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Ohhhh, so that’s how he got the scar👀

Someone needs to lock Aemond up for real 😧

Like Him

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⟢summary: Aemond's son Aelyx, is afraid to be like his father now that he has the same scar as him. (He later gets his revenge)

⟢pairing: Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen x Modern! Original Female Character x Original Male Character (Aelyx Targaryen)

⟢warnings: mild gore, mentions of violence, blood and injury, Aemond being a bad father, daddy issues, heavy angst, spoilers to my main story, sad with a happy ending at the end, Spanish words, but its okay cause I translated it.

⟢wc: 2824

⟢gif credit: @notalicent

So do I look like him?

Do I look like him?

-Like Him by Tyler the Creator

Vidalia had been in the nursery when she first heard it.

A loud piercing cry followed by thunderous roar that shook the entire ground. She might’ve thought it were an earthquake, if not for Vidalia recognizing the familiar roar.

Vermithor.

“My lady, there has been an accident in the outer yard.” A maid sheepishly informed as she bowed her head down.

Vidalia’s once playful smile deterred, towards the information. “What accident?” She asked, placing her babe in the arms of her trusted handmaiden.

There had been a stinging sensation in her chest and by the way the timid maid fidgeted with her fingers and kept no eye contact with her, indicated that something bad must’ve happened.

“It’s best you see it for yourself, my lady.”

The maid gave her one last bow before she quickened her steps out of the nursery. Vidalia gave her little babe a kiss on his forehead as she too walked away in the direction to the outer yard.

Along the way, Vidalia sensed the Keep was way too quiet for liking as if everyone else but her, knew what happened and decided to lock themselves in their rooms to spare themselves from her fury.

Her first thought came to be of her second eldest son, Aelyx. Besides herself, Aelyx was one to always cause trouble amongst the Keep. Particularly towards his father whom he showed no fondness of.

Although she often laughed at Aelyx’s pranks, she advised him to be wary of Aemond as he was quick to anger and hated mockery if it were directed at him. Aelyx shrugged her off as usual and Vidalia silently prayed Aemond would not harm her son.

Her path to the outer yard came to be a short one as she spotted her crazed husband pounding on Aelyx’s bedroom door.

“Open the door this instant, taoba!” Aemond bellowed.

Aelyx shouted an angry reply in High Valyrian that she couldn’t quite make out. But she figured it was a mix of curses.

“Please, open the door Aelyx. I’m so very sorry–”

“What happened?!” Vidalia asked, her eyes widening at the blood dripping on the tip of Blackfyre.

Aemond felt the air in his lungs vanish as he came across his wife. He knew that by telling her what happened would ruin things between them further than what they already were.

When she threatened to leave him before, Aemond feared she might actually do so now after the news.

“Mi Vida, you have to believe me. It was a horrible accident in which I am deeply sorry for—”

“What. Did. You. Do?” She cut him off, uncaring for his apologies. Vidalia wanted to get to the root of the problem and she didn’t have time to hear his meaningless words.

She wanted to know what he did to her son.

Aemond’s lips open and closed, unable to conjure up the right words to say to not anger his wife.

But Vidalia only scoffed irritatingly and gently knocked on her son’s door.

“Alex, cariño, soy tu mamá, por favor abre la puerta.” She pleaded in Spanish.

Vidalia had taught all of her children Spanish just as Aemond taught them High Valyrian. It was important to her that they knew the language from their Mexican ancestors even if no one in Westeros spoke the language.

All of her children could speak and write it perfectly. While that made Vidalia proud, she could not help but to feel slightly vexed when Aemond constantly begged to not be kept out of the loop and to be also taught Spanish. Normally, Vidalia would not mind teaching non-Spanish speakers but when it came to her crazed husband she did mind.

The door slightly cracked open and Vidalia took that chance to let herself in. Though, not alone as Aemond used his strength against Aelyx and pried the door wider for him.

“Alex–”

“Aelyx.” Aemond corrected.

Vidalia ignored him, rushing straight to her son’s side where he had been covering his left eye with his hand.

Almost immediately, Vidalia felt a panic attack brewing in.

She saw the blood. The same deep crimson blood that had been on the tip of Blackfyre.

“Show me, cariño.” Vidalia instructed as she kneeled to Aelyx’s shorter level.

Aelyx glanced between his father and mother before he slowly brought his hand away from his wound.

A long and gaping cut had been etched on the left side of his face. From the above his silver brow down to the tip of his cheekbone.

The eye had at the least been spared.

“Dios mío,” she whispered with a gasp.

Aelyx’s lower lip twitched, pouting as he attempted to hold his tears. The young boy knew that the cut had been ugly and horrid; identical to his father’s own scar.

There was a brief moment of silence between them, only the sound of Aelyx’s dragon whimpering in the distance, mimicking his rider’s pain.

Vidalia didn’t fail to notice the way Aelyx moved away from her touch as she tried to examine him.

He was scared.

Her little boy was scared.

A fiery rage suddenly built up inside her so vast that she stood up in all her height and turned to the person who’d been at fault.

“You fucking did this!” Vida exclaimed, hitting Aemond square in the chest so hard he slammed his back on the wall.

The one-eyed prince dismissed the pain, attempting to control his Vida but to no avail he could not.

“It was a lapse in judgement. An accident. And I regret it, I’m so very sorry, mi Vida.” Aemond persisted.

He only wanted to discipline his son after years of not being able to due his wife’s pleadings.

Aelyx had been the most difficult of their children. Often speaking out of turn, not attending lessons with the maesters, pulling pranks on him and his family, and most importantly disobeying his orders.

Like he had done in the outer yard.

Vidalia grabbed Aemond by the shirt of his collar, forcing to look at their injured son. “It is not me you should be apologizing but to Alex!” She hissed like a venomous snake.

Times like this, his wife reminded him of his own mother in Driftmark when she fought and raged to his father over what the Strong bastard had done to his eye.

“He is only just a boy. Our fucking son. You should be protecting him, not hurting him.”

Aemond gulped, glaring at Aelyx who had been crying and holding his eye just like Aemond did those many years ago at Driftmark.

“I’m sorry, Aelyx. Please, my son, you have to forgive me.” Aemond pleaded, keeping eye contact with his son’s brown eyes.

However, Aelyx wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, expression hardening and becoming dark.

“Save your apologies. You’re only ever sorry for putting yourself at risk with mother. But now she sees what you’re capable of,” Aelyx sneered.

Aemond attempted to rebuke this when his wife beat him to it.

“Make yourself useful and grab me my medical bag along with a bowl of clean water. And tell the acolyte Alester to brew milk of the poppy.” Vidalia urged Aemond, letting him go out of her hold.

Without another word, Aemond did as he was told.

—

Vidalia spent a total of three hours stitching Aelyx’s wound. In those three long hours, she tried not to cry seeing her son wince in pain every time the needle went through his delicate flesh.

Although she had given him milk of the poppy she knew it wasn’t sufficient enough for the pain. If she were back in the modern world, she’d make sure her son would be prescribed something better.

But sadly they were here, in this backwards country she desperately wanted to be rid of.

“We could fly on Vermithor, just you, me, and my brothers. He is big enough to fit us all. We could find a way back home if we leave now,” Aelyx whispered loud enough for his mother to hear because even the walls had ears.

Vidalia paused.

“It’s not too late,” said Aelyx as he squeezed his mother’s hand.

Vidalia glanced back at the door, fearing for her obsessive husband overhearing.

“One day we will. Just not now,” she assured, staring deep into his brown eyes. “Hold still, I’m about to be finished with the last stitch.”

Aelyx wondered if his mother truly wanted to go back to her world. At a young age, he constantly overheard his parents' conversations. Most of which were about his mother expressing to his father how she longed to go back to her real family and his father angrily denying her wishes saying she had a family here.

It didn’t take long for Aelyx to figure out that the bedtime stories about the other world Vidalia would talk about was actually the world she used to live in.

Unknowingly to the young Targaryen, Vidalia could not take her children just yet. Seeing as Aemond killed all of the witches left to prevent her from ever going back.

“But don’t you miss–” Aelyx tried to say before Vida cut him off.

“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I’m more intrigued to know what happened in the outer yard.”

Aelyx sighed and Vidalia gave a ‘go on’ look which caused his mood to sour at the memory.

“I went to train with Daelan and Lucas, to show them the moves Ser Willis taught me when fath– Aemond came to the grounds with Crispy Cole. He saw and decided to watch us train and after a while he asked us to fight one another. Me and Daelan did but Lucas did not wish to fight, he only wanted to observe. Aemond insisted he fight and asked to pick up his sword and have a duel with me.”

“But you know how Lucas is. He couldn’t say no to his father, so he did and accidentally pushed me. I didn’t mind it seeing as we were training but Lucas began to cry thinking he hurt me. I tried to calm him down but Aemond warned us not to mollycoddle him or else he’d get used to always being babied. Then he started being harsh with Lucas and— well I defended him.”

Vidalia clenched her jaw in outrage.

“My sword was nowhere near long enough to defend Lucas so I unsheathed Blackfyre from Aemond and began to fight him but it wasn’t long before he unarmed me and swung the sword at my face for interfering.”

Aelyx then remembered the look of shock and regret his father had on his face. After a few moments, Aelyx realized that Aemond only felt that way because he feared what his mother would think or do.

And he was right.

Vidalia felt even more disgusted towards Aemond than she usually felt. One thing for sure, Aemond would pay for what he had done to her son.

“Are-are you mad at me?” Aelyx mumbled, his voice cracking at the end.

Vidalia shook her head, holding her boy close to her chest like when he first came to life many years ago.

“No, I can never be mad at you, mi cariño. I’m proud that you stood up for your brother; that makes you very brave. But as a mother, I’m sad that this happened to you. I should’ve been there.” She cried, brushing the wild silver hair from his face.

They held each other close for a long while until Vida explained that she needed to continue to clean the wound to prevent any infection.

Of course, Aelyx let her.

As she did so, Aelyx could not help but to look at himself in the mirror across from him. For years he tried to convince himself that he did not look like his father. But as he grew more and more each day, he started to really see him in himself.

There were those in the Keep who considered the identical twins, Daelan and Lucas to be an exact replica of Aemond. However, most would argue that it was him who appeared more like Aemond. Even his grandmother, Alicent said so as well as his great-grandsire Otto.

And that infuriated him more.

He did not want to look like his deranged father. And Aelyx certainly did not want to be like him.

But after what happened today, Aelyx wondered if he was him.

Is that why they treat me differently than my other brothers?

Because I look like him?

Will they whisper how I will soon follow in my father’s footsteps?

Aelyx was so in his head that he did not realize he abruptly stood up from the chair and had walked in front of his full length mirror.

“Alex, are you okay?” He heard his mother ask. He could not look at her and instead focused solely on his own reflection.

The young prince then began to pick out one by one the rough familiarities he shared with him.

He recalled being told by Alicent that he was tall for his age. Like him.

He was slender. Like him.

His posture was like his.

He made the same expressions like him.

His face structure was like his.

His nose was long like his, with the same dimple in the middle of it. Like him.

Even his weird thumbs were crooked like his.

He had silver hair like his.

And when it was loose and unbraided, he looked like him.

But now what absolutely destroyed him was that he had the same identical scar as him.

They both had been ten when they got their scar.

He was Aemond. And he’d always be like him.

There was no going back now.

“Wh-Why do I... Do I look like him now?" The little boy cried as he turned to his mother for comfort.

Vidalia felt her heart break.

“Will you hate me too?” Aelyx cried.

She shook her head.

“Will you one day leave me too?” Aelyx asked.

Vidalia ran to her son before he said another word.

She picked him up with all her strength and sat him down on her lap, wiping the tears away from his beautiful eyes.

“Listen to me, I will never hate you. Nor will I ever leave you. Please, know I will never do either of those things.” Vidalia deeply easied his worriment.

“But you will one day as I grow because I look just like him!” Aelyx exclaimed, thrashing around his mother’s arms.

“No I won’t.”

“But I—”

“—you don’t.”

“But I do just look at me—”

“I am looking at you and I’m telling you don’t.” She moved his head away from her chest and grabbed ahold of his red puffy face on her hands. “I never thought you looked like him. Never. Maybe just your hair but then again my family also has hair like yours.”

At her words, Aelyx stopped his wriggling.

“Are you saying your family were also Valyrians too?”

She gave a small smile. “No, but both my abuelo and tio had hair like yours. The same color too; silver and shiny. But my tio shaved his when he was around your age. My abuela told me it was because kids in school would bully him and one day Belen had enough and grabbed my abuelo’s hair clippers and gave himself a buzzcut. Since then Belen has always had short hair.”

“Genetics has always been a mystery even in my world. I look more like my abuela than my own mother. I have her dark skin and eyes instead of my mother’s light- fair skin and honey eyes. These very eyes are the same ones as yours, you know.” Vidalia tried to enlighten and it seemed like it worked.

Aelyx stopped his crying and his head filled with wonder over his mother’s side of the family.

“If you want I can cut your hair off, but I can’t promise I’ll do a very good job,” she laughed but she secretly hoped he wouldn’t agree. She loved his hair and it reminded not of her stupid husband, but of her family back home.

Aelyx stood from his mother’s lap. “As tempting as it sounded in the beginning, no, I don’t want to do that anymore.” Hearing the familiarities he shared with his Mexican side of the family made him want to proudly show off his features.

Because not only was he Valyrian, he was also Mexican.

Like his mother.

“I do have a better idea of who should cut his hair, though.” Aelyx said with a look of mischief.

Vidalia smirked, knowing exactly what her son meant.

“I’ll go get the scissors!”

In the morning, Aemond Targaryen woke up to his hair practically gone and the whole Keep heard his scream of fury.

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notes:

I forgot to mention, Aelyx is pronounced like "A-licks" and Aelyx hates it cause Aemond named him when he was born. So he goes by Alex instead since it's as close to his original name.

If some of this is confusing please let me know, I think I suck at explaining shit ahaha.

translations:

taoba: boy

Mi Vida: my life

cariño, soy tu mamá, por favor abre la puerta: darling, i'm your mother, please open the door

Dios mío: my god

abuelo: grandfather

tio: uncle

abuela: grandmother

thank you so much for reading <3 and I hope you guys enjoyed it!!!

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