly, said, "Aegon and I, we come here every few moons, but this time was different."

You wished he would elaborate, but he remained tight-lipped. "So, did you find someone you liked?" you asked, feeling him sigh against you. However, he didn't respond as he hoisted you over his shoulder and made his way up the giant stairway toward the opening of the passageway. The hall around you seemed to sway, and you tried to warn him that you might be sick, but he paid no attention as he continued to guide you back to your chambers, attempting to find the correct entrance behind the wall.

"I'm going to be sick," you groaned, desperately trying to get Aemond's attention. "Please."

Reluctantly, he lowered you to the ground, the swaying and swirling sensation abating. However, the respite came too late, and you vomited the contents of your stomach onto the stone floor.

"Feel better?" Aemond's voice was as smug as ever. You didn't want to meet his gaze, wiping your mouth and turning back to him.

"Shut up."

Finally finding your footing and able to walk on your own, the tension between you and Aemond was palpable. The stone walls provided a welcome coolness against your hot skin. The hat had become incredibly uncomfortable, and you removed it, your hair falling in near tangles.

"What possessed you to go down there?" Aemond asked, his eye never leaving you as he continued to use the wall for support.

"I was there for Helaena. She wanted to go, but I lost her," you admitted, feeling a heavy sense of guilt. It was your fault that she got into this situation, that you did not talk he out of it.

"I understand why my sister went. But why did you go? You could have said no," Aemond observed, his tone thoughtful, as he pushed the wall, revealing the entrance to your bedchambers.

"I... I wanted to see it before... before," you stuttered, all the emotions and memories from that night flooding back. You remembered how happy you were, how Helaena had laughed, how those people had sounded, how Aegon had held you, and how Aemond had protected you.

Aemond leaned against the passageway, his eye fixed on you as you struggled for words. You feared that he might use this against you in the future, but for now, he remained silent, observing you.

"If that's all, I will take my leave," he eventually said, bowing his head as he closed the passage door. Your body felt warm, and you tried to rid yourself of the rags, shoving them beneath the bed. Mara had lit a fire in your room, which you found comforting. The warmth enveloped you as you wrapped a blanket around your frame.

Your eyelids grew heavy, and the floor of your room suddenly felt like the most comfortable bed. You lay down and drifted into a deep slumber next to the crackling fire.

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A/N: Sorry I was absent, I will write another chapter and upload either tonight or tomorrow.

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