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“You’re not a Chambermaid, are you?” - Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mean behaviour from other servants.

Summary: When the usual chambermaid falls ill, Y/N has to step up from her normal role and fill in for her. But when she enters a room to begin her duties, she does not realise that it belongs to a certain one-eyed prince…

Word count: 1876 words

A/N: Hi guys! I’m Rev, and this is my very first time writing, so tips are very much appreciated!! Please reblog if you like it, it would help a lot :) This  is mostly fluff, but if you guys like it I’m more than happy to make another part that's smut or in Aemond’s POV. Words in bold are Y/N’s thoughts, btw. Happy reading!

PART 2 COMING SOON!

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“What? But….but I wasn’t trained for this-”

“Your job is to serve the royal family, Y/N. No matter in what way,” Dorris, your superior says, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Do you think they will care that you are not the usual girl? No. Do you think they will notice that you are a scullery maid? Oh please…”

One of the usual chambermaids fell ill, and they were short on staff, so Dorris decided to volunteer you to step up, without consulting you first. You were panicking though, as you had only worked in the Red Keep for about a month, and only as a scullery maid. Your work consisted of scrubbing the kitchen tops and floors, and taking any waste out, so changing sheets and cleaning chambers was something you were not used to.

“Dorris, I can’t….I’ve never done this befo-”

“Well you will today,” she glares at you. Honestly, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve laughed at how her eyes almost popped out of the sockets and how her lips were pressed in a single line. “…and you will continue until you’re not needed anymore.”

You sigh, not wanting to start a fight. You didn’t want to lose your job, especially not after only working there for such a short time. No matter how much you hated the situation, you were determined to earn some money to send back to your mother and little brother, and so you kept your mouth shut. You take the chambermaid uniform from Dorris’s hand, the clothes being much cleaner than what you were wearing. It would have been weird if a chambermaid had rabbit blood all over her apron, which she certainly did not need for remaking beds.

After changing into your new uniform, you quickly redo your hair in one braid down your back, before leaving the servants quarters to pick up your equipment. In the storage room, you find other chambermaids, dressed the same as you, chatting with each other.  You smile at them, but they just stare and side-eye each other. Okay, rude. You look around for all the things you need and try to balance them in your arms, the others laughing when you keep dropping something.

“Seven hells….where is her basket?” One snickers, looking at the others before glancing at you.

You tried to ignore them, as you grab one of the woven baskets they were mentioning, shoving your supplies in before rushing out the door. Dorris gave you a sheet, well, a badly drawn map by her of the Red Keep, so you could navigate your way around. All the rooms that were circled were the ones you had to tend to, one of them being a very large one by the looks of Dorris’s map. You decide to start with that one, so the biggest would be over and done with by nightfall. As you approach the room, there are two large doors, unlike the other rooms you’ve been to in the Red Keep.  Hmm…odd. You knock three times, but no answer. You knock again, this time, you speak.

“Hello…?…It’s the chambermaid….is anyone inside…?” You twist the doorknob, and to your surprise, it's unlocked. I guess nobody is here so…should I just go? You enter cautiously, not bothering to close the door, looking around the room. Your jaw drops as you take it all in, the room is bigger than any one you have ever seen. You think that even your whole house was smaller than this. There is a large four-poster bed, black sheets and a dark wood frame. Opposite the bed was a table, stacked parchment and books in a pile neatly on it. To the right was a fireplace, one long circular couch in front of it. Every piece of furniture in the room was a shade of black or dark green. You wondered who occupied this room, they must be quite important.

After you finish your observations…and silent jealously, you begin to take the sheets of the bed off, dusting the bed before putting on the new black spread. As you do this though, the sheet isn’t being laid evenly, causing one side to lift off as you pull on the other. You begin to get frustrated, you knew this wasn’t right for you. Stupid Dorris. As more time goes on, you still cannot make the sheets look nice for the life of you. You begin to groan, stomping around like a toddler.

“Seven fucking hells!” You shout out, throwing the sheets off the bed and onto the floor in rage. You aggressively wipe your tears away, not even noticing that you had begun to cry in annoyance.

“Having trouble, are we?” You hear a deep voice behind you, jumping in surprise and snapping around to face the door. There, stood a man, leaning against the doorframe, a faint smirk on his face, like he was trying not to laugh. The long, silver hair that flowed down his shoulders, and the eyepatch were enough to tell you who he was. Prince Aemond. So this was his room. Your eyes were wide, red from the tears, as you scrambled to give him an awkward curtsy.

“M-my Prince….forgive me, for-”

“Entering a prince’s chambers without permission, then taking my sheets and throwing them on the floor, before swearing in my presence?” he cuts you off, this clearly being a game for him. But when he sees your terrified expression, and the way your eyes begin to water, his gaze softens.

“I’m only jesting, my Lady,” Aemond smiles, going over to the sheets that you had thrown on the floor, picking them up and handing them to you. You stare up at him, mouth slightly agape at his towering figure. “Please, take your time,” he says as he walks over to his desk, unstacking the sheets and beginning to read over them. Great, so now he has to watch me fail. As you begin to redo the bed, you see Aemond,  busy writing letters to some lord or whoever the hell princes talk to. Unbeknownst to you, however, the prince can’t help but steal a glance or two up at you, lips curling into a small smirk as he hears you mutter a curse occasionally. When you are practically laying on his bed, trying to get the top right-hand corner of the sheet under the bed, Aemond sighs.

“You’re not a chambermaid, are you?” you can hear the smile evident in his voice, too embarrassed to face him as you continue to look at the sheets.

“…N-no, my Prince…how did you know?…”

“Because chambermaids would have taken five minutes for the whole bed. You, on the other hand, have been stuck on the same corner for half an hour,” he states blankly, leaning back into his chair to watch your embarrassed expression.

“….forgive me-”

“Here,” he stands, making his way to you, his walk a little intimidating. You can’t even seem to process what is happening as he stands behind you, placing his large hands on yours, guiding you on how to properly make the bed. As he explains how to do it, you’re not even focussing, cheeks heating up and breath quickening at the feeling of his warm fingers on your skin. You don’t realise what you are doing, as you close your eyes, inhaling to take in his scent. He smells like pine wood, a slight plum scent lingering. Probably from the pie I had seen being made for his family earlier today. Your thoughts are interrupted when he clears his throat, your eyes shoot open to find the bed being done completely. You look over your shoulder, finding Aemond smirking slightly, clearly having witnessed your little…act. You swallow, throat feeling dry as you try to think of words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Understand now?” he raises his eyebrow, hands still on yours, before you turn around to face him completely.

You nod furiously, you’re certain that you’re blushing like a madman. Aemond chuckles as he walks back to his desk.

“Good. You may now do whatever else needs cleaning.”

You look around to find anything messy you could start with, but you find nothing. Aemond’s room is perfectly spotless, everything neatly placed, no mess whatsoever. You sigh, deciding you will just dust of the furniture slowly, finding that you don’t want to leave. Why face those bitchy girls again when you could be in Prince Aemond’s room?

As more time goes on, you find yourself ‘dusting’ for a while, and by dusting, I mean just staring in awe at Aemond, quickly looking away when he looks at you back. You don’t see the smirk that rests upon his lips as he sees your eyes widen, pretending to clean the same spot on the shelves again. The sun was now setting, the room tinted orange from the windows, as Aemond gets an idea into his head.

“Oh, and…” he looks at you, thinking if you told him your name or not.

“Y/N, my Prince…”

“Y/N…” he repeats slowly, before remembering what he was going to say. “I think I’d like a warm bath before nightfall, would you be a dear and help me? That is if you don’t have more important duties tonight…” he says, eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oh-, not at all, my Prince,” you gulp slowly, leaving the room to get the jugs of hot water, but before you could leave, he speaks.

“I’ll be in this room with the tub, so just come in here when you’re done,” he says, you nod as you leave.

When you come back, your holding two tubs of hot water, going back four times to get more, as you place the jugs outside the door of the room Aemond said he would be in. By the fourth time, you’re certain you have enough, as you knock on the room’s door.

“Come in, Y/N.” Every time he said your name, your heart fluttered. With excitement or nervousness, you didn't know, but you slowly opened the door, your jaw dropping at the scene in front of you. Inside, was a smaller room, a large tub in the middle, Aemond on the side of it. He was standing there, back facing you, his shirt off, making his back muscles visible. He seemed to be in the middle of unbuckling his belt, head looking behind his shoulder before turning around completely. You wanted to act professional, but your eyes were betraying you, wandering down to his toned bare torso, inhaling so you wouldn’t stop breathing. Gods…

“You can pour the water in, Y/N, then we can start.”

We? What does he mean, ‘we’?…He can’t possibly mean…

As much as you loved the sight in front of you…and that you wouldn’t be opposed to seeing…more, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You didn’t know how you would be able to sleep at night without the embarrassing scenario replaying in your head.

“…My Prince, I'm but a scullery maid… I’ve never bathed someone…I'll fetch a more experienced maid-”

“Nonsense. You will stay…I want you to stay.” Your heart stops, half excited, half scared. “Besides, you’ll need someone to teach you if you’re going to be serving me for a while…”

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Thanks for reading!

Rev :)