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Se Hāedar Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | I

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, I wanted to write something raunchy with plot, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed.

Prologue

Chapter I | The Rest and More

With lots of persuasion from you and lady-lessons from your mother, she deemed you fit enough to sail to King's Landing. However she would not send you alone, she entrusted your safety to your slightly elder brother Vaegon.

He had trained for years in the Temple of Light to become a swordsman, and a fine swordsman he was. Brother or not he really did piss you off most of the time, now more than ever. Once he learned of your impending betrothal to the Targaryen Prince he soured up more than normal. He berated your Mother for days on how she could ever allow this.

He would of course still be a bastard even if you were legitimate, this was only so you could marry Aemond.

“What if he is ghastly! You know someone being unmarried for this long most likely means it’s for a reason!”

You weren’t sure what stick Vaegon had up his ass but you wouldn’t let him ruin this for you, this voyage was bad enough. Perhaps you’d be able to claim a dragon, there are plenty laying around on Dragonstone…

“I am sure I will be able to handle whatever Prince Aemonds complexion is, especially having to witness you for the past 19 years.”

————

“In King’s Landing you can’t wear these kinds of fabrics, these are a whores garments there.”

Your mother threw your old clothes to the side and motioned for you to turn around. She put a thick and hard piece of material around your waist and tied up the back.

“Alright my sweet, breathe in and-“

Suddenly all the air in your lungs was forced out in a shriek as your whole rib cage was crushed under the pressure of whatever the absolute hells this was.

“This is beauty in King’s landing! This will become your life, remember this is what you wanted.”

—————

You’d be at sea for about a month or less depending on the winds. You craved to be back on solid ground, your stomach was not agreeing with you. Sleep escaped you night after night, only catching small power naps multiple times a day before the rocking of the ship would wake you once again.

The tight clothes and strict codes for ladies your mother had laid upon you for survival in Westeros weighed in your head. You hoped your husband would not be as overbearing as you’ve heard of Westerosi men to be.

—————

Your mother had called some of her top prostitutes to come in and teach you the rules and ropes of intercourse.

“The merchants from Westeros really enjoy the girls who act sweet and innocent. You will be expected to provide as much as he pleases, and you mustn’t bore him.”

The brunette climbs on top of you and places her hips between yours, both of you fully clothed doesn’t make the moment less intimate than what you’ve had.

“Now, let’s act out how you cry out for mercy, how you beg for him to be gentle on your body.”

She begins to mimic the motions of intercourse to test and see if you are ready for what she claims will become of your life. A weird sense of embarrassment stings throughout your body, you weren’t expecting this kind of training. You didn’t know there needed to be this kind of training.

“Come on my lady, let's hear you!” She taunts you with a laugh, she grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed to really get it out of you.

——————

You could only spend most of your time reading, reading history books and other stories from Westeros. You could speak the language fluently enough, but you will get it fully soon.

Hopefully you won’t have to give up your favorite foods, the Targaryens should be rich enough to import all the finest things from Essos. Pomegranates, Watermelon, Blackberry Wine, Duck and the list goes on…

The salty air fills your nose, it would be lovely if you weren’t seasick constantly. Reading distracts your mind enough to forget your current feelings.

You haven’t heard anything about the other Targaryens outside of the history books, you don’t even know what the current ones are like…

Your mother doesn’t have good views of, well, anyone. She told you to expect the worst from most of them, if they were anything like her father then you should be watching your back at all times.

Amongst all things and her dislike for Westeros, she wanted to see you happy the most. She said time and time again she would allow you to come back no matter what.

She was sweet and kind where a mother should be.

——————

“What if I claimed a dragon? I could visit you at any time I wanted to, right?”

You asked your mother over morning tea, you were to set sail later today. This would be the last time you would see your mother for the foreseeable future.

Saera rubbed her aging finger over the rim of her cup and laughed to herself a little.

“A dragon isn’t something you can promise, most of my siblings never claimed a dragon in their lifetime.”

You huffed and pouted, your motivation to claim a dragon only increased tenfold. Ever since you were a child when you were told you couldn’t do something it would only make you want it more.

“However, if you were to claim a beast… you would fancy Silverwing I believe. Or if you seek to be bitter, my father would roll in his grave if he knew my child claimed Vermithor…”

Saera laughed to herself heartily, entertaining her child’s wild ideas. She doesn’t doubt you would attempt to claim but she doesnt be believe it would be successful.

——————

Viserys was not expecting Saera to accept his proposal. So he was shocked when Alicent burst into his chambers with a letter in and holding it out to him in anger.

“What is this?! You offer Aemonds hand to the daughter of a whore?! What were you thinking!”

He left out a guttural cough into the fabric of his handkerchief. The unexpected stress of Alicents

rage seething onto him, he was gonna tell her… eventually.

“He is my son too, I must leave no Targaryen unaccounted for. I cannot die in peace knowing there is a- a good Targaryen across the sea. You have been trying to get Aemond wed for years, it- it is the best choice.”

Alicent braces herself on a wooden chair and lets out a deep breath with her head down. Her husband is a fool, he will look like a fool to the seven kingdoms and this girl is proven to be used.

The Queen remembers how she would read to King Jaehaerys on his deathbed and he would mistake her for Saera. He would reach out to her and ask for forgiveness, the guilt would eat at her because it was not hers to give. Until the day his body gave out and he couldn’t muster words anymore he would ask for Saera.

To Alicent, Saera had made her choices and she wanted to be where she was. To bring her bastards into it was too far, she had no choice in the matter. Being the Queen didn’t matter if the King already made up his mind.

“You will force me to greet her I presume. You are far too ill to make it to the port.”

Gods, Viserys already fell back to sleep. Rotted skin exposed and clearly pain stricken. Alicent sighed out loud in frustration and stormed out of the room, guards opening and closing the doors for her.

While she would like to think she knows how Aemond will feel about such an arrangement. He has been without betrothal for all his life and the ladies of the court actively avoid him. Perhaps this is something he needs.

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Hāedar Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, I wanted to write something raunchy with plot, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed.

Chapter 1

Prologue | Desire and Need

Dear Princess Saera Targaryen

In my old age I have begun to truly appreciate the concept of family and it has become a necessity for me.

You are my only Aunt remaining and while I understand you may be still offended by your Father and my Grandfather's transgressions. I would like to extend a show of goodwill to my dear Aunt.

I understand from word of mouth you have a high bride price on your youngest daughter. I have a son, Aemond, who is unwed and unbetrothed and is about the age of your daughter.

If you are willing to hear it. Bring your daughter to King's Landing and prove her purity. In turn I will legitimize your child making her Princess Y/N Targaryen, wed her to Prince Aemond Targaryen. With double her price to go along with it.

You yourself will be welcome to come and go from King’s Landing at your whim.

Viserys of House Targaryen, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men.

Saera read over the letter with a scoff, throwing it onto the dark wooden table. She is far gone from her prime, at the age of two and sixty it has begun to dull her greatly. Even if she desired to make such a voyage she would no doubt die before she even made it.

Even to ask this of her was a slap in the face. Her pride was far too great to give up her daughter to Westeros, a land she despised. After her Father all but banished her from Westeros she had to make a life for herself elsewhere and she ended up in Volantis becoming a proprietor of a successful pleasure house.

Saera, too deep in her rage to notice her youngest and only daughter entering the chambers until she swiped the piece of paper out of her tight grip. Tearing off a small piece in the process.

“Getting mad like this isn’t good for your health, Mother. You’ll surely break something.”

Y/N Targaryen was a true marvel of Targaryen beauty, your fathers genes never stood a chance.

Silver white hair and soft purple eyes with her thin dresses of purple, her features would lead one to believe she was soft and innocent but like her mother she had an innate want for power and comfort.

The Valyrian girl was not content in Volantis, the city-state reeked of elephant dung. It was blisteringly hot day or night and there was no difference. When her Mother complained about King’s Landing it sounded miles better than Volantis, true or not.

“Haven’t you learned to not take as you please girl!”

Her mother reached out to snag the letter from her thieving daughter but she was faster. Fast paced to the other side of the room where her aging mother could not reach without help.

“King Viserys wants to make me a Princess?!”

Y/N yelped out in joy, Princess was such a sweet citrine word to her ears. As a young girl she would fantasize of having the same title as her mother once did. She would pout and cry that her mother was a Princess and she wasn’t.

“Foolish girl, you fantasize too much. No one is making you a Princess, it’s a personal jab against me!”

Her Mother scoffed once again, she will have to witness her daughter have another Princess phase as she did when she was a growing child. All because her Nephew was dying and the Targaryens wished to bother her once again.

“Let me go to Westeros please Mother! It’s my dream! It’s not fair!”

Y/N puffed up and pleaded to her mother like a child begging for extra dessert past their bedtime.

It was too late for Saera to say anything, Y/N was already lost in her fantasies. She wondered of this Prince Aemond, he would be about her age… would he be handsome? If he wasn’t promised to someone else by now maybe no other lady wants him? Or maybe the Gods are saving him just for her!

“Send a Raven immediately Mother! I must go to King's Landing now!”

Saera sighed deeply, Y/N reminded her of herself. Wanting to be freed from the life she’d been given, wanting something different and when given the choice went for it. Just so happens to be in different directions. She’d been waiting a long time for someone to get her only daughter's approval, so if she desired this Prince and this life…

“Gods be good… very well. However! I will be forced to give you a lesson in Westerosi standards, you wild child.”

[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, tags will be added as we go.

Authors Note (new!): I will be releasing a prologue for another Aemond x Reader fic soon! I love writing about Essos so I had a good idea for a story about Saera Targaryens daughter. Keep an eye out! I will take turns for chapters between the two.

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 | Prologue

Chapter 4: A Womb and A Prophecy

It was a beautiful Lysene morning. It was raining therefore no morning fire, so you were able to go back to House Rogare to spend some extra time with your adoptive siblings.

Ten siblings you acquired, not including bastards, most are younger than you. Including your sweet sister Larra, she turned four and ten just a few moons ago. She has been sweetly attached to your side since you arrived in Lys.

The two of you sat in the greenhouse seating area snacking on small treats. The pitter-patter of the rain on the glass smoothed you greatly as you sipped your tea down. You wore a lovely red gown, made of light and airy fabrics to match Lys’s weather and style of fashion. You would have to find yourself a new wardrobe as to not be seen as a foreigner in your home country.

Larra curiously twirled her thumbs, thinking before she spoke.

“Father tells me you are to go to Westeros soon. Does that make you happy sister?”

You let out a breath of laughter out of your nose, leaning back in your seat.

“Why yes, yes I am happy to go to Westeros… though it is not to Winterfell, King’s Landing will have to do.”

Larra got a little pouty, you weren’t sure if it’s because she’d miss you or if she wanted to go to King’s Landing herself. Even if you wanted to bring her, you truly had no promise you would come out unharmed. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if Larra somehow got involved.

“I’m sure you will go to Westeros one of these days Larra, I don’t believe you’d quite like it though.”

Naturally you can’t have more than a few moments of peace and footsteps quickly approach your seating area. You sigh out loud and turn to a proper position to greet your interrupter.

You sucked in an abrupt breath, not expecting this visitor without a notice. One of the highest priests from the Red Temple in Volantis, she stood draped in red robes with a mask of gold covering her face. Her dedication to the Lord is commendable, she gave up all identity to have no obstructions in her faith. She was nobody but a faithful servant of the Light.

“Priestess, I had no word of your incoming arrival or I would have met you at the Temple myself.”

You stood to meet her, she bowed respectfully as one must do in your presence.

“It is raining so I knew I would find you here my Lady. Apologize but it was far too urgent to wait and it is too private to be sent by letter. I must speak to you privately.”

Goosebumps creeped up your body, her phrasing worried you immensely. You peaked over your shoulder to Larra and nodded your head to tell her you’ll be back shortly.

“In private is where we will speak Priestess.”

——————

You took her to one of the guest rooms, decorated beautifully with beautiful architecture like the rest of the house. The rain gave the room an odd darker feeling.

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a sword. Even for someone as experienced as her, even she didn’t know how to go about it. That tells you it must be of extreme unique importance.

“I have many things to attend to today so if-“

“Do you remember the Azor Ahai prophecy?”

How could you not, it was one of the first things you learned about in the temples. It’s a tale every child in Essos hears tenfold.

“Of course I do but I don’t see how that was so important to come all this way for.”

For the first time you see the Priestess look nervous, or at least you could tell from over her mask. You assume there’s more to it so you allow her to speak uninterrupted.

“You must play your own part in the Prophecy my lady. I know R’hllor has told you, you make your own path and this is your choice as well. However, if it is to come to fruition there are circumstances to cultivate it.”

“You are beating around the bush, out with it.” You speak with slight frustration.

“Azor Ahai must come from your and a dragon lord's blood. If you are to go to Westeros it would be wise to secure something for yourself. It would be unwise to rely on your descendants to do it for you.”

Oh, well. Beat around the bush she did not. Yours and a Dragon Lord's blood? Targaryens are the only Dragon Lord’s left so that’s all she could mean. Oh.

“Oh. So I must have children with one of the Targaryens is what you mean.”

“Yes. Since you have a past with Prince Aemond I would hope the choice would be there. Do not leave Westeros empty handed my lady.”

This complicates things for you, going to Westeros was in part to see Aemond. But, what if he has moved on and has no desire for you. That is always a risk, and now the fate of the prophecy rests on you getting Aemond to marry you. If you were a man and Aemond a woman, it may have been easier to manage.

“I see. Is that all?”

“Yes, that is all. I will be seeing you for prayer this evening my lady. I look forward to it.”

As she leaves you feel a sense of weakness fill your bones, you have to sit down. This doesn’t feel right, you had been promised a life free from these exact circumstances, though it’s presented as a choice.

In reality, it really is not.

In less than 2 weeks you will be faced with more choices and consequences then you had ever wished for.

[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, tags will be added as we go.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Prologue

Chapter 3: Lemon Scented Letters

“You know it is not good luck for one to fall asleep after morning prayer.”

You groan as thin curtains were forced apart allowing the full force of the sun to shine through. You roll over to cover your face, maybe if you hid away she’d let you sleep. The pups at the foot of your bed stretched and jumped off to go seek out the cooks for some type of meat scraps.

They get bigger and bigger every day, it’s been almost a month since you’ve received them and they have grown quickly.

“Did you know it is bad luck to wake the Lady of Light at any point?”

“I will take my chances Y/N. It’s almost midday!”

You sigh in defeat and roll over to your back, letting out a big puff of air blowing your hair out of your face. Thankfully you don’t have anything to do for the rest of the day, just you, Tyanna, and a bunch of cute little sandwiches.

“Tyanna, the cooks are serving those finger sandwiches for Luncheon aren’t they? Cucumbers are in season aren’t they?”

Suddenly you hear stomping leading up to your room and the abrupt sounds of your guards berating the individuals at the doorstep of your personal chambers. You recognize the voice instantly… fuck.

“Let Priest Titus in!”

Red Priest Titus, he’s one of the oldest in the temple and came over on a pilgrimage to bear witness to you. He’s one of the few who believes in you but still gives you a hard time with your choices.

“When were you going to tell me?!”

He could be talking about any number of things, for an old wise man he fumes up far too easily. Reminds you why he doesn’t deal with the politics of the temple.

“If you wanted to join us for luncheon you could’ve just asked.”

“You know very well I am not talking about finger sandwiches!-“

“Well I only want to talk about finger sandwiches so this must wait until after…”

The old man was very clearly fuming, about to bust at the seams of his Red robes. You had no idea what he was talking about but just to see him getting mad makes your day.

“This absolutely cannot wait! When were you going to mention to- to- to anyone that you were going back to Westeros!”

“No one is going back to Westeros! Not soon at least-“

“Then explain this!”

A letter is thrown at you, but it is an open piece of paper so it just flutters to the ground a few feet in front of Titus with a more embarrassed look on his face while you lay slightly amused.

“Well. Now what.”

“Allow me to get that my Lady…”

Tyanna rushes from the other side of the room to grab the piece of parchment off of the floor and handing it over to you and backing away slowly.

You rub your tried eyes and unwrinkle the letter that had been so foolishly tossed to the floor and began to read unamused.

To the Court of the Lady of Light

The Crown of Westeros and House Targaryen humbly requests the beloved presence of the illustrious Lady of Light.

By the turn of the next moon, we wish to be gifted with her graces presence.

We hope to hold a banquet in her honor, as we understand it draws near to the Feast of the First Sun.

We would be honored to host the week of festivities in tandem with the Faith's own Summers Night Feast in Kingslanding.

Alongside her grace and her Courtesans, will be joined by his royal highness King Viserys and Queen Alicent with their children Prince Aegon Targaryen, Princess Helaena Targaryen, and Prince Aemond Targaryen. Other Houses may be in attendance at their own will.

Sincerely, the Crown of Westeros.

Your face softens as you read and a soft lemon scent wafts through your nose, clearly it was soaked into the paper somehow.

He knows… He really knows…

“Aemond…” you whisper delicately while stroking his name written on the paper.

“This is an insult! They dare try to dirty our grand feast with- with- their shit copy!” You can barely hear Titus over the blood in your ears.

“We must go, write them back immediately.”

“Forgive me for saying but have you been inhaling too much Ash my Lady?! You do not know what they have planned!”

You hop up from your bed almost immediately, you felt the need to defend Aemond. No one here knows him, and to assume he would have this sent out to harm you?

“Aemond would not allow!- The Targaryens would not allow such acts on their grounds!”

You feel the room get cold and silent even with the humid summer heat. Your outburst you’ll admit was uncalled for but, if Aemond wants to see you, you shall be seen.

Titus’s face hardens and zones in on you and the letter in your hands and lets out a strained breath admitting his own defeat.

“I see, very well. I am bound to you, I go where you go my Lady.”

“Have a Priest write a letter back confirming our attendance, and Tyanna, gather members for a procession to escort and attend to me during our stay. After luncheon of course.”

Titus’s quick defeat should worry you, clearly the mention of Aemond made him realize something. The relief and serenity of the thought of being back in Westeros, even if not the North. Is too great for you to think about much else.

Oh Aemond…

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“I heard Lys is nice this time of year.”

Alicent feels her body tense up at the mention of the three lettered country, especially when it falls from Aemonds mouth. She takes a long sip of her tea to articulate her thoughts, but the worry eats at her tongue regardless. Even the gardens that surround them help none to ease her stress.

“You have no business in Lys, you’ve never been. Why the interest in Lys?”

Aemond walks closer to the table where his mother sits and pulls out his own chair to take a seat across from his mother. Hands folded neatly, no elbows on the table as his mother taught him so, deep breath in long breath out.

“I read a book in the library, about the Lord of Light and the temple in Lys. A rather new book actually, published in High Valyrian around 2 years ago. It tells about their new Deity, the Lady of Light. Few know her name but they describe her with features from the First Men-“

“Do not torture me any longer, I cannot bear it. Aegon babbled to you, didn't he?”

Aemond sits for an extra moment longer, thinking about where he wanted this to go. What he really wanted to come from this interaction.

Maybe he would make his Mother sit in it a little longer.

“Aegon talks about a lot of things Mother, which do you speak of? I just wanted to tell you of my studies, since we tell each other important information.”

Alicent knows she’s asked for this to some extent. She knew Aegon would tell Aemond but she didn’t think it would happen this soon. She knows Aemond cares about this girl and he wants her to suffer just a little.

“Gods! I’m sorry that I did not tell you but need I remind you how you reacted the last time she was mentioned! I didn’t know where you were, you disappeared for days!”

Aemond says nothing, he sits there and twiddles his thumbs. Maybe he was sitting there to think or maybe to just see if his mother kept going. It was a cloudy day, no burning sun coming down on Aemonds black leather clothes, he could sit here all day if he wanted to. Normally the hot weather makes it too hot for him to think clearly.

“What would you have me do Aemond? Invite her here? So your eyes can meet and embrace each other while crowds clap and cheer, then marry and run away into the sunset?-“

“That’s exactly what we shall do. I read in the same book that they hold the Feast of the First Sun at the same time as the Summers Night Feast.”

Aemond had thought this through delicately it seems… What he asks is a tall order, not realistic in the slightest. However, if Alicent desires to place Aegon on the throne, Aemond having the fancy of a powerful religious leader wouldn’t… not help.

How would she get the faith to approve of such an activity though? To break bread to who they believe are heretics… The North has the Old Gods, the Targaryens have the Valyrian Gods…

[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, Aegon is his own warning, tags will be added as we go.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 (Prologue)

Chapter 2: Aegon the Ever Persistent

“Queen Alicent, may I borrow your ear for a moment?”

Larys Strong spoke up to Alicent when she entered her own chambers to find him there by himself. Rather a disturbed one he is.

Alicent looks around slightly perturbed but approaches nonetheless, taking the seat across from him and taking a deep breath before speaking.

“What is so important that it could not wait until tomorrow?”

“You had told me many many moons ago that if anything about Lady Y/N’s Death made its way through to come to you immediately, so here I am.”

Seven years ago Alicent had to inform young Aemond of Lady Y/N’s passing and he was inconsolable for days until he heard of her funeral and ran away on Vhagar to witness it himself.

When Aemond arrived back he was beyond bewildered, Alicent didn’t even have time to yell at Aemond before he said.

“He did something to them…”

Your uncle had attempted to prevent him from even peeking at your burial, telling him to go home before he gets Winterfell in trouble for housing a runaway Prince. With his little boy strength he pushed through your uncle and his sons to see, nothing, there was nothing in the casket. Any Targaryen-born person would know well enough that even bones would still remain after a little fire like that.

He had been rushed away and all but kicked out of Winterfell.

He begged his Mother to punish your uncle for it must’ve been his fault. She told him she couldn’t do anything as there was no proof he had done anything to you or Cregan.

Alicent mentioned to Larys in passing to tell her if anything regarding you was mentioned through his web of spies.

7 years later, she’d honestly mostly forgotten about that interaction.

“…What is it?”

“House Glover has personally sent two Direwolf pups to Lys for House Rogare.”

“So? Lysandro probably got the taste for exotic pets, or one of his children wanted a dog.”

“Don’t you find it, a small coincidence that Lysandro Rogare adopts a child slightly after the ‘death’ of Lady Y/N? And coincidentally receives two Direwolf pups from Y/N’s mothers house? House Rogare has been wanting to stick their hand in Westerosi politics for years before this.”

“I suppose, but, what do I do with this? I can’t tell Aemond. He’ll run off to Lys like he ran off to Winterfell.”

“It is no matter to me, I simply told what you wanted me to tell. And do not worry, this information is free.”

Larys takes his leave and slowly makes his way out of Alicents chambers leaving her to dwell with this knowledge.

Alicent takes a deep breath to think, closing her eyes and restarting her old habit of picking at her skin, but as a Queen, a Wife, and a Mother. There truly is no real rest.

“Aemond will be thrilled to know won’t he? Let me tell him.”

A joking voice comes from the chair in front of the lit fire, Aegon. That little shit.

“What are you doing here?! Do I get no privacy even in my own chambers?!”

“Whattt, I like coming into your chambers. I like the ambiance, Mother. You know what, I’ll go tell Aemond right now. He should be at the training grounds at this time-“

Aegon was cut off by a cut through the air with a slap. Alicent has stricken her eldest once again, oh how he drives her there so fast. She tries to keep the peace between her children, yet Aegon is always stirring the pot.

“You will not be telling Aemond of any such thing! You will not have him on a wild goose chase after a dead girl! Do not give him hope! You have tormented your brother enough! And for Sevens sake get the hells out of my chambers Aegon!”

For the one time in moons Aegon is sober for an hour, it's when Alicent needs him to be drowned in his sorrows.

Aegon puts his hand on his burning cheek and turns with his tail between his legs to no doubt run to the taverns and whore houses.

Though Aegon always has had a loud mouth, especially when drunk.

—————————

Aemond attempts to sit in peace and quiet as the storm outside rages on. Rain tends to make his eyeless-socket ache, so he blows out all the candles and lays back to let the pain take its course for the night. If no one else bothers him for the rest of the night-

“Aemondddddddddddd!!!!!!”

Maybe if he pretends that he isn’t in his chambers-

“Aemondddddd I know you’re in thereeeeee!!!!!!!! It’s your big brotherrrrrrr!!!!!!!!”

Aegon the ever persistent is what they’d call him if he was King…

Aemond sighed and put his eyepatch on but left his sapphire to soak in a goblet of water. Sometimes he could out wait Aegon if he was drunk enough but the night is still young…

Aemond opens his chamber doors and instantly moves out of the way to let Aegon fall onto the floor in the doorway. Aegon climbs to his feet stumbling here and there but making it to Aemonds chair.

“What do you want brother?”

“I have a little tiny little- um secret from mother, but!- you can’t tell Aemond because mother told me not to tell Aemond so you can’t tell Aemond or mother will get mad at you for telling Aemond, alright Aemond?!”

What in the seven hells is wrong with this boy? Aemond did not like not knowing things, and it would not be his fault for letting Aegon ramble on…

“Alright, I promise not to tell Aemond anything.”

“Great! I would have dieddddddd without telling someone this! I-I overheard mother talking to Larys about that little Stark girl you fancied when we were kids. He told herrrrr that she might still be alive in, get this! Lys with House Rogare! Can you believe that?! Bet she’s a real beauty now… yes…”

Aemond felt his blood rush cold and his body couldn’t move, not once in his life had he been unable to think, unable to speak…

“Aemond? Where did you go? Are you even listen-“

Aemond couldn’t bear to hear Aegon speak another fucking word, he grabbed the elder boy by the face to shut him the hells up.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard Aegon? Are you so certain you’d bet your life that she’s alive?!”

“Well thatsssss a bit of a stretch for a girl that I do not care for but…”

Gods he is fucking insufferable, but if that meant Y/N was alive… he would bear through his drunken rambles… His mother wanted to keep this from him?

“Why did mother keep this from me- I mean Aemond.”

“Well- you know how Aemond got when her Uncle buried her, he ran away and got his arse locked out of W-Winterfell…”

“Ae- Aegon!”

Aegon started falling asleep in Aemonds chair, once he fell asleep it was near impossible to wake him up. Aemond didn’t want his drunken brother throwing up on his floors.

“I’m up! Well, look at the moon, the night is still young I have to get back out, whores won’t fuck themselves. I have to pay them to do that.”

Aegon hoists himself out of the chair, surprisingly keeping his balance and giving Aemond a big pat on the chest. Not before taking a big gulp of the goblet where Aemond soaks his eye-sapphire in.

“Disgusting, your Wine tastes like water… Where did you get ice at this time of year?”

As quick as he comes he’s gone again. Leaving Aemond baffled and dumbfounded but with a new sense of purpose nonetheless.

If you were in Lys, he has to know, he must know, if it’s the last thing he ever does.

[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, tags will be added as we go.

Prologue (important to read) | Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Lady of Light

128 AC | 1 Year Before the Coronation of Aegon II | 155 Years Before Daenerys Targaryen

“My Lady, I have brought you an assortment of Tarts, Fresh Fruit, and I wasn’t sure what you had a taste for this morning so I brought Sweet Red and Blackberry Wine.”

“Tyanna please, we have known each other long enough for you to call me Y/N. Sit with me, I can’t eat all of this on my own”

Tyanna is your closest priestess and closest friend. It’s her job to personally handle your food, grooming, and personal matters. You’d personally chosen her from the prostitutes that were at the temple when you arrived. You’d chosen her for no particular reason other than she was the first one your eyes landed on.

She took a seat across from you and folded her hands neatly on the table, she was waiting for you to fill your plate.

The balcony doors are open and the fresh salty air blew in with the soft breeze. Lys is far too hot and humid for your Northern born body, even after seven years and thin silk clothes.

You can appreciate days like this.

You took slices of Watermelon and Strawberry tarts. You took both wines and poured them together in the same glass. A little bit greedy with expensive wines, mixing them together makes it into something unique.

“In Westeros I never would’ve gotten to taste such things. Winterfell could barely hold meat to the end of winter sometimes.”

“Yet you still wish to go home?”

“Yes, it’s my duty, to my people, to my brother, to-“

“Your lover?”

A small smile pulled at your face and your cheeks got a little rosey, very few people know about Aemond, even less in the temple. You could always tell Tyanna about anything.

You don’t even know what Aemond looks like now, he doesn't know what you look like now. You fantasize if you did meet again he’d recognize you just by laying his eyes on you, he would know.

“He would be a luxury.” You giggled, caressing the golden goblet with your concoction.

She took her own picks of the platter, while more frugal than you, you made sure to leave her the lemon tarts.

When you were with Aemond as children you’d make sure to save all the lemon tarts for him. Even when his mother told him he’d have enough and it would make him sick, you’d give him more. Even when it did make him sick it didn’t deter him. You hoped he still loved them like you remember.

She reaches over the delicately crafted table and puts her hand over yours when she notices your face turn sorrowful.

“You will see him again, I can feel it”

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They rely on you to lead every burning ceremony from when the sun rises to when the sun sets. To thank the sun for rising and to ask the sun to rise again in the morning.

It has become a ritual for you to walk across hot coals barefoot while you light these fires, heat and fire will not hurt if you ask it. R’hllor gives fire permission to burn and shine but you can take it away if you so please.

The sun tickles the horizon, the unimaginable hues of red and yellow making love to combine into a dreamy orange. Most people in Lys would begin to shiver and become cold, but this is your favorite time of day. Nowhere near the temperature of the North but then again, how much do you really remember?

Still standing on hot coal you turn to your priests and followers. The sheer red fabric of your dress flowing in the faint breeze, the sound of screams behind fabric only adding to the atmosphere you’ve curated delicately.

You raise your hands to the sky and repeat.

Lead us from the darkness, O my Lord.

Not all were in belief of your power, some would even take it far enough to attempt to take your life. It would take more than a few heretics to snuff you out.

Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. R'hllor, you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins.

However once you catch a bird you can’t just set them free, not if they try to peck your eyes out.

Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night.

Red Priests walked behind you with torches, standing with perfect posture. Behind you stands two wooden poles and tied to it are two men who tried to snuff out your flame. Your followers say to you.

Lord of Light, defend us. The night is dark and full of terrors. Lord of Light, protect us.

You know it, you can feel the heat warming up your back. They have set the men afire and their screams come… and they go. With a final breath out you say.

R'hllor who gave us breath, we thank you. R'hllor who gave us day, we thank you.

With one breath in and one breath out they respond to you.

We thank you for the sun that warms us. We thank you for the stars that watch us. We thank you for our hearths and for our torches, that keep the savage dark at bay.

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“Sister, I hate to interrupt your Oh-So-Hard mornings but a gift for you arrived at the castle.”

Your ‘brother’ Lysaro tends to visit from time to time, he’s gonna spend House Rogare into the ground one of these days and you won’t save him either. Having a gift in hand is normal, having the Lady of Light in good graces when all the Magisters hate you.

“What have you brought me on this fine morning Brother?” You don’t face him still taking bites of your sweet morning pastries.

“Not from me this time, from your home.”

You snapped around to Lysaro, to see a servant standing next to him with a crate with fur sticking out the top.

“Home? At this time of year?”

You stand faster than you think and when you get closer to the crate you notice something even greater than any gift you’ve ever received. Two yipping pups, one white as snow and the other black as soot.

“Wolves?! Who?-“

“This letter was with them as well.”

You snatch it away from your brother like it’s going to disappear, you don't normally hear from Westeros unless it’s your nameday or a holiday. This is totally out of the ordinary.

‘Two orphaned wolves, raise them well. The Dragons den stirs in conflict. Three wolves will need to return home soon.’

“Get servants to fan these pups during the daytime, it’s too hot for them here.”

“Yes my Lady”

Your throat feels dry, you’ve wanted nothing more than to go home. But. What does this mean? Something must be off with House Targaryen.

“Walk with me brother.”

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[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East | Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, tags will be added as we go.

Chapter 1

“Uncle please! You can’t do this!” You screamed with tears streaming down your face as your arms were held back. You were pulling so hard you felt as if your arms would dislocate, but the guards did not budge.

“The North is my birthright! Where is your honor?!” Cregan, your older brother shouted next to you, also held by guards. The men that were supposed to protect you are now holding you like criminals.

Your Uncle Bennard and his 3 sons stood over you are your brother mockingly, clearly gaining some kind of sick pleasure from watching you two writhe in pain. What he had planned for you, you did not know, but it couldn’t be anything good.

“Take my niece to the cell tower, I need to have a private word with my nephew.”

At your uncle's words Cregan jumped up from his knees and struggled against the guards grip yelling profanities at him as you were dragged away. You attempted to dig your feet into the ground to spend even a second longer with your brother. It was useless you were a little girl of ten and one, they easily dragged your small body away.

You felt unreal, weightless, weak. You lost all ability to move and let the guards drag you by your arms like a ragdoll. Your feet dragged against the rough stone floor, it chafed and burned your shoeless feet.

You hadn’t had the faintest idea what your uncle wanted to do with you, but you could imagine the worst case possibilities. You knew you would never see Cregan again, surely your uncle wouldn’t let him live.

Perhaps he would just kill you so you couldn’t tell anyone the truth.

The halls felt like they would go on forever. You’d personally never been to the cells of the castle, no reason for a little girl to come here.

You’d be violently tossed into an empty cold cell with only a wood board for a bed and barred window, left in the dark with your thoughts only left to weep to yourself.

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Hours turned into days with no human contact besides the hand that slipped food to you so you wouldn’t starve to death. Is this it? Would you rot here? Your screams and cries went unanswered and your throat wasn’t raw days ago.

You slowly began to spiral over time, questions buzzing through your head. What’s happened to your brother? You prayed he didn’t suffer and had a swift death at the very least.

What would the people know? Would they think you two had died of fever? How would Aemond react?

Gods, Aemond.

You hadn’t yet stopped to consider your best friend and the light in your life. What would he know? He already struggles enough, if he believed you died what would become of him?

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You don’t remember falling asleep, though you suppose you never do.

Wake my child, it is not yet your time

You snap up to find yourself in a different pitch black room only illuminated by one pit of fire, tall and bright. You were entranced by the fire and felt the carnal urge to get closer, it didn’t hurt, it didn’t burn, you felt warm… you felt safe?

Yes child, the fire speaks to you.

“I- I don’t understand”

Most do not, but you can. I will give you a choice child if you are willing to hear it.

You hold your breath with a big lump in your throat but with sweaty palms and shaky breath you mutter out “yes”

The fire seemed pleased with your response, at least from what you could tell.

You can rot here and die, which you will. Or. You can accept my blessing, my power. Everything has been predestined and decided, however, I have given you the choice to overcome fate and forge your own light.

You clenched your fits tightly, shaking and trembling at the unknown implications of your choice. “I don’t want to die!”

Very well, the light is yours child.

Quickly, you felt a burning sensation on your forehead that grew hotter by the moment. It burned so badly you fell to your knees and screamed and begged for it to stop.

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“My Lady! My Lady you must wake up!”

An aggressive whisper shook you awake from your dreamscape. You could barely make out anything in the faint candlelight. A cloaked figure with no disconcernable features is all you could see.

“There’s no time to explain! We must leave before it’s too late, just know I’m here to keep you safe!”

The figure was frustrated with your lack of response and resorted to grabbing you harshly and forcing you to stand on wobbly feet. Your throat felt dry and couldn’t spit out a single coherent word. The man nonetheless opened and dragged you out of the cell door, rushing you down the halls.

The halls and stairs winded together even more confusing than when you had come up. Breaking through the last corridor and through a wet and unfamiliar underground passage. You were picked up off your feet and rushed down even faster.

Everything felt like it had happened in seconds, you were rushed out of the castle walls into an empty wagon. You peaked out of the back and saw flame licking at the inside of the cell tower you were trapped in.

“Rest my Lady, you have a long journey ahead of you.”

Was the last thing you heard before the doors of the wagon were shut and you began to move.

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You had been shipped across the sea to Lys where you were taken in by House Rogare and Lysandro Rogare.

A handful of houses in the north had learned of your uncle's plans days before he enacted it. Your mothers home, House Glover and House Manderly staged your death and paid House Rogare handsomely to take you in until it was safe for you to return. They tried to find your brother Cregan but he was nowhere to be found and no one has heard from or about him since. Your uncle's story is that both of you died in the tower fire that night.

He assumed power of house Stark immediately and kept your funerals short and fast. You had been told through letters that Prince Aemond was devastated and heartbroken to learn about your passing. He had even flown North on Vhagar without the castle’s permission to witness your ‘funeral’

Your heart aches everyday with the thought that Aemond believes you’re dead. You wish to go home to Westeros and embrace him and tell him you’re alive. However, that’s not an option right now.

Your life in Lys has been far from boring to say the least.

Shortly into your stay at House Rogare, Red Priests from The Temple of the Lord of Light arrived asking questions about your whereabouts. How they found your identity from their visions you do not know, they showed up proclaiming you a so-called ‘Lady of Light’.

The fire that you spoke to seven years ago was R’hllor, the Lord of Light. The religion is very common in Essos and is dominant here.

Word of your existence traveled throughout the whole continent of Essos, while Westeros remained none the wiser.

Refusing to leave Lys, finding a fondness in your new family, the wine and food doesn’t hurt either, you took up secondary residence in the Red Temple in Lys.

They have built extension after extension to the Temple to suit your ‘needs’. The Temple is full of Priests, Prostitutes and Warriors, but only one of you.

Even having lived away from home for seven years, in your heart and in your soul… you belong to Westeros.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: College has gotten in the way of my release of this chapter! I plan to be back on Schedule now! Apologies! I’ll have the next chapter out by Wednesday I hope.

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Chapter 8: A Dream of Dawn

“No no no! Please! Don’t do this!”

You were dragged by the pits of your arms while your bare feet dragged on the harsh stone floor of Winterfell. The guards grip was bruisingly tight, you wined, kicked and cried out.

Wooden doors scraped against the floor as they opened, revealing your brother, as proud as ever.

“Traitor of the North! Y/N Stark!”

You were forced onto your knees as Cregan descended the steps of his seat to stand proudly in front of your shaking form, staring up at him from under your eyelashes.

“I could kill you now if I pleased, I should. you betrayed the North, your family, for some Targaryen coc-k”

“and I fucking Loved it.”

You had a smirk on your face that Cregan promptly wiped off, a smack so hard and fast you were almost knocked to the floor. You would’ve hit the floor if Cregan didn’t grab your throat and force you to face him.

“I’ll decapitate your little dragon boy, and I’ll bring you his head. And because I’m nice, I’ll let you cuddle it at night.”

You stared at him delirious from the smack, crimson running from your nose, with the biggest and sickest fucking grin ever.

For you knew.

A cool washcloth is pressed to your forehead as you wake from your dark dream taking shallow breaths, eyes half open going in and out of sleep. The maids made small quiet chatter around you, you only had half a mind to pick up a few things here and there.

“I heard- gouged out by a bird-“

“Poor Helaena- her boys-“

You attempted to move to stretch your aching body only to let out a whine that alerted the maids. They rushed to your sides, telling you not to move, that Aemond will be by shortly, they’ll get you something to eat.

Against their wishes you slowly scoot up the bed to sit up, bearing through the pain for some comfort. You felt unreal, your head was light and airy. How long have you been asleep? The sun was kissing the horizon already, you must’ve been asleep for a while now…

“I want to go for a walk.”

“My lady now wouldn’t really be the best time for-“

“Dress me, please”

They all share a collective glance of worry at each other before the youngest moves to collect some kind of dress, while the others move to sit you down to brush and braid your hair.

You snacked on various fruits and berries, most you’d never tasted before. It would be hard to get fruits of this variety to Winterfell. The sweetness of the fruit tickled your tastebuds and the Wine was like no other.

“What is this? I would eat these every day if I could”

“Those are pomegranates from Essos my lady, you can eat them everyday. And this is Blackberry wine also from Essos. I’ll send for more to be sent to your chambers in the mornings.”

“Gods, maybe I should’ve been born in Essos. Who knew such things existed.”

The little things have made you feel so much more alive, it made you forget, just for a little bit. Where you were, and how you got here.

You were dressed in an airy breathable dress, and hair braided, nothing too big or fancy, just for a walk. You just needed to be outside, amongst nature and trees and other things. Nature was the only solace you had in Winterfell, you would have to acquaint yourself with the ones in KingsLanding as well.

You dismissed the maids despite their pleas to come with you, as it wouldn’t be safe for a lady like you to wander the castle alone like this. Nonetheless you walked alone.

It was quiet, no whispers, no shuffling fabric or armor, only your footsteps echoing through the halls. You imagined that all would be crowded around Helaenas chambers, you couldn’t face her right now. Not until you had answers. What had you become? Are you crazed? Are you a witch?

You carried yourself soullessly through the gardens, great and vast, but not crowded with trees so high they would block out the sky like the place you once knew. It felt too open, anyone could see you, nowhere to hide anymore.

Caw

Mind drawn to the animal, a family of them gathered among the branches of the weirwood tree. Ravens? Crows? Gods how can you tell the difference? You could swear they were all staring at you. Judging? Observing? Mocking? Communicating?

“I am crazy aren’t I?”

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

You jumped to face the person behind you, of course being Aemond. You hoped he hadn't heard you talking to yourself like a crazy person. Aemond looked exhausted, you assume he hasn’t slept since last night.

“Aemond! How’s-“

“Helaena has gone to madness, rightfully so, Maelor and Jaehaerys they’re- it’s all my fault.”

“Gods!- Aemond that can’t be, you weren’t aware-“

“A Son for a Son, Y/N, I have no children so they’ve punished Helaena for my sins. As they have tried to take you from me as well.”

So that’s why, you should’ve been quicker, you should’ve noticed faster, then maybe…

Helaena paid a cost for Aemonds deeds. Poor girl would never recover. You were so taken aback, you weren’t even entirely sure what you had seen, what you had done, was real. Before you could worry about yourself you reached for Aemond, you needed his warmth in this moment. Anything to tether yourself back to reality; You held him close and dear.

Aemond felt warm, he felt safe.

“You have to rest my love. I can’t watch you fall apart right when we’ve gotten back to each other.”

Aemond held you back, resting his heavy head in the crook of your neck, his silver hair tickling your neck. You could feel his exhaustion radiating off of him. He could fall asleep at any moment.

“I can only rest with you at my side. You mustn’t leave my side ever again, I can’t bear it.”

“Of course Aemy, let us go back to your- our chambers.”

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Aemond slept like a rock, his arms locked around your waist allowing you little room of movement. You weren’t tired so you sat up in the bed and softly stroked your love's silver locks hoping to grant him some form of ease.

However, your mind wandered elsewhere.

In your childhood you minorly read about old North folk stories, of those who had otherworldly connections with animals. To know their minds. You’d processed those as nothing more than stories, tales fathers would tell their sons as they hunted.

The name was on the tip of your tongue, but it was lost on you. Wards? Borgs? Gods… this will be the thing that drives you mad.

Surely the library, in all its vastness, must have something on Northern and Stark history.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: I promise fluff will be coming eventually :((

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Chapter 7: A Winged Wolf

You and Aemond didn’t have much time to spend together after your influences as Alicent would surely find out if you two spent too long alone together.

Aemond decided he’s stressed his mother out too much over the past day so it’s best not to add this onto her pile.

You were putting yourself back together after Aemond had gone, debating if this would be a good time to visit Helaena as you’d promised earlier.

It was rather late and you’d hate to bother her at such a late hour with something like a sword. It would only rile the boys up when they are supposed to be long asleep. Maybe tomorrow afternoon will be a better time.

Agh!

You yelped in pain, your head felt like it was splitting open. A headache had hit you so suddenly it didn’t make sense even if you had eaten something bad surely it wouldn’t hit you like this? You fell to your knees on the stone floor, the pain was unbearable.

Only able to kneel there in agony as your eyes rolled back in your head and your body felt limp and weightless. You couldn’t even reach out or yell for a guard; it was all too much.

The pain went as fast as it came.

Your body felt light, a breeze gliding on your body…

This wasn’t your body. There was no ground, only your wings gliding and flying on the breeze. No cloth, no corsets, no shoes… just feathers.

You felt at true peace, just for a few moments…

A screech interrupted your thoughts and your ‘body’ moved on its own to inspect.

Flying over to the area of the red keep you thought you heard the scream from.

Your bird sight allows you to see a lot better than you normally could, you spotted Helaena grasping onto Jaehaera. Burying her head into her shoulder to block her eyes. The stone of the window was blocking the rest of your view but your blood was cold and you knew well enough something was wrong.

As you dived down to the window and you caught a glimpse of an abnormally large man holding a bloodied blade. Your brain didn’t think, it only did.

You changed trajectory and aimed for the large man. Being a small animal the man didn’t see you coming and you went straight for his eyes. Plunging your beak into his right eye, biting and tearing at his socket. Your talons digging deep into the skin of his face.

Suddenly a hand grabbed your whole form and slammed you into the floor, shattering all of your thin bird bones.

You whined out in agony, your back arched from the floor. Returned back to your body, you turned over and your mouth watered from the pain wracking your body. You emptied your stomach until there was nothing left, only dry heaves and tears streaming down your face.

“My Lady! Lady Stark! What’s wrong?!”

You hadn’t heard a guard come in, probably hearing your screams. Holding your form up to keep you from falling in your own vomit. Your vision danced in and out, your body wasn’t sure if it wanted to give out or keep your adrenaline going to keep you awake.

“Que- Helaen- You have to save Helaena,,, she she…”

“What happened to the Queen, my Lady?!”

“GO!!”

The guard froze at your booming voice before nodding, sitting you back on your back on your bed. Your body giving out almost immediately falling back into the soft sheets and you laid there, weak bodied, unable to move, limbs spread out.

It felt like hours and hours you laid there, but it had only been a few minutes. Your body, sore from the pain of… whatever that was.

What was happening? Why was there so much blood? Who was that man? Helaena… A sharp pain going through your head once more.

“Well well. Aren’t I one lucky man?”

Your head shot up before becoming light and feathery again at the rush. Before you stood an extremely skinny lanky man with an extremely visible dagger in his hand, stalking towards you from the doorway. You couldn’t move an inch, your body froze in fear but you still attempted mentally to scoot up your bed away from the man but with no avail.

“ ‘Who are you? why are you here?’ “

He mocked in a high pitched girlish tone with a wicked bent tooth smile that made your blood curdle.

“It’s your lucky day doggy! I get to take you back home to your pack. There’s a mighty fine price for you ‘alive and safe’ ugh.”

He pats your head like you are a real dog, the fear in your body slowly trickling into anger. A scowl forming on your face and your hands gripping your sheets but still too afraid to make a move on the man.

He got close to your face, he reeked, his breath was rancid and his body odor wasn’t any better at all. His hand caressed your thigh as he continued.

“Big brother must care lots for this body of yours, wanting to keep it intact, and pure. I don’t think it’s fair, why dangle a prime piece of meat in front of a starving man…”

The man's hand traveled up your thigh even further, your body jolted back in response and your hand went under your pillow where it hit something, solid, your sword it’s here. Aemond must’ve left it here for you…

You have a chance

“Why don’t you give me a kiss, for your safe rescue of cour-“

“Fuck you!”

You spit in the man’s face and use your chance of surprise to kick him back and grab your sword with your closest hand.

He landed on the ground with a groan on impact, holding his tailbone which no doubt got injured in his fall.

“You little fucking Cunt!”

The man recovered surprisingly quickly, taking you off guard and lunged at you only to slip on your vommit and slam his face into the stone floor. Giving you enough time to unsheath your sword and lunge at him.

You yelled at the top of your lungs as you drove your blade through the man’s back, tearing through his black tunic, to his skin, to his bones. He let out a scream of frustration that was cut off abruptly by you taking your blade out of his back and repeatedly puncturing him again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

This was you finally being able to take your anger out in the most raw, human way anyone could. Tears streamed down your cheeks, full of emotion and woe. Blood splattered across your dress, face, and sword. But swords were made to be coated in the blood of foes.

Long after the man had died, limp and unmoving on the floor, you hadn’t stopped driving your blade. Your body hadn’t allowed you to cease, ears deafened and arms sore.

You hadn’t even heard the yell of your name with a barrage of many pairs of foot steps behind you until a pair of arms encased your body, trapping you arms in the hold forcing you to stop your motions.

“My gods, what happened? Y/N? Are you hurt? No no stay awake.”

Aemond swallowed your body with his, taking you away from the scene to the other side of the room. Your whole body was limp and you couldn’t do anything anymore. You couldn’t see past your tears that kept flowing and flowing, sobbing into Aemonds chest and grabbing onto his clothes to anchor yourself to him.

“Shhhh, let’s get you away from here…”

Aemond repositioned you so he could pick you up bridal style, you buried your head back into his chest to cover your sight to anything that would affirm that all this was reality. Time didn’t exist in this moment; this could’ve happened within seconds. Minutes. Hours. You would be none of the wiser…

You exhausted all your energy by now. Whatever the bird thing was, vomiting, murder, and sobbing until your throat hurt, had exhausted you to the point where all it took was Aemonds racing heartbeat to oddly lull you to sleep.

Gods be damned…

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: Girl time Girl time

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Chapter 6: Lone Wolf amongst Dragons, Lions, and Stags

You and Aemond had entered the banquet hall with arms connected and he guided you to the head of the long table with many of nearby lords who had come to swear to Aegon who had sat at its head. The last time you’d seen Aegon, Aemond still had two eyes, he looked disheveled and drunk to high hell and food hadn't even been served yet.

This man, no, this boy was not fit to be king…

Sat on the left and right of Aegon was Otto and Helaena, Helaena looking as radiant as you remember, even staring off into space as you remember her doing normally as children she’s still immaculate. Otto was there too you suppose.

Next to Helaena was Alicent, wearing her usual Green and Gold ensemble. Next to Otto were 2 empty seats, which was of course for you and Aemond.

Most of the guests had already arrived and taken their places. You could feel their eyes burning into you as you walked with Aemond along the table to take your seats.

You had rarely dined with so many people before, you normally ate all meals by yourself in your room, feeding leftovers to Snow and Smoke.

Even when you did eat in the dining hall you sat at separate tables from Cregan and his wife, sitting with them would just cause an argument you couldn’t win. Occasionally you were forced to attend banquets with Cregan so he could show you off to other lords of the North as a suitable bride.

Perhaps that’s why you were clinging to Aemond like a lost child like you had as children. Aemond pulled out your chair for you and pushed you in before taking his own seat next to you. He sat across from his mother so that means you were sat across Jason Lannister, you wouldn’t have been able to guess who he was exactly if he had not been wearing lion motifs.

Your hands were folded tightly in your lap, not sure where to rest them. No one here was from the North, you were the only one. Not that you expected them to be, the North goes where the Lord of Winterfell goes.

Now you sit, a Lone Wolf amongst Dragons, Lions, and Stags. You don’t know why your reality was hitting you right in this moment, of where you were and how you got here.

You sat in colors that weren’t yours. A dress that wasn’t yours. With people that weren’t yours.

Is this the price to be free?

Would this be the freedom you were hoping for?

You were broken out of thought by a hand on your clothed thigh, it was Aemonds of course. Thumb caressing gently as he leaned in.

“Are you alright? We can go back if this is too much for you.”

“No no! It’s alright, I'm fine, it’ll be fine.”

Aemond hums and leans back into his chair but does not move his hand. You scan your gaze across the room looking to see any, any familiar face. But there were none, none that mattered to you anyway. Aemond was engaged in a conversation with his Grandsire, Alicent was trying to pull Aegon out of his cups lest he drown in them.

All eyes seem to be preoccupied.

Besides one pair.

Helaena gazes at you underneath her eyelashes, you aren’t sure what emotion she’s feeling right now. She twirls her food on her fork slowly before opening her mouth.

“A Winged Wolf sees four cornered Dragons but she cannot save them all.”

You were caught off guard to say the least, what did that mean? Before you could think of a response Aegon drunkenly cut you off.

“Gods, you’ll scare the girl all the way back to Winterfell with your ramblings before I can even get a good look.”

Aegon slurred before downing his whole cup of wine back and relaxing back in his chair after his drunken outburst. The ones of you close enough to hear were knocked silent by his flurry of comments.

Helaena sunk back into her chair, embarrassed by Aegon shutting her down.

You felt terrible for Helaena for such a mistake of a husband, she deserved greater than what she’d been given in this life. She’s a Queen now is she not? And this is the respect she gets from those around her?

Aegon's ramblings made Aemond grip your thigh tighter with rage, he didn’t think he would have to keep an eye on Aegon. He had his whores and booze, how dare he make comments to you and at the same time disgrace his sister, his wife at the same time.

Without thinking you stood up, the squeak of your chair making the people around you turn to look. Shit. You’d done this without thinking, but you felt what you wanted to do.

Swiftly, as if your legs didn’t ask permission from your mind to move, you move around the table to Heleana’s seat. You bowed down a little to her level and held your hand out for her to take.

“Would you like some fresh air my Queen?”

———-

“Sometimes I forget that I am Queen… No one calls me such.”

“That’s blasphemy! You are the most Queenly looking woman the mother has bestowed upon the realm.”

“You are too kind really, I could say the same about you Y/N. You carry yourself in such a way, even when we were children.”

“You flatter me too much Helaena.”

You and Helaena stood by the balcony, the cool air feeling nice on your heated skin. It was far more humid than Winterfell so a nice breeze was exactly what you needed.

“… Hel, what exactly did you mean by what you said earlier?”

“Oh, well, nothing really. I just do that sometimes. Don’t worry yourself over it”

She smiled at you, you suppose you wouldn’t push it bc it was Helaena of course. She doesn’t have an ill bone in her body so you’ll take her word for it.

“Do you wanna see something fun? I brought my sword with me, the only thing I brought!”

“Really? The boys would really like that, Jaehaerys has taken an interest in swordsmanship…”

“I’ll bring my sword by later tonight and I can let him and Maelor take turns holding it!”

You link arms with Helaena pulling her close, you were excited to finally have another woman to chat with around your age. You didn’t have anyone to talk to when you weren’t with Aemond occasionally. Definitely not any other girls. You think Helaena would feel the same way.

“Y/N? My Mother suggested I should show you to your personal chambers early. Sorry to steal her from you, sister.”

“No worries Brother, she’s your wife. I’ll be seeing her later anyway.”

You and Helaena share a tight hug before she returns to the banquet hall leaving you with Aemond. He gives you a questioning look.

“I haven’t seen her in almost a decade, Aemond, I just want to get to know at least one other girl my age.”

“Very well, No judgment here. Maybe I just want you all to myself, hm?”

——————

Aemond held onto you posessively as he guided you to your personal chambers. As if you would fly away if he’d loosen his grip any further.

“You won’t be living in the room for long, Mother just thought it would be inappropriate for us to be sleeping in the same bed while unwed”

A smug smile creeped up on your face.

“Hm? Is your mother worried for you, or for me? Because the last I remember you couldn’t even control your hunger hundreds of feet in the air. Perhaps she knows how twisted you are?”

“Watch yourself, you’re only safe for so long. Once the gods make it official it would take 500 men to pry me off of you as I take you on the sept floor.”

He dug his hand into the fabric of your waist and pressed his nose into the side of his head pressing your body against his where you felt something hard pressing against your ass. Your face turned bright red as you suppressed the moan bubbling , you didn't know this Aemond, so depraved and you liked it…

Once you and Aemond reached your temporary room he wasted so little time he almost forgot to open the door first. His lips pressed into yours in a mush of teeth tongue and spit. Dry humping into each other giving small bits of pleasure but never enough.

“I can’t, I need to taste the real thing.”

Aemond picks you up by your waist and throws you down onto the bed and is under your skirts before you even processed you were thrown down to the bed.

“Aemond! Mmph~!”

“Gods, you sit there all dinner in this sinful fucking dress. I’m gonna absolutely devour you.”

Aemond rips your underwear open and helps himself to your cunt. Holding your thighs open and digging his tongue into your folds, giving you no mercy.

He grasps and pulls at your hips forcing you deeper into his tongue, all you can do is pull at the bedsheets and whine.

“Aem- please I can’t! Gods have mercy-“

Your hips moved on their own, your clit rubbing against Aemonds nose as his tongue was buried in your walls. You could feel your peak approaching rapidly, he was eating you out like a man starved and deprived.

He’s wanted you like this all his life, he’s never stopped thinking about you. He begged and pleaded with everyone he could when he was a boy to let them have you, but he’s a man now. So he took you as he wanted you, and asked no one.

Your cunt was like ambrosia to him, he wanted this so fucking badly. He was so dehydrated and his grip on your hips was like he was scared someone would take you away at this very moment.

“Aemond please I’m not going to make it! I’m I’m-!”

Your head snapped back and your eyes rolled back as you hit your limit and your legs trapped Aemonds head in place, not that he was going to stop of course. His tongue unstopping takes you through the rest of your high.

He came up from your core with pupils wide with desire and his mouth glistening with your juices. He says nothing before he jumps up and attacks your neck. You yelp at your own sensitivity being attacked and he all but tears your dress off your form.

He starts unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock, you surprisingly have never seen it before.

“Aemond you know I can’t-“

“Your thighs aren’t off limits, you little tease.”

Aemond spits into his hand and rubs his length sensually. Moving into position squeezing your thighs shut around his cock. Aemond shutters at the sensation, being right up against your cunt but not being able to enter you.

“You are eating this up aren’t you? Can you feel what you do to me? Huh? Fuck-“

Aemond starts to move his hips at a feral pace, his forehead pressed to yours. This is the first time his cock feels the softness and the warmth of your body. His movements cause you overstimulation making you whimper and whine under him.

“Please Aem, I’m all yours! I love you so much!”

Aemond was so pent up he didn’t last long between your thighs, the compression, the warmth. He came between your legs with a shutter of his hips, pumping absentmindedly until they gave out on him.

“I love you too!”

You both laid there panting and catching your breaths, wrapped in each other's arms. Aemond pulled out of your thighs and you both winced at the sensation.

“That’s a preview for our wedding night, believe me.”

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence. (More to be added)

Notes: Some plot, as a treat.

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Chapter 5: The Queen Mother

By the time Aemond arrived back in Kings Landing the sun had just barely begun to break. The stars and moon are still clearly visible, the air cool and breezy. Your sleeping form leaning on him for support, Aemond maneuvered you off of Vhagar making sure you didn’t fall or hit your head on anything.

Aemond adjusted you so he was carrying you Bridal style, you were a surprisingly heavy sleeper, sleeping through the rest of the flight and the rest of the way through to the entrance of the keep.

The first person of importance to greet Aemond was his mother, she must’ve been woken up by the sound of Vhagar as she was still in her night clothes. She was basically sprinting to Aemond, noticing your form bundled in his arms, head snuggly pressing to his chest.

“Aemond! What happened? Is she alright?!”

Alicent reached out and touched your head brushing stray hairs out of the way to glance for injuries.

“Relax mother, she was just exhausted, I’ll lay her down in my chambers.” Aemond picked up his pace having come down from his adrenaline rush and coming to reality of what he’d done.

“Then I trust everything is settled in the north? What about Storm’s end? Aemond? Aemond!”

Alicent chased after her son, his strides out pacing hers but she only ran faster to the boy. She quickly went from joyed for her son's return to dread weighing her heart down. Aemonds silence only told her the worst had happened.

“Lord Boros has declared for Aegon with the promise of Daeron marrying one of his daughters.”

Aemond stated plainly, wanting to at least lay you down first before informing his mother of his sins.

“And Lord Cregan has done so as well? He’s declared for Aegon for you marrying Y/N correct? That’s why you have her? Because we have the support of the North? Aemond don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Aemond remained quiet, only continuing to carry your body up through the keep. Finally reaching his chambers, guards opened the doors swiftly for the young Prince and allowed the Queen Mother to enter as well, closing the doors behind her.

If this were any other situation, she would’ve scolded Aemond for trying to put you in his own chambers, as you were unmarried.

He placed you down onto his bed, softly and carefully stripping your heavy coat and boots, tossing them carelessly to the side. Aemond covered your form with a blanket off to the side and he stood straight and turned to his mother who stood there speechless and waiting terrified for an answer.

“Lucerys and Jacaerys are dead.”

————

You shifted and turned in your bed, your room feeling much warmer than it should be. Still too groggy and tired to open your eyes you groaned and shifted hoping to find a cooler spot.

You had the most peculiar dream ever, Aemond was there, oh he felt so real… then he killed Jacaerys… all for you, that was the part that had tilted the whole thing on its head.

The mattress weighed down behind you and you felt a presence behind you. Snow and Smoke were allowed on the bed so you didn’t think much of it, however they preferred the cold stone floor on their heavy fur.

“Wake up my sleepy girl, you’ve missed lunch already.” A deep familiar voice hummed behind you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and caressing your shoulders. Your eyes snapped open and your whole body jolted up to meet an all too familiar one eyed face. Your heart felt as though it was going to explode, that dream, it wasn’t a dream. It was real, this was your reality now.

You weren’t in Winterfell anymore, you were in King’s Landing in what you remember to be Aemonds chambers. As children you’d sneak into Aemonds room to be alone, of course you weren’t allowed to be alone in his room as boy and girl so you had to take the secret passages.

“Aemond- I- so it wasn’t a dream?”

“Do you normally have dreams like that?”

Not turned away by your sudden freak out, purred into your neck. Referring to your more intimate moment, not seeming to care about the event that had occurred right before that.

“Does that mean, is Jacaerys-“

“Did you care for the bastard that much? Bringing him up while I’m right here?” Aemond said rhetorically his movements became more aggressive, he nipped at a sensitive part of your neck that you didn’t know you had making you yelp.

“I sent for an array of accommodations not too long ago, so we have a little spare time to ourselves. You’ll be a very busy woman soon enough, I’ll have to make up for lost time now.”

Aemond softly caressed your clothed body, he truly didn’t want to give you time to have a coherent thought with all this attention. You moved away from him slightly needing a moment to catch your breath and get his thoughts out.

“Aem please. What about my brother? Cregan isn’t going to just let me go, the north- mmph…”

Aemond didn’t let up his siege on your neck, pinning your hips down to the mattress to prevent you from trying to squirm away from him in sensitivity. Why wasn’t he taking this more seriously like he didn’t, in the eyes of everyone else, kidnap a Lady of a great house.

“Shh. Soon you’ll have my child heavy in your womb and the lords will have no other option but to surrender if they wish for House Stark to continue on. Cregan has been married for how long? With no heir? Won’t be hard to convince them… I’ll keep you tied with your legs up if I damn have to, my sweet.”

Aemond rambled on for quite some time as he caressed and stroked your body. If he had any less of a mind he’d strip you bare and let the entire keep hear you as he made it known that the north would have an heir soon. However, he loved you too much for that, he wanted it to be perfect because that’s what you deserved as his soon-to-be Lady Wife, he’d wait moons just for your wedding night. Though he’d rather not

He would’ve attempted to go further if he was not cruelly interrupted by the same things he had sent for. Maids with a metal bathtub and fresh clothes, along with some fresh fruits.

Aemond pulled you up from his cushioned bed, handing you over to the maids to get you ready for whatever he had planned for the rest of your day.

“I’ll come back for you when you’re ready, love.”

Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and he left you to the maids.

“My Lady? Do you need help taking your clothes off?”

——————

The air smelt sweet and warm, finally allowing yourself to relax in the warm water. Muscles relaxing and untightening, the maids washing your hair out with soap and oils. They left you to soak in the warm water for a little longer.

After a few minutes of being alone in peace a quiet ladylike knock came and right after the floor opened slightly and Lady Alicent maneuvered her way through the small crack to let herself in without allowing the chance of anyone to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Alicents appearance surprised and shocked you, it seems she knew you were in the bath by how she entered. You wondered what must’ve been so important that she needed to see you now.

“Queen Alicent! I wasn’t aware you were coming, if I was I wouldn’t have been in the bath for so long-“

“Shh sweet girl, we are both ladies here.”

Alicent pulled up one of the wooden chairs by the fireplace up to the side of your tub. She placed her slender hand on your shoulder, rubbing her thumb back and forth on your damp skin.

“I wanted to talk to you without Aemond over your shoulder. I’m surprised he left you to bathe alone.”

“I don’t believe I understand?”

“Why are you here? Surely you didn’t come to King's Landing with no wants or desires? Tell me.”

Alicents words made you nervous. Did she think you had ulterior motives? That your purpose was malicious? The way she rubbed your arm made you feel trapped, afraid. You were naked and small and she was clothed in expensive materials and sat above you. You may have been a lady of a great house but she was the Queen, now Queen Mother.

You were far too intimidated to start thinking of lies.

“My Lady, I shall be fully honest with you, as you are a mother yourself. Cregan is…he’s sterile, he cannot have any children of his own. As he doesn’t want to be remembered as incompetent, he is going to force me to give up my children and pass them off as his own. I could not watch that happen, and I know Aemond wouldn’t allow it to happen. Please my Lady you have to believe me, I love Aemond more than anything and when he gave me the opportunity to-“

Alicent softened her gaze and pushed her thumb over your lips to tell you to silence yourself. It was the full truth, truly. A small sincere smile creeped onto her face, she cupped your cheek softly like you were a small animal wiping the few stray tears that fell down your face during your ramble.

“It’s okay now, Cregan can’t and won’t be able to get to you any longer. Men are cruel and selfish beings, I understand that more than most. You’re lucky to have Aemond.”

Her words felt sincere and real, you felt like a weight had been lifted off you. Being able to finally say it out loud made it real and someone believed you. You had never told Aemond of the full details of this, not sure what he would have done if he knew these details.

“I’m extremely glad to have you here as a permanent member, it becomes… lonely being surrounded by Valerian faces at all times.”

“Thank you my Lady, I hope I can live up to your image of me…”

You both soaked in this softer moment, forgetting about your lack of decency at the moment. A knock breaking the silence, the maids have come back to get you dressed and ready. Immediately noticing Alicent and making a small panic out of it.

“Oh! My Lady Alicent! If we were aware you were visiting we would have had the Lady Y/N dressed! Apologies.”

“No no, I had taken an unplanned detour before the council meeting. I should be headed there right about now, I must take my leave now. I look forward to having dinner with you tonight sweet girl.”

Alicent rubbed your shoulder one last time before making her exit. The interaction had put you at ease, but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel something off in the air that made your stomach feel wrong. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly.

You must enjoy the short peace you receive before you start going places you shouldn’t go.

—————

The maids dressed and clothed you, you weren’t sure whose dress this was. It was a Targaryen red, off the shoulder with long droopy sleeves and a deep V cut, with lots of gold accents and a black and gold cape that chained itself around your neck to keep it in place.

“Lady Alicent had sent this for you to borrow for the outfit my Lady.”

One of the older maids, one that could be trusted to hold such priceless jewelry, held it out in its box to show the piece to you before putting it into place. It was a beautiful golden necklace with an assortment of rubies mingled into the dangling gold pieces. Your hair had been done up and braided, what you would expect for your first dinner of this kind, presenting yourself as an ally.

The door had opened without a knock presenting your love, Aemond, to the room. He definitely took your state in, scanning the tight and low fabrics around your form. You definitely don’t make this waiting thing easy for him.

“You look immaculate, my love, if we were alone I would’ve tore that off of you and taken you as you were, shall we?”

Aemond kissed your check, moving his head to caress your earlobe and whispering depravity into your mind, then as if nothing happened he held his arm for you to take which you did swiftly. Your face dusted red at his lack of filter and lots of promises.

He guides your steps down the winding halls of the keep. It had been years at this point since you’d been here last, some sense of familiarity sticking with you. You held onto Aemond closely subconsciously, it has been so long you just want to be as close as possible to him.

He could protect you from anything but not if you were away from him.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: Finally getting to the spicy stuff 😈, also, sorry. 🫣

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Chapter 4: A Bastards End

Your heart was racing, maybe it was the adrenaline rush of fleeing from your home, maybe it was reuniting with the love of your life, or maybe it was riding on a fucking winged beast for the first time in your life.

OR it could be that you are being chased by another dragon, while riding on a dragon, while reuniting with the love of your life, while fleeing from your home. It’s really up to interpretation.

Aemond held you close and snug to his form, his arms wrapped around your waist holding Vhagars reigns at the same time. If you had been in any other situation it would have been a far more intimate moment.

Jacaerys was catching up more swiftly then you would have expected, the size and age of his dragon allowed him to fly through the air with ease. You clung to Aemond with dear life, had he not been wearing a jacket you would’ve broken skin. The air felt as though it would cut through your skin, barely being able to keep your eyes open.

“Close your eyes issa jorrāelagon, I’d do anything to keep you safe” Aemond pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and held you tighter as he pulled on the reins to guide Vhagar higher into the sky, a loud roar piercing the air as Vhagar followed his directions. You did as he said, shutting your eyes as the water droplets in the clouds nipped at your cheeks, he was the one controlling the beast after all. my love

“Aemond! There is no need for war! Cease this!”

Jacaerys yelled as loud as he could, the wind cutting out parts of his speech for Aemond to seek reason. He wasn’t aware that a war had already been started, that Lucerys and his dragon had been cut out of the sky by Vhagar.

Aemonds eyes narrowed and darkened, he rode the Queen of Dragons, how dare a bastard with such a minuscule dragon tell him what to do. He could do to Jacaerys what Vhagar had done to his younger brother. Who would check him? No one.

….

Dracarys

That’s all that it would take

No

A bastard didn’t deserve a true dragonriders death

Is he really willing to go this far, again? With you right here nonetheless? If Jacaerys drove him to it he just might have to, you’d forgive him. Wouldn’t you?

Vermax was getting too close for Vhagars comfort, she was not a beast to be toiled with. The smaller dragon was already not at peak performance with the beast's hate of the cold.

“Fall back Bastard! Do not tempt me!”

Aemond has a sadistic grin on his face, wanting the boy to provoke him, test his limits. The adrenaline in his veins made him oblivious and uncaring to the ramifications of his actions should he continue.

Aemond gripped Vhagars ropes even harder, his knuckles turning white at the pressure.

Yet, Jacaerys refused to back down for whatever reason. He’d already come this far. The Aemond he knew as children would never kill in such an unfair circumstance. Unfortunately for Jacaerys, Aemond was all grown up now, and he’d grossly underestimated Aemond and how he had changed.

His attempt to call Aemonds bluff would spell doom in blood.

Vhagar had randomly slowed down, causing Vermax to speed in front of her, a calculated move. It was as though, for a moment, Aemond and Vhagar were connected mentally, they understood what they wanted and needed.

As you opened your eyes everything moved in slow motion, you watched as the Queen of Dragons clamped her jaw down into the smaller dragon, crushing the young Prince down with it. A short lived screech left the small beast's mouth before becoming nothing, a small drop of blood slapped itself across your cheek. The Gods were cruel, but man was crueler.

Your body felt weightless, your eyes dilated, your bones fell apart. You’d caused this, you chose to go with him. Did you really have a choice though? Was this your fault? Would anyone else have done something differently if they were you? Did you care?

You were weighted back down to reality by a hand snaking its way under your coat and cupping your breast with a bruising grasp, and a set of lips attacking your neck with teeth mixed into the attack.

“Aemond-? This, this isn't-“

“Silence.”

Aemond shut down any and all comments from you. His adrenaline at its peak, could only be sated in one and only one way. The gloved hand gripping your breast trailed its way down your clothed stomach and abruptly yanked up the first of your dress, exposing your small clothes to the cold winter air causing you to squirm in Aemonds grasp.

“The things I’m willing to do for you issa jorrāelagon, the thing I do to keep you safe. All to reunite with you, but most importantly, to reunite with this.”

Aemond purred into your ear, his breath on the sensitive skin of your ear causing shivers to run down your whole body. His leathered hand shooting into your small clothes and cupping your womanhood, your free hand weakly grabbing at Aemonds arm, the cold leather of his glove making it hard to resist.

“Here Aemond? Please we are- mphn-!“ Your eyes rolled back in your skull as his middle and ring fingers traced cold circles on your sensitive clit.

You couldn’t close your legs due to riding atop Vhagar so you had to sit there and take Aemonds sweet abuse.

“I fucking killed him for you, you liked that huh? You like the control you have over me? It makes you so fucking wet.”

Aemond said into your ear while nibbling and biting the lobe, leaving you no spare time to even think about the events that had just unfolded and repercussions of such. The wind slapping you in the face as Vhagar sped up from her own adrenaline rush that she shared with her rider.

“Aemond that’s not-!”

His fingers filled you abruptly, cutting off all thoughts you had. Your breath caught in your throat and flicked your head onto his shoulder as he continued his assault on your walls hundreds of feet in the air. His fingers are thicker than anything you’ve had before, the thick leather of his gloves only filling you up more. His digits quickly found the spot that made you grind your over sensitive clit into the palm of his hand bringing you closer to the edge you couldn’t control.

“Gods, maybe I should land right now and bend you over, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling you with all my sons. I’ll see to it that we have more children then Jaehaerys and Alysanne.”

Aemonds lust filled ramblings only fueled your own and you reached your peak with faster and faster velocity.

“Please, my love… Winterfell and the Iron Throne will be theirs. And ours.”

“Seven hells you are a scheming woman, all while you’re gonna cum on my hand like a whore.”

Aemond smiled into your ear and sped up his own movements in his attack on your trembling form. Your body tightening and becoming stiff as you let out cries and whimpers as you came eagerly, the grasp you had on Aemonds arm could almost be great enough to cut off blood flow.

However Aemond didn’t stop or remove his hand as you came down, bringing you to overstimulation and your body squirmed to get him to cease this assault.

When he finally pulled his hand out of your small clothes he put the leather in his mouth slurping up your juices greedily. You watched him with heavy eyes that only increased in weight by the minute, coming down from your high and adrenaline rush made you become oh so tired.

“Rest my love, we will be home soon.”

Aemonds words comforted you as you allowed yourself to rest for the remainder of the flight.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence. More tags will be added as we go on

Notes: I’m posting chapters 2 and 3 back to back so don’t forget to read chapter 3 when you’re done with this one!

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Chapter 2: Dumb Brother, Dumb Chair, Dumb Fist

As the guards opened the doors to allow the young prince passage into the gates of Winterfell you found yourself needing to move your gaze lower, instead of straight silver strands you were met with slightly unkempt brown hair, and no striking violet eyes just ones that were the same color as his hair. This wasn’t Aemond Targaryen? But he still had a dragon?

Your face was covered in confusion unsure what to say without embarrassing yourself. The young man in front of you cleared his throat and straightened his back. “I am Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Lady Stark. I have come on behalf of my mother Queen Rhaenrya to meet with Lord Stark.”

Oh? Oh. You hadn’t seen any of the Velaryon boys since you were extremely young, you hadn’t even recognized Jace even with the dragon.

“It’s lovely to make your acquaintance again my Lord, as Cregan's sister, allow me to take you to meet him.” You said with a smile and a curtsey trying to not let your disappointment at his sudden appearance show. He nodded and you led the way to the throne room, guards at either side of the two of you as you walked.

You hadn’t even thought about the Prince's words until right this moment, ‘Did he say Queen Rhaenrya? But that couldn’t be, that would have to mean…’

“The expression on your face speaks loudly Lady Stark, yes, my Grandfather, King Viserys, has passed away. That is why I have come to Winterfell.” Jacaerys said in a soft voice as he only wanted it to be heard by you. Shivers ran up your body at the admission, so it was true, Viserys was really dead.

“My deepest condolences my Prince, King Viserys was a great king. I’m sure Queen Rhaenrya will do her service to the realm with grace.” You spoke with wavering confidence, your mind could only race with thoughts of what’s to come. As a woman yourself, you knew many lords would never allow a woman to lead a House let alone sit the Iron Throne if they could give it to a man instead.

The two of you had reached the doors to the throne room far too soon for your liking not wanting to see your brother so soon after your argument still fuming.

The guards that had accompanied the both of you grabbed the handles of the door and opened them for the both of you to enter. Just as you had left him earlier, your dumb brother seated on his dumb chair in the same dumb position head resting on his dumb fist. Making eye contact with you for a brief moment before looking to Jace. You’d noticed his wife Arra seated at the table to the right of the seat,embroidering. You and Arra never talk, you believe she thinks herself better than you. Sees you as only a mare that will fix her lack of children that she’ll never have to bare herself.

Cunt

“Thank you Lady Stark, I appreciate your guidance very much, otherwise I’m sure I would’ve gotten lost.” Jace turns to you with a chuckle, taking your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles. Pink dusted your cheeks for a few moments, just caught off guard by the motion. “It was my pleasure, my Prince, now if you excuse me.” You turn to make your leave holding your breath needing to get away as soon as humanly possible.

‘Why was Jacaerys here? Why would he need to come here to tell Cregan of Viserys, were Ravens not fast enough? Why did it have to be now? Does everyone know something and not telling me?’ You spiral at your thoughts, face down staring at your hands picking at the skin around your nails, tears stinging at the edge of your eyes not knowing what to do now.

“My Lady?”

You jump suddenly at a hand that touches your shoulder, brought out of your scattered thinking. Oh, it was just a maid is all. “I I’m Sorry, what did you say?” All you could say, embarrassed that someone caught you distracted like this. “I asked if you would like to eat dinner in your chambers tonight, my Lady.” She said with a somewhat worried look on her face.

“Yes, I would um, I would like that.” You’d fully forgotten about eating, today had been a lot as it is, eating was the last thing you thought of. As soon as the maid bowed to you and went on her merry way you bolted down the halls. Slamming the wooden doors behind you pressing your back to the door as you sink down to the floor with a heavy whine wiping tears from your cheeks.

Met with two cold noses pressing into your face you would’ve been knocked over if you weren’t already on the floor, the last of your current joys left. Two Dire Wolves that became attached to you about 2 years ago when you found them as pups, were basically full grown by now. Nothing compared to Targaryen’s and their dragons but you wouldn’t trade them for 100 dragons. You had always felt a special connection to animals of all kinds, much felt different than how you felt around people.

Snow and Smoke were their names because Snow was pure white and Smoke was pitch black. You give both of them soft kisses on the forehead and scratches behind the ear feeling all of your worries and anxieties melt away. Failing to notice a very obvious figure stalking around your chambers.

“And none for me? After I came all this way...”

Aemond.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence. More tags will be added as we go on

Notes: Finally posting the long chapters! I hope to have chapter four out by Monday or sooner!

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Chapter 3: Vows, Goodbyes, and Promises

“And none for me? After I came all this way...”

Aemond.

Your head snapped up to make eye contact with a purple eyed shadow, illuminated by soft candle light. He only stood there as you stumbled up from the floor, tripping over yourself and your hounds.

If you were any stronger you would’ve knocked Aemond right to the floor on his ass, not that he would’ve minded.

No words were exchanged, no words needed to be. It had been, what, years? Since you’ve last seen each other? Since you’ve been allowed to see each other? Your lips melted together in a mess of lip tongue and teeth. You didn’t even have half a mind to ask how he even got up here.

Aemonds hands caressed the warm dark fur of your coat dipping his hands under the material and wrapping one arm around your waist guiding you up against a stone wall and the other going to caress your cheek. Your hands entangled themselves in his silver locks which would normally be nice and soft but at this moment they were unkept and tangled as though they'd dried from rainwater. He smelt of Dragon, not that you could really critique him. He was here wasn’t he?

You two got rougher with each passing moment as if you both feared either one of you would disappear. Getting frustrated with fabric on fabric friction, you reach down to his pants in an attempt to free Aemond from his confines. You two have never attempted to go this far, it just felt so right, it was a primal reaction.

Only for Aemond to stop you by pulling away and holding your face still with both of his hands to prevent you from chasing his lips. His one eye staring deeply into your pair, noses almost touching.

“I’m sorry my love but I fear we do not have the time.”

You were half listening still attempting to reconnect your lips, Aemond is so warm and being away from him like this felt as though you were thrown north of the wall for a year. You were so cold without him.

“Gods Aemond, I need you” You move your hands down from Aemonds hair to grasp onto his coat in hopes to reconnect. Aemond holds your face in place more aggressively bringing you out of your foggy state.

“Y/N you need to listen to me. I don’t have time, We don’t have time. I came here to take you to King’s Landing, I said we’d get married in the future didn’t I? That’s what we promised.”

Marriage. That’s why he was here, you’d come to terms by now it was just some childish promise that you’d marry Aemond one day. But, here he is. Telling you that it is true. You couldn’t believe Cregan would ever truly allow this.

“Do you Jest with me Aemond? You asked my brother? Did you come with Jacaerys-“

“Jacaerys is here?”

Aemonds eyes darkened sharply, you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what emotion he was dealing with. Whatever it was, your previous excitement was warring off and reality started seeping in.

“Well yes, I walked him to my brother not too long ago-. Wait, how exactly did you get in here Aem?”

There’s no way Aemond came through the front gates. You surely would’ve known if he had come that way, he would have been meeting Cregan right this moment if he had. Guards would never allow a man into the chambers of a young lady.

Aemond said nothing, trying to gauge your current emotions to give you an answer that wouldn’t scare you off.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears, something wasn’t right about the air of the room. The adrenaline of seeing Aemond was slowing down, allowing you to come back to your senses

Needing an answer to calm your nerves you pressed on. “Aemond. What are you doing he-“

“I killed Lucerys.”

Cold blood rushed through your bones. Aemond closed in on your body, pressing you further into the stone wall.

He towered over you, you became a small pup and he was a dragon closing in on his prey. You should run, hide, scream, call to Snow and Smoke, anything; but you stood there and did nothing.

Aemond could feel you cowering into his touch and could sense your wolves behind him becoming alert to your stress.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear to you my love. I was in Storm’s End and I- Vhagar she- she was provoked and there wasn’t anything I could do.”

“I can’t hide you here Aemond if that’s what you ask of me. If Cregan heard-“

“Aegon is King. There is a war coming and I won’t allow you to stay here knowing I’d never see you again. The seven kingdoms are going to break apart and the North will not side with Aegon- I-, please, Y/N, my love. I will answer any and every question you have, but I need you to come with me now.”

Aemond pressed his forehead to yours in a show of affection. You tried to take in this information the best you could but, what? Aegon is king? Rhaenyra is Queen now isn’t she? Breaking apart? Aemond sounded like a man gone mad, did you trust him? Why else would Jacaerys if Aemond was telling the truth? He was right then, you would never see him again, not if you didn’t go with him right now. What else do you have here? Stay and be a brood mare to some cunt or go with Aemond and have a chance at something better.

You take a deep breath in, and breathe out. “This is a lot, Aemond, but I will trust you. Just give me a moment with them…”

Aemond let out a heavy sigh as though he’s been holding his breath for years and gave you a deep soft kiss. He let you go and moved to the side back into the shadows that your candlelight didn’t reach. “You won’t regret this, my beloved.”

You walked over to your greatest loves, crouching down to their level. This was the right choice, you’d see them again. It would just be a while for them to find you again, still, your heart broke a little. It had always felt that they could read your mind, knew what you wanted and what they had to do. You said nothing for you knew that they knew. You rose back up, walked for the door and peaked your head out to the guard standing out.

“Excuse me? Could you guide Snow and Smoke out of the walls? They need to do their business. Now, please.” You said with a smile to the guard, with only a nod and a ‘Yes Lady Stark’ he led your children out.

Your heart ached as they looked back to you in farewell, but not for forever.

You shut the wooden door softly, holding the door for a moment with a few deep breaths. You turned back to Aemond who still stood where you left him.

“Can I bring anything with me?”

“I fear no, nothing you can’t carry on your back anyway. Northern clothing wouldn’t be the best in King’s Landing anyway. I will see to it personally that you need and want for nothing, you will have plenty of clothes.”

“Very well. I just have a few things then.”

You went over to your bed stand and grabbed a holstered blade. It was a gift from your father when he was still alive, a Valyrian Steel sword with a Dire Wolf as the pummel, branch and leaf engravings wrapped around the handle and blade. It was the only thing left of him and you’d be damned to leave it behind.

You did one final look around your chambers, you knew that it would be a long time before you had this view again. The metal chandelier covered in melted candle wax, your bed with messily thrown around fur blankets that you didn’t need most of the time with Snow and Smoke warming you up just fine, your fireplace that definitely needed a cleaning soon.

What would become of your chambers now? Would Cregan pretend you had never existed and clear the whole room? Or would he sit in your chair and on your bed praying for you to come back because he had missed you? You fear that this is his problem now.

“Ready to go now my Lady?” Aemond came up behind you wrapping his arms around your torso and kissing the crown of your head.

“Yes, yes I am my Prince”

Aemond took your hand and guided you to the window of which he had entered through in the first place. He’d snuck in with Rope? Interesting.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and his right arm around your waist, he guided the two of you down the stone wall and made your way onto the floor of Winterfell.

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Mirayll was a maid of Winterfell, she did her job as she was told, mainly bringing meals to Lady Stark. She was bringing a tray of Meats, cheeses, and other assortments of things for the Lady to eat for her dinner.

She kicked her foot lightly to the door, with her hands full she couldn’t use them to knock properly. No answer, normal for the Young Lady, probably napping.

Mirayll opened the door with her back to let herself in, she was met with a dead silent room, no wolves, no sound, and most importantly no Lady Stark.

Perhaps she was just taking an evening walk by the Weirwood tree, while odd, not unheard of-

Her eye caught the shine of a metal object on the window of the chambers. Placing the tray on a table by the fireplace she goes to inspect. Her blood runs ice cold when she realizes what has happened.

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Cregan sat at one of the dining room tables in the Throne room with the Prince Jacaerys. In such a short amount of time he’d taken a liking to the young man, having an amazing conversation with the man.

Perhaps if he wasn’t already betrothed to another he would’ve had his sist-

“Please! You have to see Lord Stark immediately! It’s the Young Lady she’s!”

Cregans head immediately shot up at the mention of his sister. ‘What has that girl done now to cause me more trouble’

“Let her in!”

Mirayll stumbled into the throne room immediately walking over to Cregan, she was red and out of breath like she had run all the way here.

“It’s Y/N my Lord! I believe she had run away or been taken! Through her window! There’s a rope-!”

Right as the maid had finished her sentence a roar had pierced through the air and through the skies. That could only mean one thing. There was a Dragon here that was not the young Velaryons…

Cregan didn’t even have time to speak before Jacaerys stood tall from his seat and bolted to the doors screaming only one word.

“Aemond!”

Gods be fucking good.

[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence. More tags will be added as we go on

Notes: This is my first fan-fiction piece ever, I’m excited to finally be posting one! Chapters will start to get longer starting chapter 3!

Chapter 1: A Meeting in Brown

“Aemond!- Aemond!” You yell as you rush into the young silver-haired prince almost knocking him off his feet. You hadn’t seen him for a year by now, not by choice of course. Your father, Rickon Stark, hadn’t allowed you to visit King’s Landing due to a certain event at Driftmark. Sensing the rising tensions and not wanting his children involved. Your father hadn’t told you about a visit from the King to Winterfell especially did not inform you of your young prince tagging along. Finding yourself all but stealing him to get the boy alone.

“Y/N please” Aemond says, pushing you at arm's length away from him, head turned to the side only allowing you to view the right side of his face. Your face scrunched up in confusion trying to move out of his grip to catch his gaze. “Aemond, Look at me.. Aemond!” You raised your voice at his name, slowly growing more and more frustrated by his tough grip and his avoidant gaze.

Aemond snaps, gripping you tighter and forcing you closer to meet his one eyed gaze yelling with growing volume “Look at me then! Look how that bastard maimed me!” A soft gasp had left your lips by force of the sight, was this what had happened at driftmark? One of his nephews had stolen his eye?

All you felt you could do in the moment is attempt to reach up to his face, his grip only allowing you to reach to his jaw. The words you wanted to say to somehow comfort him were caught in your throat, what could you even say to comfort him?

He flicks his head out of your grasp “See? I’m hideous, even you don't look at me the same” he abruptly releases you and turns to leave you. You feel yourself reaching out for him “Wait! That’s not true! I just-“

“You just what! I can’t shoot a bow, I have to relearn how to swing a sword for gods sake! I’ll never even marry now, Lords won't even look at me let alone allow their daughters around me-“

“I’ll marry you then!”

The hall fell still for what felt like hours but was truly only a few moments, your eyes never left Aemonds and his to yours. Aemonds body relaxed, not out of relief but out of something else. “That’s not possible Y/N”

Frustration began to return to claw at your throat, “Why not! You just said that-“

“Your father said no already” Aemond admitted quietly but loud enough to stop you in your tracks he continues “Why do you think I came here? Your father said no and that's all that matters now!” Your noses are centimeters away from touching, there was no need to speak any louder than a whisper to each other.

“Wait for me then” Now having the opportunity to really reach to his face, lightly caressing the scar on his cheek below his eyepatch. “As much as I hate to think about it, My father won’t be around much longer. With Cregan as Lord, I’ll be as free as I can be to marry who I want.” You pause for a moment closing the gap closer between the two of you.

“Come back to Winterfell when that time comes, and ask for me then yourself, as a man” Your lips briefly kiss his cheek coming back to reconnect eye contact.

“As you wish my lady”

“Can I trust you with this Aemond?” Alicent says to her middle son within the confines of her chamber with the sound of the fire eating at wood filling the spaces of silence.

“Borros Baratheon will be more than happy to wed one of his daughters to Daeron, I have no doubts you will be able to secure their support.” Alicent stands from her chair to be more level with Aemond. “However the Starks, They stand true to their words even if they aren’t the one who had said them. I understand you and the Young Lady Stark, Y/N, have an affinity for each other, there’s no doubt of that. But you will also have to convince Lord Cregan that he is making the right choice.”

“You can put your faith in me mother, I will leave for Storm’s End on the marrow then make my way North to Winterfell. I shall not return empty handed.” Aemond puts it simply.

Aemond certainly will not return empty handed, he will bring you back to King's Landing regardless of the Lord of Winterfell's decision. All that would change is if he got a good rest beforehand. You had waited for each other long enough, he had waited too long and couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow a war to get in the way of his desires any longer. “I won’t let any bastard get in my way, Mother” is the last thing he says before turning to leave.

Aemond made haste to his own personal chambers all but slamming his door, readying to prepare his travel necessities. Soon, soon he will get to hold you and have you as his wife. He was denied more than once for your hand but now he will have it no matter what. Having your brother's support certainly would help the Greens win the war, though he would have no problem taking you from Winterfell himself if push came to shove.

“Y/N please, you’re acting like a child.” Cregan let out a long sigh, patience breaking into threads with every passing moment in your tantrum. “Me? A child? You’re trying to sell me off like a common whore!” You yelled back at your brother, tears streaming down your face and hair sticking to the tears, there was no doubt that multiple guards and maids have heard you by now even in the empty throne room. “You are a Lady! Like it or not, marriage is your duty to not only Winterfell but to-!” Cregan stopped his sentence short to dodge a golden chalice you had attempted to chuck at his head. Silence draped over the room with the last ringing of metal hitting the floor. You and your brother only made eye contact, no words to be exchanged. Your words were caught in your throat to the point where you could do nothing but flee the throne room, wiping your eyes with your hands in an attempt to retain some dignity.

Your heels clicked on the stone floors as you sped walked through the halls to get as far away from anything and everyone. Not knowing where else you could go but the Godswood, everywhere else had too many maids and guards to ask questions and silently judge you. The woods had always brought you peace, no one to accompany your every move, no elder brothers to tell you how to lead your life, nothing. Continuing your walk into the forest pulling your thick fur coat tighter around you, the sun was setting so it was beginning to get colder. You had memorized the walk to the Weirwood far too long ago to the point it was a walk you made without thinking.

As a child you were scared of the face in the tree clinging to your brother as you trembled, laughing to yourself at the memory of taking a seat on one of the roots. Laughter slowly turned back into slow tears remembering what brought you here in the first place. What should you even do, what can you even do? Do you pray to the Old Gods for you to be saved like a fairy tale princess, for Prince Aemond Targaryen to swoop down on Vhagar and whisk you away? You sinfully wonder if the Gods even listen to the prayers of silly girls who didn’t wish to be married away. Maybe they only listen to silly boys who wish for honor and power. You remember watching Cregan pray to the old gods before rising up against your uncle to reclaim his title as Lord of Winterfell. If you prayed as hard as he did that day would you receive glory?

In your frustrations you hadn't realized that you fell asleep on the tree, exhausted from crying and racing thoughts. You had no dreams while you rested, maybe that was a blessing for times to come.

You were jolted awake from the splitting sound of a dragon's wail. This could mean Aemond came after all couldn’t it? Wasting no time you jumped onto your feet and started running to get out of the woods. You felt light, maybe that’s how you were able to run so fast.

Slipping past maids and guards in an attempt to not knock them over as you ran to meet Aemond at the front gates if he hadn’t already made his way to your brother.

Luckily you had made it to the front gates just in time to meet- Aemond?

As the guards opened the doors to allow the young prince passage into the gates of Winterfell you found yourself needing to move your gaze lower, instead of straight silver strands you were met with slightly unkempt brown hair, and no striking violet eyes just ones that were the same color as his hair. This wasn’t Aemond? But he still had a dragon?