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damn-stark · 3 years ago

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Part 7 The family reunion

Part 7 of The Lion and The Dragon

A/N- True Lannister colors show in this chapter ;)

Warning- Violence, blood, talks of pregnancy and birth, fluff, Aegon, forced marriage, swearing, suggested sexual content.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x fem!Lannister reader

Episode- 1x08

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*1 YEAR LATER*

“We have continued to enjoy improved custom duties since the settling of the stepstones,” Lyman Beesbury shares with the group. “And extent to which we exploit those is contingent on the harbor master’s receipts of which um, uh…”

You tune the old Lord out and begin to twist the ring Daeron gave you around your finger. You begin to space out and wish you could be out with Aemond doing anything else, or out with the baby; even if the baby does nothing much but cry to be with Aemond. At least it’d be far more entertaining than hearing this council.

“Thank you,” Alicent cuts off the old Lord, letting you focus back. “For that exhaustive accounting Lord Beesbury, I remind you—”

The door opens and Alicent pauses to focus on Ser Harrold walking in to give his announcement. “Your guests have arrived. Your Grace.”

You lower your gaze and listen to Lord Otto Hightower interject. “I trust they’ve been welcomed as befits their station.”

Even greeting Princess Rhaenyra and her family would’ve been more pleasant than serving wine in this dull meeting. No matter how informed you liked to be, none of what was discussed today was at all worth it.

“As you instructed, Lord Hand,” Ser Harrold says before he bows and walks out of the room, leaving the room with a bit more interest to be discussed.

“It was my understanding Lord Corlys wished for his grandson Lucerys to succeed him as Lord of the Tides.” Grand Maester Orwyle adds, piquing your interest since, well, everyone in this room knows why that should be a problem.

No one could actually say it, but you all knew the obvious reason.

“The boy has been raised most of his life away from Driftmark,” your uncle Tyland adds his opinion. “He can fly a dragon, yes, but can he command a fleet?”

Most likely not. As you’ve told Aemond and your uncle in one of your many gossip conversations, the Princess has babied her sons too much. They should be out learning rather than making things more suspicious by hiding them away like ladies.

“Ability does not alter claim,” Lord Beesbury says.

You sigh and share a quick look with your uncle before you grab the jug of wine and walk over to serve him as another Lord adds to the comment.

“The Seasnake has never formally named him as heir if it comes to that.”

You pull the jug away and walk back to your spot to continue listening more intently now.

“The crown must choose what is best for the realm,” the Lord Hand interjects.

“He is Laenor’s son,” Lord Beesbury argues. “What grounds could there be—”

“What indeed Lord Beesbury,” a Lord cuts the old man off. “What indeed.”

You glance at him and think about his insinuation and smirk to yourself.

“We shall hear Princess Rhaenyra’s petition along with those of the other claimants on the morrow,” Alicent adds to cut off the conversation that wouldn’t end well.

“But—”

Alicent begins to stand up and you straighten up to follow—“I do beg your pardon my lords, I must greet our guests,” she excuses herself, and as she walks out the Lords stand up, and you follow her, making sure to pat your uncle's shoulder.

He pats your hand on your way out, and you offer him a soft smile before pulling away and leaving the room. You want to say something off topic to Alicent but then Ser Erryk joins the Queen's side.

“A matter has arisen that requires your attention,” he shares.

“Whatever it is, Ser Arryk, it'll need to wait,” Alicent says, and you catch her mistake right away.

“I’m Erryk, your Grace,” the Knight corrects her.

“Of course. My apologies, Ser.”

“It’s about the Prince,” he quickly shares, making you slightly narrow your gaze. “There’s been a delicate situation in his apartments.”

Alicent finally comes to a stop, letting you all finally stop. She stays quiet and then glances over at you. “Y/N, you may take your leave. I need to figure this out.”

The plan was to greet the Princess and the Prince with her, but this new problem leaves no room to argue.

“You don’t wish for me to greet the Princess and her husband in your stead?” You ask.

Alicent shakes her head and sighs. “No, it’s quite alright, I’ll greet them after. Thank you.”

You offer her a smile before you head to your room now to change out of your dress and wear something more practical for training.

The moment you’re outside you see Aemond’s silver hair stand out first before anything else comes to view. He’s training with Ser Criston Cole, and a group of people watch them. When some of the women notice you they whisper to each other before parting away from the circle, leaving you a spot to watch as your husband deflects each swing with swiftness.

You hadn’t even noticed that Aemond had already seen you since the moment you walked out of the castle, so it’s a surprise when he calls you out as he has his back turned.

“Come to train, my love?”

You smile and watch as he turns away from Ser Criston to face you with a small smile.

You nod and wait for him to reach you. “Perhaps just one match. If it pleases you.”

Aemond smirks and leans down to steal a kiss from your lips before he caresses your jaw. “How was it?” He asks as he stays close.

You sigh dramatically. “Incredibly dull, Lord Beesbury has a way to lull you to sleep with his words. But, on more interesting news” you begin to smirk. “Your sister is here already.”

Aemond hums. “Is she? I forget about her in truth. I thought you were going to greet them with my mother.”

You nod. “I was but she went to deal with your brother first, so she let me go, and I came here.”

His smirk widens and he pulls away to walk with you to the racks. You immediately pick up a sword and a shield before facing him.

“I swear I’ll go easy,” you tease. “But I can’t promise I’ll let you win.”

Aemond snickers. “Wouldn’t wish it.”

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly walk past him, seeing him watch you the entire time with interest. He doesn’t even drop your gaze when he walks over to join you, you hold each other's gaze the entire time; as you fix your stance, as you begin to pace around him like a lion stalking its prey.

You hadn’t even noticed Ser Erwin join the crowd as he was finished sparring with Ser Arryk. All you focused on was Aemond, it let you catch his lunge in time to deflect it.

His smirk deepens at the action and he tries to catch you off guard by pretending to swing and instead deciding to slide forward to jab you, but you quickly use your shield and block him before pushing him back and dropping your sword to pull out your dagger. Just as you were going to point at his throat though, he pulls out a dagger himself and you both end up pointing at each other at the same time.

“Smart,” he compliments you.

You scoff and shake your head. “Not smart enough.” You sheath your dagger and pick up your sword again.

This time you throw your shield aside and attack first, but he quickly parrys and hits your hand with the bottom of his sword to unarm you.

Yet before he can do anything else, you kick him back. He chuckles and strides over to swing, but you quickly throw your head back and let the blade swing past your face. When you stand up straight you shoot him a smirk before spinning around to face him again on opposite sides.

Aemond holds your gaze and licks his lips before he strides over to lunge. You avoid his action and pull out a dagger, he catches your action albeit and picks up your sword off the ground to then watch you as you watch him.

A second passes before he grows impatient and flips the swords around to then swing down. You avert his action, but right away he kicks your knee before trying to jab your side. You falter but still try to avoid his action, yet he then uses the other sword to disarm you before quickly grabbing your wrist to spin you around and press you against his chest, and point his sword at your throat.

“Have you fallen behind, my love?” He teases against your ear.

You’re annoyed that he manages to win, but you can’t help but smile as you feel him, and hear his voice close by your ear.

“I’ve been pregnant,” you excuse your loss even if you’ve already returned to train three months ago.

Aemond scoffs. “And you trained for half of those nine months.”

You look up and barely catch a glimpse of his blue eye. “What can I say then?” You offer him a smirk and just hold his gaze until you push his arm off to pull away.

“Another round?” Aemond asks.

You sigh and take your sword from him as you shake your head. “I’ll watch for a few more minutes, maybe I’ll even spar the loser?”

He hums in agreement and doesn’t argue against you, so you return your sword to the racks and Aemond follows.

“Tell me now who you see behind us.” He asks.

You blink and discreetly glance over your shoulder, noticing two cloaked young boys, or so it seems by their stature. Yet you can’t see their faces since they have their backs turned.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Their backs are turned.”

Aemond smirks and meets your gaze. “Pay close attention.” He departs from the racks and returns to the circle to rematch against Ser Criston.

While you slowly rejoin the crowd, you keep an eye on the dark haired boys. Ser Erwin joins your side and follows your line of gaze.

“Who are they?” You ask.

Your Knight shrugs. “I don’t know, my Lady. They just walked in.”

You hum and look back at Aemond as he blocks Ser Criston’s swing. It’s in the moment that you pulled your eyes away from the boys that they actually joined the crowd—you can see them watching your husband carefully and with awe.

They don’t notice your stare, or the Knights beside you. Their obliviousness is what lets you study them, their young face, and thinner and shorter stature; their short and dark hair, and their pale face. They have on darker cloaks, gray with a very faint dark shade of blue. They stand out compared to the others gawking, it’s weird but that’s when it finally hits you, who they are; Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Hmm.

When you heard that they didn’t look like they’re father you never actually imagined it’d be so obvious that they were…bastards. You always thought that it was an exaggeration, that people were being dramatic and hateful perhaps, but now as you see them with your own eyes it’s so obvious that they’re not Leanor Velaryon sons.

And it’s not their complexion that gives them away, but the lack of silver-white hair. Both Rhaenyra and Leanor have sliver-white hair after all, it’s a trait from their bloodline, something both boys should’ve gotten based on genetics. That’s the difference that makes it the most obvious. It’s what makes Lucerys claim laughable, they’re not fooling anyone. No matter how hard they try to argue for it, or the King's ignorance.

Regardless, you still approach them as they continue to watch Aemond and Ser Criston. You keep your own gaze on your husband even if your attention is on the boys.

“Great isn’t he?” You chime in and gain the youngest boy's attention. “Even for a man with one eye.” You smirk.

The boy next to you, the one you assume is Jacaerys, finally glances at you, but he doesn’t get to say anything since Aemond interrupts. “Nephews…” he puts his sword down and looks at them. “Have you come to train?”

Before Jacaerys can answer, an announcer interrupts. “Open the gates!”

Everyone’s attention goes to the gates to watch as they open and welcome in Velaryon bannermen, before the Lord Vaemond Velayron follows suit.

It’s not until he’s gone past the big doors that you notice Aemond behind you.

“Nephews,” he greets both boys. “You’ve met my wife I see. The Lady y/n Lannister.” He glances at you. “My love, these are my nephews Jacaerys…”

The Princess’s heir.

“…and Lucerys.”

The boy who took out Aemond’s eye.

You glance at Aemond as he falls at your side and then at the boys. “It’s honor,” you curtsy. “My Princes.”

“Likewise, my Lady,” Jacaerys says. “I would just like to say that it’s quite impressive seeing you wield a sword. I’ve never seen a woman actually use it in public as bravely as you.”

You scoff in amusement. “Thank you, but trust me it has not been so easy, or without judgment. Aemond helps though.” You smile and blink to look at Lucerys standing behind his brother without adding anything, he just keeps glancing at Aemond, at the patch over his eye socket.

Now that you look at him, as he stands there in front of you, you wonder how someone so innocent and sweet looking could do what he did? By appearances it just doesn't seem like he could even if he did.

“I hope,” you continue and look away. “We get to know each other more before your leave back to Dragonstone. I’d love to hear about Aemond when he was young.”

“We shall,” Jacaerys agrees. “And maybe we can spar soon as well.”

You grin and nod. “Yes, that would be great. Anyway,” you sigh. “I’ll leave you boys, I need to go see my baby.” You smirk and take one last look at the guys before breaking away from the group. And just as you think you’ll go alone, Aemond follows.

“You see it?” He asks in a whisper as you approach the stairs.

You meet his gaze from the corner of your eyes and nod. “I see it. It’s a bit too obvious.”

Aemond hums in agreement and you both take one last look at both boys.

——

*A COUPLE MONTHS AGO*

Pain, cramps, and more pain is all that’s felt, it’s overwhelming, loud, and blinding every few minutes. It’s annoying too, irritating.

Sweat damps your skin and makes your clothes stick onto your body. A nauseating smell infiltrates your nose, something that’s supposed to calm you down only pisses you off more; just like Aemond’s never ending pacing that seems to sound loud in your ears.

“Stop,” you mutter. “Nothing is going to change with you pacing like that.”

Aemond comes to a halt and sighs deeply. “If it comes to it,” he says and turns around to face you. “I’ll choose you. I won’t hesitate.”

You swallow thickly and meet his gaze, catching no sign of dishonesty in his eye. He actually looks slightly frightened, nervous (obviously), but not dishonest.

“I’ll pick you,” he repeats himself.

It may be cruel to admit but you find it comforting that he says that. Yet a part of you doubts him if the baby turns out to be a male. An heir.

“Come,” you demand and pat the empty side beside you.

Aemond sighs and approaches you but he doesn’t sit, he stays standing and keeps looking at you as if he could feel your pain, as if it hurt him too.

“And if it’s a boy?” You ask out of curiosity.

Aemond slightly narrows his gaze as if your question offended him, and scoffs. “Do you really expect me to love that baby if it takes you away from me?” He retorts and crouches down by your bedside. “Boy or girl I don’t care, I will pick you.” He grabs your hand and presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “You're mine. It will always be you. To the end of my days.”

Your heart flutters and a smile manages to grow on your lips. “I won’t let the baby take me then.” You assure him before you reach for his cheek to gently begin to caress it. “But swear to me when the baby is here you’ll let them see you without the eyepatch. They’ll see you as you are.”

Aemond nods, and you begin to grin, but instantly lose all your amusement as another wave of pain slams into you. This time instead of walking off to pace, Aemond stays beside you. Even as the pain becomes more consistent he stays by your side and doesn’t let your hand go.

He stays, but, the moment the baby comes out and the first cry breaks the silence born out of fear they wouldn’t be alive, he lets you go and stands up to watch as the midwives wrap up the tiny baby.

He stares at them in disbelief even as they walk over to him with the little bundle.

“It’s a girl,” one of the midwives announces and makes you grin and laugh softly—“You wish to hold her?” She asks Aemond.

Aemond keeps his eye on the baby and swallows thickly before he slowly puts out his hands to receive the baby in his arms.

The moment the midwife steps away and lets Aemond hold her, he glances at you with that same disbelief, before looking back at the baby and lifting one hand to slowly pull off his eyepatch and reveal the sapphire hidden under it. He then proceeds to carefully use his thumb to caress her cheek before slowly grinning down at her.

“Visenya,” he whispers softly. “Such a fitting name for my little delight.” He glances at you and his grin deepens before he slowly crouches down to hand her to you.

Once you have her in your arms. As you see her, her perfect little face and her beautiful silver-white hair, you can’t help but beam at her as tears stream down your eyes.

“She’s perfect,” you cry out of happiness.

Aemond finally sits beside you and watches you hold little Visenya in awe. You look up at him and meet his gaze to share your smile, and he leans in and presses a kiss on the side of your head.

——

…it would be a pleasure to meet my grandchild, Visenya, as soon as we can and it is convenient for you, my daughter.

Your father, Jason Lannister.

You sigh and lower the letter to your lap, letting the little four month old baby come to view.

All throughout the nine months your father knew about your pregnancy he only sent about two letters and showed little interest. Now after four months of being born he only seems so excited because of what was born to little Visenya a month ago, her little scaled and winged companion. Can’t he be anymore obvious.

“Why do you think your grandsire wants to meet you, hm?” You ask the little baby too preoccupied with the wooden lion Ser Erwin had gifted you a year ago. “Is it because he suddenly does care, or because he wants to meet little…moonlight?” You glance at the little baby dragon sleeping beside Visenya and stare at for a second before shaking your head. “That doesn’t sound right. Any ideas, little delight?”

The baby giggles at her little lion and doesn’t even bother to look at you, so you sit back and admire the dark purple dragon balled up by Visenya’s head—at night he appears black like the night sky, but when the moonlight or the sun kisses his scales, they gleam a very dark purple. When he flaps his wings and stretches them out his membrane is black. He’s elegant, majestic, and so very sweet to little Visenya, very protective at such a young age too. He deserves a mighty name.

“What do you think Helaena?” You ask and look over at your goodsister.

However, Helaena is focused on the flower she’s holding and mumbles, “there is a beast beneath the boards.”

She’s said that multiple times already, sometimes she tells you directly, but other times she just mumbles it to herself. You still can’t find the meaning behind it though. Aemond and Alicent say not to worry, but there must be a reason why she keeps saying it. You just don’t know yet.

“What about you Ser Erwin?” You ask your Knight as he stands a few feet away from the patch of grass you were resting on.

The Knight looks over at you at the sound of his name and then hums to hear the question again.

“A name for Visenya’s dragon? I can’t think of one.” You share.

Ser Erwin glances at the dragon and sighs deeply before he shrugs and chuckles softly. “Maybe Storm?”

You smile sweetly and nod. “I’ll take it under consideration, thank you.” You look back at your baby and grin. “Visenya really loves the lion, you know,” you continue to tell him. “The one you gifted me.”

Ser Erwin meets your gaze and smiles. “Does she?”

You nod. “Yes, she does. Ser Robert sent her a little dragon and a little cat doll, but she prefers my wooden lion.” You grin at him and he holds your gaze until you look back at Visenya.

He albeit lets his eyes linger on you, he watches as you begin to play peek a boo with the baby to make her laugh. He sees your smiles, he admires it until the sound of a nearby voice snaps his attention away.

“Lady y/n. Princess.”

You look up at the sound of your name and see Lady Baela and Lady Rhaena walking over, so Helaena and you stand up to greet them.

“Lady Baela,” you curtsy at the girl you saw once a few months ago.

“Lady Rhaena.” She’s the only one you haven't met since she has been in Dragonstone, but as far as appearances go she wasn’t identical to Baela. Unlike her sister, her hair wasn’t loose, it was twisted into locs. Her face appeared to be kinder than her sisters which appeared to be intimidating in ways. They were both very beautiful though. Majestic just like every other person with Valyrian blood.

Regardless, Helaena greets them too and the Targaryen twins offer you both genuine smiles.

“It is a pleasure seeing the both of you out in the gardens,” you say and mean it. As far as resentment for the past, you held none against them since it was not your business, especially since they are not the ones that blinded Aemond.

Actually you quite liked Lady Baela. She was very kind and you had much in common the last time you met. Sure she did not stay for too long, and not much was brought up about the past last time, but you did end up talking to each other for a few hours; you laughed, gossiped and talked some more. It was nice, refreshing having someone to actually talk to. All the other girls you are friends with work here for you, so it doesn’t feel as genuine some of the times, but with Baela it felt great to laugh with her because she actually meant it.

And maybe talking to her reminded you of Nyra, the relationship you miss. Helaena is sweet, she’s funny when she can be, but that bond you had with Nyra was different, and that night with Baela felt like being with her again.

“Please join us. We were just taking in the sun.”

Both girls don’t question your invitation and sit on the blanket you had spread over the grass.

“Thank you,” Rhaena says once she’s sat.

“I had the intention to go greet the both of you sooner, but I lost track of time,” you admit and look down at Visenya. ��Sorry.”

Lady Rhaena shakes her head gently and assures you. “It’s alright, we understand, I hope we can speak now, if that’s alright.”

You nod. “Yes, it is, Visenya just ate, so she should be content for a while longer.”

“Visenya,” Baela says with a soft smile. “That’s the babes name? I thought it was going to be—”

“No,” you cut her off with a smile. “We do not talk about that. I was clearly not thinking straight that night.”

Baela smirks at you before she snickers

“Anyway, yes, this is my little Visenya.” You reach over for the baby to carry her in your arms. You brush her little silver hair out of her eyes, and that’s when both girls narrow their eyes to try and take a better look as they’re both caught off guard by Visenya’s eyes.

“Are her eyes…” Baela mutters and then lifts her gaze to meet yours. “Are her eyes violet?”

You smile over at Visenya and nod. “Yes. The Maester says it is a defect that must have happened when she was in the womb, but, I would rather agree with Aemond and say that it is a blessing from the gods.”

“It truly is,” Rhaena says sweetly. “Can she see?”

You nod. “Yes she can. Her eyes work fine, it’s just the color that’s unique.”

“May I hold her?” Baela asks.

Without hesitance you hand her the baby, and right away as if somehow someone alerted the dragon, Visenya’s dragon wakes up and immediately watches Baela as she holds Visenya. He stays put and doesn’t keep his eyes off her.

“Such a fitting name for a little warrior,” Baela tells the baby, and Visenya just keeps holding her lion.

“I hope the Red Keep has been kind,” Helaena says. “I know it’s your first time here Rhaena, it must be a bit overwhelming.”

Said girl nods. “Yes it is, but the Red Keep has been kind, Princess Rhaenyra has been very kind and shown me what she can.”

“That’s good. And the garden? Do you like it?” Helaena asks.

Rhaena nods. “Yes they’re quite beautiful.”

You nod in agreement and then look over at Baela. “Have you told your father yet?”

Baela eyes land on you and she lowers the baby to let her sit on her lap. “No,” she admits. “There has not been the right time. I just saw him actually after a long time.”

You begin to fiddle with the grass and scoff softly. “You know I told you already that I doubt your father would care. He might even teach you.”

Rhaena looks between the both of you in confusion before she asks her question. “Ask father what?”

Baela sighs. “How to wield a sword. I want him to teach me the way Aemond teaches y/n.”

You smirk and look between the both of them, noticing Rhaena looks quite shocked but not upset, just surprised.

“And you know, if anyone has shit to say, simply eat them with your dragon.” You share lightheartedly. “Fear me people for I am a dragon goddess. That’s what you all say.” You giggle and throw your hands out, and Baela smirks and rolls her eyes as she tries not to laugh, whilst Helaena and Rhaena laugh at your comment.

“Hey,” you keep saying. “Maybe ask Prince Jacaerys,” you tease. “Have him teach you how to wield a sword, and have him press you against his chest.” You grin. “That’s how I wooed my lover. Sword fighting.”

Rhaena nudges Baela, and Baela just scoffs. The conversation continues between the four of you, you all get along very well, you end up sharing tips on married life, and tips on motherhood. You share jokes and laugh at them, you get along under the sun, and it was truly a pleasure.

As much as you love Aemond’s company, he’s not a girl, he doesn’t understand a lot of things you deal with. They do though, all of them and it feels nice bonding over that. Besides, Rhaena and Baela had names ideas for the baby dragon since you were stuck. That was also a very good win.

Regardless, now that you were all heading back inside the castle all together, there Aemond was, leaning against the gates frame, watching and waiting. Not like it matters, it makes you happy, so you excuse yourself and hand the dragonkeeper the baby dragon before you rush over to Aemond with Visenya in your arms.

“Aemond,” you greet with a beaming grin.

Aemond pushes himself off the gates frame and meets your gaze with a smirk. Once you reach him he grabs your cheek and you share a deep kiss.

“How are my girls?” He asks quietly so no one could hear him.

“Good, ready to head inside and take a nap.” You answer and look at Visenya.

Aemond hums and then focuses on Visenya, he smiles softly whilst the baby begins to kick her feet and smile as she sees her father.

“My little delight,” he says and takes her from you since that’s what the baby wanted.

“Okay,” you sigh as you both begin walking inside together. “I thought of some names. Storm, Volos, Nightwing, Eris, Nyx, or…that’s it.” You huff.

Aemond hums and glances at you before glancing at the baby. “Why not let her choose when she gets older?”

You look over at him and hesitate before you nod. “That would work too.”

He hums.

You smile and sigh with relief. “Thank you, now I can stop stressing about it.” And just as you were going to mention your fathers letter, just as you walk inside you run into Aegon.

“Brother,” he says as if relieved. “There you are.” He looks over and smirks. “My sweet goodsister. And my favorite niece.” He meets his brother halfway and gets in between Aemond and you.

“What do you want, Aegon?” Aemond deadpans.

“Or is that you have finally made something of your day,” you quip and earn a snicker from Aegon— “Besides drinking?”

“Not quite,” he retorts and then grabs his brothers shoulder to lower his voice. “I have come to ask Aemond something, and y/n if you want to get in this you are welcome to.”

Aemond sighs and you answer for him. “What is it?”

“As we all know, Aemond our sister is here, along with her are her sons, Jace and Luke, what are we going to do about that?”

Aemond and you share a passing glance before you both look at Aegon.

“Nothing Aegon;” you turn him down. “You are not going to do anything. Need I remind you your age? Or the fact that they are here for business. Meaning you need to be on your best behavior.”

Aegon yawns and rolls his eyes. “What a bore that is. You sound like Aemond. No fun whatsoever.”

You scoff. “I can be fun, my fun albeit, doesn’t involve tormenting little boys anymore.”

“Anymore?” Aegon probes with a half grin and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Please pray tell.”

You glance at him and shrug. “When I was young, little boys were all a bunch of stuck up shits that liked to push me and some girls around, so I taught them a thing or two.” You smirk. “Let’s just say they never messed with me again.”

Aemond snickers and Aegon smiles proudly.

“So tell me. What was it?” Aegon asks.

You shake your head and push him away. “Nothing. Because we are not to mess with the boys.”

Aegon sighs deeply and drags his feet. “Okay, maybe verbal torment?”

You roll your eyes and sigh. “No. Just stick with maybe…discreet verbal jabs?”

Aegon shoots you a grin and nods in agreement. “See, I knew there was a reason I liked you.” He claps his hands and begins to walk away from Aemond and you. “Thank you. I will keep it in mind.”

You offer him a partial wave and when he’s out of sight Aemond and you just sigh.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

There were murmurs heard about the throne room, all conversations kept between one another as you all waited for The Hand to start the petition on behalf of Princess Rhaenyra, and Lord Vaemon.

“He did what?” You ask Aemond in a low whisper so those around you wouldn’t hear.

“My mother didn’t tell you?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. She dismissed me yesterday but didn’t tell me the reason. Now it makes sense…” you pause and you both glance at Aegon since it’s him who you were talking about, what he did to one of the serving girls.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You ask Aemond as you focus back on him.

Aemond meets your gaze. “I only just found out as well,” he shares.

You hum in comprehension and steal one last piercing glare at Aegon.

As far as he goes, he’s not your favorite brother whatsoever, he was nice to you, sure, he treats you like a sibling does, but well…it’s hard to really tolerate him when he does stuff like that to girls.

That’s why Daeron is the better brother. Not only because he’s been keeping in touch with you since he sent his first letter, but because he's simply better.

“And Helaena?” You ask. “Does she know?”

Aemond shakes his head. “No. Mother says it’s best if she does not know, so please do not mention it.”

You sigh and nod. “Of course. It’s just…it’s just sad you know. She’s always been kind to me and to keep things from her.” You sigh deeply again. “I mean I would want someone to tell me.”

Aemond grabs your chin and slightly tilts his head. “I understand, but my sister is sensitive, she’s not like you, it's best if she’s kept in the dark about it.”

You nod hesitantly. “Right,” you agree. “And you,” you begin to tease him. “Would you want me kept in the dark?”

Aemond begins to smirk. “Well, I would never do that, I respect and love you too much.”

You smile and grab his hand. “But if you did?” You insist.

He leans in to whisper in your ear. “Oh I am sure you would figure it out. You and your little birds.”

You smirk and begin to fiddle with the small shard of dragon glass that dangles from the sapphire on your necklace. “That’s right I would. And then I would cut your balls off.”

Aemond chuckles. “Are you threatening me, my love?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m warning you.” You grin mischievously, and Aemond pulls back to steal a kiss.

“<That’s my girl.>” He murmurs in High Valyrian against your lips.

You grab his arm and hold his gaze to share an enamored gaze.

“Aemond,” his mother calls. “Y/N.”

You pull away right away and Aemond lingers by you before you both walk to your spots by the family to begin hearing the petition.

“Though it is the great hope of this court Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds,” Lord Otto speaks as he begins to slowly sit down on the Iron Throne. “We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters.” The Lord Hand finally sits down and continues. “The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and watch as the Lord steps to the front of the audience to speak. “My Queen. My Lord Hand. The History of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms, in the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to the new land, knowing that were they to fall it would mean the end to their bloodlines and name.”

You drop your gaze and mess with your lion ring before putting your hands behind you and looking up. That’s when you catch the gaze of another Targaryen man, same Silver-white hair, same piercing gaze, and same majestic beauty they all seem to have; Prince Daemon Targaryen. Baela’s father.

His eyes meet yours from across the Throne room, he holds your gaze for a moment, and you hold his out of curiosity and confusion before the corner of his lips twitch up and he looks away.

If Nyra were here now and she saw, she’d freak out, saying complete stupid things as she swooned for you. Whilst you’d be confused as you are now. It’s just, why did he smirk?

Did he find it funny that you were standing amongst the family? Because if so you could also point out that Princess Rhaenyra’s sons are clearly bastards, it’s as plain as day, especially since it was said that her late husband preferred the company of men. They are not fooling anyone.

Regardless, you still are curious as to why the Prince would even glance at you.

“….The true, impeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins,” you hear Ser Vaemond say as you focus back on him.

“As it does in my sons the offspring of Laenor Velaryon,” Princess Rhaenyra interjects. “If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition—”

“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” Alicent cuts her off. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

Said man looks at the Princess, but she immediately looks away the moment he turns.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood Princess?” Ser Vaemond asks her rhetorically. “I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” He turns away from the Princess now and continues.

You proceed to let your hands go and inch closer to Aemond. When your shoulder brushes his arm he glances down at you and meets your gaze for a brief second before he offers you a faint smirk. He then drops his hands clasped behind him to let his fingers hook around yours.

“This is a matter of blood, not ambition.” You listen to Ser Vaemond say as you look over at him again—“I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brothers successor. The Lord of Driftmark and the Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you, Ser Vaemond,” The Lord Hand says, letting the man walk back to his previous spot so the Princess could say her petition now—“Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son Lucerys Velayron.”

The Princess walks to the front of the audience and begins. “If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago. In this very—” she stops as the doors begin to open, pulling everyone's attention to the end of the room to see the King slowly making his way in.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen,” a Knight announces. “The first of his name….”

Your eyes widen in shock to what you see, and it feels as if the room even stands at standstill.

“…King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!”

The King slowly begins to make his way down the steps, keeping at his own pace as he steps down on the floor since he’s writhing in pain with each step he takes. Once he reaches the steps that lead to the throne, Knights rush over to help him, but he refuses and sends them away.

It’s an admiring act, but when he begins to climb the stairs his crown falls off his head. You look over at Aemond when it does, and he simply just meets your gaze and stays there before you both look over and see Prince Daemon helping the King sit on this throne before placing his crown back on.

When the prince returns to his spot, the King addresses the audience. “I must…admit…my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corly’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

Everyone glances over at her, and she interjects. “Indeed.” She proceeds to step up and continues. “It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son…Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys granddaughters. Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.”

You smile for the girls and reach for Aemond’s hand as he clasps them behind him again. When he feels your touch he secures his hold around your hand and doesn’t let your hand go.

“Well…the matter is settled,” the King says. “Again. I hearby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velayron as heir to Driftmark. The Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.” He wheezes and the matter should’ve been left alone now, but Ser Vaemond cuts in angirly.

“You break law, and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir..”

You roll your eyes at that argument.

“…yet you dare tell me…who deserves to inherit the name Velayron. No,” he mutters. “I will not allow it.”

“Allow it?” The King retorts. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

Ser Vaemond suddenly shifts around to point at Lucerys. “That is no true Velayron,” he shouts, making you move your hand to grab Aemond’s arm—“Certainly no nephew of mine.”

“Go to your chambers,” Princess Rhaenyra tells her children before returning to adress Ser Vaemond. “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my true born grandson,” the King clarifies. “And you…no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

You scoff in amusement.

“You,” Ser Vaemond argues. “May run your house as you see fit…but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom. And a thousand years of tribulations besides. And gods be damned I will not see it ended on the account of this…” he pauses and turns his head.

“Her children…are bastards!” He bellows, making the King stand up, and making Aemond begin to smirk—“And she…is…a whore.”

You gasp softly in surprise simply over the fact that he would dare say that in front of the King.

“I,” the King groans and pulls out his dagger. “Will have your tongue for that.”

Yet before he could even try to go down the stairs suddenly the sound of a metal hitting against flesh fills the room, gasps follow, and Aemond suddenly pushes you back and keeps one arm on you. When you look over at where the commotion comes from you're shocked to see part of Ser Vaemond’s head falling to the ground.

“He can keep his tongue,” Prince Aemond quips as he puts his sword down.

“Disarm him!” The Knights yell, but the Prince just assures them and cleans his swords as he steps back, letting you finally take in what happened, and ending up slowly smirking as you think of what Prince Daemon just did in defense of his wife and her son.

It was admirable, and well…very fucking impressive. He was impressive.

However, as everyone was focusing on what had happened, the King falls back to his chair, causing Alicent to rush over to help him.

The Maesters and the Knights then rush over to help him out too, whilst you walk over to Helaena’s side as she keeps her ears plugged after the incident with Ser Vaemond ensued.

“It’s okay,” you mutter and grab her arm.

Helaena keeps her ears plugged but looks over at you. You proceed to offer her a soft smile and turn her away from the dead body bleeding out on the ground.

“Let’s get out of here, yes?” You tell her softly.

Helaena nods and lets you walk her out. She lets you walk her through some halls, out to the gardens and finally to the library where she finally feels calm after the walk.

“Now, we will leave to go get ready for dinner, okay?” You say.

Helaena offers you a small smile and nods in agreement.

“But first,” she interjects. “Can you stay and wait for me? I want to get a book from here first.”

You nod without hesitance and stay back to wait for her where you are.

When you lose her figure throughout the rows of bookcases you turn to go sit, but end up catching Prince Daemon wandering closeby.

He notices you right away—or finally catches you alone and meets your gaze with a partial smile before he chooses to approach you.

“Lady Lannister,” he greets.

The walk must’ve been longer than you thought if he’s already here all by himself.

“Prince Daemon,” you greet in return and curtsy.

Prince Daemon stops a couple feet away and keeps that same partial smile on his face as he clasps his hands in front of him. “It’s an honor finally getting to meet you,” he surprises you by saying.

You giggle and shake your head as you drop your eyes.

“What?” He retorts seriously. “What’s so funny? I heard that the Lady Lannister has more balls than her twin fathers combined.”

You scoff in amusement and glance up at him, noticing he was closer now, his stance wasn’t stiff, his eyes were still on you and his smile was turned to a smirk.

“Well if that’s so then please make sure to tell my father,” you retort a bit more collected. “He’ll rejoice and maybe finally give me what belongs to me.”

Prince Daemon chuckles and stays quiet for a moment before he glances around briefly. “Regardless, I hope,” he says with a sigh and meets your gaze. “That my display of violence today didn’t disturb you.”

You scoff in amusement and shake your head. “Not at all, I found it quite exciting actually. I mean it added excitement to a rather boring petition. No offense.”

Prince Daemon shakes his head and takes a step closer to you. “Not at all because the petition was unnecessary.”

You smile and nod. “Exactly, so maybe I should thank you. Besides, I found your actions quite….admiring.”

Prince Daemon smirks and slowly begins to close the large gap between you. “Is that so?” He probes.

You hum and watch drop his gaze briefly before lifting his eyes and meeting your gaze as you watch him closely.

“I hope that I get to see your swordsmanship for myself before I leave back to Dragonstone,” Prince Daemon interjects and slowly begins to walk around you, making you turn with him so you can keep your eyes on him.

You then chuckle and shake your head. “I’m afraid I am not worth watching. I am not as skilled as you or my husband,” you protest.

Daemon scoffs. “You’re being modest, my Lady.”

You shrug and hold his gaze. “Maybe,” you snap smugly.

“Well,” he sighs. “I hope I get to see it for myself. A one on one.” Prince Daemon stops walking and stands a few inches away now. He holds your gaze and keeps on his faint smirk, whilst you clasp your hands in front of you and offer him a sweet smile.

“We’ll have to see won’t we, I mean I have heard a lot of things about you.” You mention.

Daemon slightly narrows his eyes out of curiosity. “Good I hope?” He asks.

You shrug. “Depends on who you ask.”

He shoots you a pointed gaze and probes. “What have you heard?”

You draw in a deep breath and sigh. “That you are a legendary sword fighter as well as a dragon rider,” you share.

“You flatter me,” he scoffs.

You shake your head and retort. “I’m only stating the truth. It’s what you wanted, no?”

Daemon scoffs softly and nods before blinking and offering you a small smirk. “I’ve heard you are more of a dragon than a lion now.”

You snicker and slightly tilt your head. “Is that so?” You press.

His smirk deepens and before he can respond one of the castle workers walks up to you and hands you a scroll. “Here, My Lady,” she says. “It’s from the orphanage at Flea Bottom.”

You grab her hands and bow your head. “Thank you, Sasha.”

The brunette smiles at you and then leaves, letting you turn away from the Prince to open the scroll and read the words written on it.

“From the bottom of our hearts we thank you Lady Lannister for your generous donation. I hope the gods bless you and yours.

~ The children and everyone at the Mothers Home For Children.”

You smirk with pride at the words and begin to roll it back as the Prince interjects. “Good news?”

You nod and glance at him. “Excellent,” you share with a grin, and end up looking away first as you see Helaena approaching. “Ready?” You ask her.

As Helaena reaches your side she notices who you’re in front of and offers him a smile. “Uncle,” she greets.

He offers her a faint smile and bows his head. “Niece.”

You grab Helaena’s arm and glance at the Prince one last time. “We will see each other at dinner later, goodbye Prince Daemon.” You offer him one last smile and turn Helaena to begin walking out, letting him watch you both leave.

——

*LATER*

As far as family dinners go, they were okay, they were usually worth looking up to now, but this time, tonight wasn’t so appealing. Having all of them in one room was like chaos waiting to happen. It made you want to stay and eat dinner with Aemond in your shared quarters. And he wouldn't be against it either considering he doesn’t want to go, but you were all going for his father.

“How’s that?” He asks.

You glance up and notice he’s looking at the strings in the back of your dress.

“That’s good,” you assure him as you keep looking at him, watching as he knots the string, taking in the feeling of his hands on you, feeling his gentle breath unfurl on the back of your neck, and catching his stolen glance he shot your way.

When he notices you catch him, he looks down and pulls his hands away as he finishes.

“Beautiful,” he says.

You smile and keep your eyes on him. This time he looks up again and scoffs. “What?”

You smirk slowly and turn to face him, he meets your gaze and waits for a response. “Just admiring you, that’s all,” you say sweetly.

Aemond scoffs again and drops his gaze once more. He never takes compliments so well, he’s always so timid about them. It’s adorable.

“What?” You retort softly and close the small gap left between you to fiddle with the buckles of his leather dress coat.

Aemond slowly looks up at you and begins to smirk whilst he grabs your necklace to fiddle with that himself. You grin and place your hands on his chest before sliding them up to his shoulders.

“Maybe,” you begin to suggest in a whisper. “We can steal some time for ourselves, hm? Visenya is not here, we’re all alone.”

Aemond slowly tilts his head and licks his lips as he glances at yours. “We’ll be late,” he says.

You shrug. “So?” You argue. “We don’t have to take long. You wouldn’t even have to take off my dress, just a minute or two.”

Aemond leans in so his lips are close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He slowly parts his lips and sniffs your neck, getting a whiff of the perfume he liked so much before pulling back to press a kiss on your jaw.

You immediately smile and wrap your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your hips.

Aemond then kisses a trail along your jaw until he reaches your lips and pauses. You grow impatient so you lean in and kiss him, biting his bottom lip just slightly before adding more desperation to your kiss.

He chuckles at your action and then pushes you back to the bed. You beam up at him as he hovers over you and traps your head between his hands.

“Maybe,” you murmur and grab his collar to pull him closer. “We can make another baby. Maybe a boy this time.”

Aemond offers you a half grin and huffs. “As long as they’re fierce like they’re mother, I don’t care what they are,” he says and lets you pull him in for a kiss.

When you pull away you flip him around and lay above him, he proceeds to cup your cheek with one hand, but you grab his hand and push it down to your throat so he can wrap his fingers around it.

He snickers and kisses you first this time, unable to keep his hands from hiking up your skirt. Just as he was going to begin pulling down your undergarments a knock raps on your door, causing him to groan and for you to pull back.

“Who is it?!” You shout to the visitor.

“It’s Helaena!” She reveals herself. “I thought we could walk to dinner together?!”

You glance down at Aemond and snicker at him before fully pulling away from him and landing your feet on the floor. “Yes! That would be great, I will be out!”

You turn and watch Aemond pick himself off the bed to begin following you.

“Maybe, your little delight can sleep in the children’s room tonight?” You suggest smugly.

Aemond hums as you open the door to see Helaena waiting outside patiently.

“You look lovely,” she compliments and hooks her arm around yours.

You offer her a kind smile. “As do you,” you redirect and let her walk you off in front of Aemond.

On the way to the hall where dinner was meant to be, Helaena talks your ear off, when you reach the hall she doesn’t stop and brings her grandfather in the conversation since he, the Queen, and the others were already there waiting for the King to arrive. Even Aegon was there already—But he was mostly likely brought in by his mother or his grandfather, he’d probably be late otherwise.

Regardless, as you all waited, as you listened to Helaena speak, you feel a slight tingling sensation on your face. You rub your bottom lip to try and make it go away but it stays, so you reach for your wine and take a sip to ease whatever it is.

Alas, it’s as you’re drinking that you mindlessly glance around and accidentally catch the eyes of another already on you, Prince Daemon.

He lifts his goblet in front of him to take a drink, and you swallow back your wine and glance away, catching Aemond’s comment to his brother.

“Even when the noose is tied they expect us to break bread.”

You scoff softly and put down your cup, from one moment to another feeling a pat on your shoulder. As you look up you see Aegon now beside you.

“More wine my beloved goodsister?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Believe it or not,” you quip. “I am still working on my first one. What is this, your tenth cup just tonight?”

Aegon snickers and chugs the rest of the wine he has left. “Now,” he retorts and pulls his cup away from his lips. “It’s my tenth one. What a keen eye.”

You roll your eyes and push his hand off your shoulder. The door then proceeds to open as the King is brought in, making all the chatter come to a halt, and making Aemond take his seat at your side and directly across the table from Lucerys and Rhaena, whilst the others return to their own seats. Those who were sitting down, like you, stand up for a moment before you sit again and get pushed in closer to the table as the King is put down in front of the table.

After that the King doesn’t take long to break the silence. “How good it is….to see you all tonight,” he mutters hoarsely. “Together.” He breathes out and goes quiet, letting Alicent speak up.

“Prayer before we begin?” She suggests, and he agrees, causing you to hold your hands over the table and close your eyes as she continues. “May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.” She finishes, and you add your own small prayer quietly to yourself before opening your eyes and resting your hands on your lap.

“This is an occasion for celebration. It seems,” the King continues to add. “My grandsons, Jace and Luke. Will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena. Further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes…and their betrothed.”

You grab your cup and lift it just slightly before you bring it to your lips to take a sip for the Targaryen twins.

“Hear, hear!” Prince Daemon exclaims.

“Let us toast as well to Prince Lucerys…” The King continues. “The future Lord of the Tides.”

“Hear, hear,” Baela says, and you take another sip, catching your ever so beloved husband piercing his glare into Luke.

When Aemond catches your gaze he simply puts his cup down and holds your gaze to share his discontent with a look alone, before you both look over at his father as he taps his cane against the ground for the attention of everyone around.

Now the King stands up and begins to breathe heavily as he does, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing to speak. “It both gladdens my heart, and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world…yet grown so distant from each other…in the years past.” He sighs before he reaches for his mask to slowly take it off and reveal what he hid under.

“My own face…” the King proceeds, whilst you let out a small breath of discomfort—or more pity. No matter how many times you’ve already seen his face in the times you’ve visited him, his face isn’t something you can’t get used to—“is no longer a handsome one…if indeed it ever was. But tonight…I wish you to see me…as I am.”

“Not just a king…but your father. Your brother. Your husband, and your grandsire. Who may not it seems…walk for much longer among you.” He lets out a heavy breath and hits his mask against the table. “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown…then for the sake of this old man. Who loves you all so dearly.” He lets out another deep breath and slowly sits back down.

Now you begin to twist your Targaryen sigil ring around your finger and glance up at Princess Rhaenyra as she stands up to do a toast of her own. “I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood…more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended him with…unfailing devotion, love and honor. And for that she has my gratitude…and my apology.” She sits back down as she finishes, and Alicent slowly interjects.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess.” She sniffles. “We’re both mothers…and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” She proceeds to stand up and raises her cup along. “I raise my cup to you…and to your house. You will make a fine Queen.”

You raise your cup and sip some wine to Alicent’s kind words. You would’ve said something yourself, but in all reality you would’ve just raised your cup to Visenya and Aemond, so you just keep quiet instead and watch Aegon walk over to Baela and Jacaerys side to add something in a whisper that suddenly makes Jacaerys slam his fists against the table and stand up, earning everyone’s attention, and causing Aemond to stand up in his brother's defense.

As Jacaerys notices he glances over at Aemond and stays quiet. Alicent from across the table shares a quick passing look with you before she points to Aemond with her eyes.

You knew Aemond though, he wouldn’t do anything, yet, he was just intimidating the boy, so you did nothing but listen to Jacaerys as he interjects and raises his cup.

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond…We haven’t seen each other in years. But I have fond memories of our shared youth.” He sighs. “And as men. I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s health dear uncles.”

You grab your cup and look up at Aemond beside you with a soft smile before happily taking a drink for that. Aemond stays on his feet for a moment longer albeit. Once he sits down though, you grab his hand. Aemond looks at you and sighs before he fills your cup with more wine as you set it down, making sure to keep his hand secured under yours.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena,” Helaena interjects as she stands up, causing you to glance up at her as she continues. “They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad, mostly he just ignores you….except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

You grin in amusement at her toast and hear scattered laughter fill the room, making her smile as she sits back down.

“Good,” her grandfather whispers to her, and you reach for her hand to offer her a sweet smile.

“Let us have some music,” the King orders, and the music plays.

You shift in your seat to face Aemond, but in that moment see Jacaerys walk over and offer his hand to Helaena.

When she notices him she seems surprised but doesn’t turn him down and lets him walk her over to dance.

And honestly, it’s a bit funny that Jacaerys is toying with Aegon like that. Furthermore, you’re a bit envious too.

But that soon passes as Aemond begins to caress your hand with his thumb. When you glance at him you share a smile before reaching over for the strawberry tarts.

“Are you going to eat dessert before your dinner?” Aemond comments right away.

You put a fresh strawberry tart on your plate and nod. “Yes. What about it? You want a bite, my beloved?”

Aemond scoffs. “Visenya eats better than you.”

You giggle. “Visenya is a picky eater. It seems she has acquired your tastes.” You grab a piece with your fork and offer the piece to him. “Come on. They’re fresh and delicious. Please.” You bat your lashes.

Aemond glances at the food you offer him and then looks back at you. He sighs and reaches for your fork to take the bite you offer him.

You beam at him when he passes you back your fork, and he just rolls his eyes and makes you giggle. You intend to add something, but you pause to stand up as the King is being carried away. It’s only when he passes the table that you sit back down and continue in your same content.

“I forgot to tell you…”

Aemond sits back down and looks at you as you speak to him.

“Visenya rolled her eyes at me the other day, just like you did just now.” You lean closer to him.

Aemond smirks. “Did she?” He asks in amusement. “I suppose she has inherited your attitude then?”

You shoot him a pointed look and scoff softly before you just brush it aside. “Sure, I won’t even try to argue that because we won’t get anywhere. Just know your daughter rolled her eyes.”

Aemond grins and chuckles softly at that. Yet that happiness is short lived because as soon as the pig is set down in front of the both of you he suddenly grows serious and slams his fist against the table before standing up.

“Final tribute,” he interjects and raises his cup, making you grab yours and watch him. “To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…” he pauses and everyone looks over at him and waits in the tension that was beginning to rise again.

“Hm,” he hums. “Strong,” he finishes, and you try not to, but you find his comment funny and can’t help but smirk and pass a mischievous glance at Lucerys sitting at the other side.

“Come,” Aemond continues and pushes his cup to Jacaerys. “Let us drain our cups to these three…”

You lift your cup without shame in support of Aemond, even if you catch Baela’s glare.

“…strong boys.”

“I dare you to say it again,” Jacaerys quickly snaps back.

“Why? It was only a compliment,” Aemond quips and begins to trudge over to him, making you and everyone around the table stand up to watch them—“Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Without a moment to think, Jacaerys swings his fist and punches Aemond across the face.

Of course you don’t worry, you know that doesnt hurt Aemond, it only ignites more amusement. You don’t even worry when Aegon slams Lucerys face against the table.

Sure you can’t say you liked throwing away your new friendship with Baela because of this, but Aemond was your family, your husband, so you don’t hesitate facing as she tries to storm over to Aegon and Aemond.

The moment she catches your taunting gaze she seems betrayed and only grows more furious, and you more amused; you offer her a cocky smirk, and proudly raise your head to show her you’re more than ready to fight if need be, even if you hear Alicent and Princess Rhaenrya try to stop what’s going on.

It’s not one of your—no, it is one of your proudest moments. Who are you kidding? Drama and fighting is a delight.

Baela doesn’t share your amusement though, especially not as Aemond shoves her betrothed to the ground with ease. But she can’t do anything about it, about your stance, or your threatening gaze since her sister holds her back.

“Rhaena!” She tries to call her sister off as she keeps holding your gaze.

You slowly begin to grin at her before Aegon walks over to you with pride over your actions.

He grabs your shoulder and turns you around.

“…though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs!” You hear Aemond say as he continues to storm back to Jacaerys.

Jacaerys manages to slip out of the guards hold and tries to storm over to Aemond to meet him in the middle, but Prince Daemon comes in between them first.

“Wait, wait!” He makes Jacaerys step back, and The Princess sends them away whilst Prince Daemon turns and meets Aemond’s gaze.

That’s the only time when you grow concerned and serious. As they hold each other's glares, since you know what they’re both capable of.

Luckily nothing happens though, Aemond just loses his smirk and hums before he walks away. You immediately pull away from Aegon and follow after Aemond back to your quarters.

He doesn’t speak the entire way there, nor when you find privacy inside your room. And you know better than to press him when he’s upset, at least right away. You let him keep to himself and get a bath fixed instead.

Like always he watches the flames of the fire dance in the fireplace and only breaks his eyes away when he hears you dip in. Yet he doesn’t say a thing, so you now interject.

“You will grow wrinkles at an early age if you keep scowling like that.” You sink deeper in and let your arm hang over the tub. “Why don’t you join me?”

Aemond stands up and pulls a chair to the side of the tub to sit beside you.

“I hoped you would join me inside,” you say and grab his hand to fiddle with his fingers.

Aemond sighs and meets your gaze. “I enjoy admiring you from here just fine. I find pleasure in watching you bathe.”

You smile before you rest your chin on his hand. “Like the first time?” You ask.

Aemond nods. “Yes.”

You grin, and he cups the side of your head to tilt your head up to face him. “When my father dies my brother will become King. A war will most likely start over the throne….” he sighs and averts his gaze.

That’s obvious. It’s been obvious since Aegon was born to King Viserys and he didn’t change his heir. Marrying Aemond forced you to a side whether you wanted to or not. You've never doubted your alliance though, not even when you didn't like him, nor when Visenya was born, so what does he mean by this?

“Yes,” you mutter unsurely. “What about it?” You pick your head off his hand and slightly narrow your eyes. “Is there something you wish to ask?”

Aemond shakes his head. “No, it is not that. Listen to me, y/n,” he makes himself clear and holds your hands in his. “No matter what was said at dinner by my mother, putting Aegon on the throne has always been the plan—”

“Yes,” you cut him off. “I know and I won't debate who I will side with because I know my answer, my answer is you. Not Aegon, you.” You lean in closer to him and hold his gaze. “Just you. If you want the throne for yourself I will fight for you—”

Aemond shifts in his seat and swallows thickly. “For myself?” He asks as if you don’t know what runs through his mind, as if you don’t know his worth.

You nod confidently. “We both know you are more suited for the throne than Aegon. I know you are more suited for it, and I know you deserve it. I know you Aemond—I like to think I do anyway. So, if you wish to fight for it I will side with you because I am your wife, and you are my husband.” You kiss his hands and smile up at him.

Meanwhile, Aemond lets his eyes linger on you in the silence that fell over you. He doesn’t move, or say a thing right away, he just stares at you for a moment before he slowly smiles and pulls his hands away from yours to grab your face and pull you in for a kiss.

You’re stunned by the action, thinking he would be upset, but he isn’t, so you kiss him back with a heated passion and don’t pull away until he does so he can rest his forehead agaisnt yours.

“And I want you as my Queen, at my side,” he says against your lips. “There is no one more fucking capable than you. The people love you, you do so much for them, people at court love you. You would make an excellent Queen.”

You scoff and shake your head. “I am not of Valyrian blood,” you murmur with insecurity.

Aemond pulls his face away and shakes his head. “Nor is my mother. You don’t need it, you are my wife, and far more worthy of that title than any other woman.”

The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile, and he continues.

“And I have an heir, Visenya. If not we’ll make one….”

He suddenly trails off and lowers his gaze. He lets his hands slip off your face, and you know right away what crosses his mind.

“But you won’t do it,” you interject.

Aemond sighs and shakes his head slowly. “No.”

You sigh and tilt your head to meet his gaze. “I will stand by your side regardless,” you assure him.

Aemond stands up and you watch him begin to strip off his clothes before he gets in the bath with you. As he rests his arms on the side of the bath, you crawl over to him, and he watches you carefully and with a smirk playing on his lips before grabbing your chin.

“There are things that I will most likely have to do for Aegon,” he finally says once you’re in front of him. “Things I will understand if you do not want to be a part of.”

You begin to smirk and scoff at him. “You know me, right?” You tell him and pull his hand off your chin to grab it. “I am not one to shy away from blood, or violence.”

Aemond begins to smirk.

“If you wish to burn down castles,” you continue softly and slither your hands over his arms. “I will be on that dragon with you. War is war. I will not cower away from it.” You reach for his face and shoot him a half cocky grin before pressing a kiss on his lips, and then staying inches away.

“I have your back, always,” you remind him and pull off his eyepatch to look at him as he is. “No matter what you do, my love. Until the end of my days.”

Aemond grins proudly, and caresses your chin before he cradles your face and presses a gentle kiss on your lips and murmurs against them. “I thank the gods everyday that they gave me to you.”

You scoff softly and avert your gaze, but he quickly tilts your head so you can meet his gaze to make himself clear. “I have your back. I will love you, until the end of my days.”

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