#and gevie picks up on who he really is

[somniumfae]

thinking abt how all of gevie’s relationships w her friends involve them seeing through each other in some way

[parkpeach02]

Royally Yours II Aemond Targaryen

Part II.

summary || "And life went on. It was not the same. But it went on."

warnings || angst, frenemies to lovers, minor smut, death, incest, explicit words, mention of violence.

a/n || reblogs, comments and like are all really appreciated!

Part I. || Part ll. || Part lll. || Part lV. || Part V. || Part VI.

It's been years since I last visited King's Landing. I missed the familiar corridors and the garden in the middle of the palace. I missed running and stamping my feet on the hard stone floors. All these memories came to mind as I flew on my beautiful dragon. A cool breeze blew through my hair and tickled my skin.

Recently, when news came through the raven that the King was bedridden and his illness was overtaking him, my mother decided that we should all travel to King's Landing to be there for our grandsire. As my mother was about to give birth to another Targaryen, they decided to travel by boats and carriages, while I convinced my mother to let me ride my dragon.

Just as I came to my senses I could see the palace and surrounding buildings. I steered Viserion, my beautiful ice-blue dragon, towards the dragon pit and landed him carefully. The dragon keepers had already gathered around him to guide him safely into the pit. I slid down from the saddle, ruffled my riding attire and let my hand slide slowly over his body until I reached his head.

"Gevie zaldrīzes!" I whisper to my dragon as I press my head onto his. I say goodbye to my dragon and thank the keepers for protecting him. I am walking towards the entrance when I hear the familiar click and scrape of swords. It is music to my ears.

I have always been grateful that my father never shied away from teaching me and my brothers how to use swords. He even gave me the most beautiful dagger with a black handle and gold details, which I always carry with me when I wear my riding attire.

As I step closer to where the noise came from, I put my hands behind my back and survey the commotion in front of me. People have gathered around two male figures who are engaged in some kind of practise fight. I recognise the dark-haired man in the silver armour immediately, Sir Criston Cole, an amazing knight but a terrible man. But I do not recognise the other figure.

Tall, slenderly built, leather clothes, beautiful silver hair. He was of Targaryen blood and as he turns, his eyepatch visible. Has it been so long that Aemond grew before your eyes into a man you do not recognise. He really is beautiful. But the way he handles the sword only makes me curious. I quickly walk over to the table where various swords, daggers and other weapons are displayed. I let my fingers glide over the cold metal and pick up the sword I always choose when I practise here.

I move carefully among the people, trying not to be spotted. And just at the moment when Aemond's back is turned to me, I make my presence known, raise the sword and point it at his neck, just as he did to Sir Criston Cole. The people gasp immediately and the guards draw their swords.

"Is this the way you treat a princess? No, is this how you treat the heir to the Iron Throne!" I exclaim as I look into the faces of the guards who have drawn their swords. They all regret their actions and immediately bow apologetically. Sir Criston Cole turns away from the prince, while Aemond slowly turns to me.

His lips twitch and his eye sparkle. His face is amused. It takes him a moment to connect the name with the face, but the recognisable scar on your face ruins the whole mystery.

"Long time no see, my beautiful niece!" His voice is soft and enchanting.

"Do you dare?" I ask, still holding my hand with the sword at his neck. He looked at me for what felt like an eternity until he took a few steps back and raised his hand.

As soon as our swords clicked for the first time, people began to gather. I can not lie, Aemond is a skilled swordsman, but my father taught me better. I move around quickly, clutching my sword tightly. And in the blink of an eye, we were both at each other's throats, his blade touching my neck as mine did the same. We both gasp, our hair sticking to our skin, but we do not break eye contact. I feel his gaze on my scar as he feels my gaze on his.

Then we both drop our swords and embrace. It felt strange to be shorter than him, because I always teased him about his height. His heart was beating fast, right where my head was. I hugged him tightly again before loosening the embrace.

"I missed you, my prince!" A small smile on my face. I can see his cheeks change colour.

"I have missed you my princess, you sure have grown into a beautiful woman!" He takes my hand in his and slowly brings it to his lips as he presses a small kiss to my knuckles, never breaking eye contact. This intimate moment leaves me speechless.

After our greeting, we make our way inside the palace. The familiar walls of the palace feel unfamiliar and colder than they used to be.

"I see a lot has changed here." I remark.

"Mhm."

"You have changed." I slow my walk and turn slightly to face him. I bring my hand up to his face and run my finger lightly over his healed scar.

"It's been quite a long time since you were last here, people grow, you know." His sarcastic remark only elicits a laugh from me.

"I guess I got my eye for an eye." Sadness spreads across my face as I study his face.

"Do not be sad about your brother's actions, after all, I gained a dragon." He places his hand on mine.

"I am sorry Aemond, if I had been there I could have stopped him."

"It's not your fault, my princess." He smiles gently.

Our moment was interrupted when I heard my mother's voice echoing through the corridors.

"You have arrived, my sweet daughter!" She exclaims as she opens her hands to embrace me.

"I missed you, mother." I put my head on her shoulder as she hugs me tightly.

"You stink of dragon!" She exclaims. Aemond laughs at her statement, whereupon I turn my head and stare at him.

Aemond apologises shortly afterwards and takes his leave of us with a slight bow.

"I dare say he's grown quite beautifuly." My mother nudges me as we watch Aemond leave. I tried hard not to show my mother the slight blush that threatened to creep onto my face. Aemond and I were always together when we were younger. I was always the one to scold the others when they teased him, and our shared scars only brought us closer.

If it was not for our family rivalry, we might've had a chance of being betrothed. I utter a sad sign as my mother snaps me out of my thoughts and drags me to my assigned chambers.

"I have instructed the maids to prepare a bath for you so you can wash up before dinner, but before that you should pay your grandsire a visit." She informs me as she leaves so that I can have a bath and freshen up.

After my bath, I dry my damp body and get dressed with the help of the maid. I chose one of my favourite dresses for tonight. It was red with black details. It had longer sleeves that reached my elbow. The dress had a corset that, when laced, charmed my chest. It always went well with my hair down.

I brushed my hair one last time before leaving my chambers and making my way to King's.

The guards announced me and opened the heavy doors for me. As I took the first steps into the room, I felt sorrow and sadness spreading. The once brightly lit room was now grey and reeked of candles and incense. Grandsire's heavy breathing fills the silent room. I quietly walk over to the bed and carefully sit down on it, taking Grandsire's hand in mine.

"Rhaenyra, is that you?" He asked in confusion, panic gripping his poor mind.

"No, dear grandsire , it is I, Aemma. I have come from Dragonstone to pay you a visit." Talking to him like that felt bitter sweet.

"Aemma, you have come back. It has been so long. Why did you leave me, Aemma?" Sadness in his voice.

When he calls my name for the second time, I sense that he is not asking me, but his dear late wife, with whom I share my name.

"Yes, Your Grace, it has been a long time. But I am here now." I gently caress his hand and bend down to kiss his cheek before leaving his chambers.

With a heavy heart, I make my way to the dining hall where we were all to have dinner. As I walk through the corridors, my dress ruffles against my legs and drags on the floor. It was not long before I turned around and stood in front of the doors of the chamber. The guards opened the door for me and I entered. It was the same place where I had received my scar, which gave me a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. When I catch sight of my parents, I walk towards them.

And just like the years before, I sit on the same chair, watch the same people and surprisingly eat the same food. I guess some things have not changed.

"Did you visit your grandsire?" My mother asks, as I take my seat.

"I did." I let out a sad sigh. My father puts his hand on mine and squeezes it, assuring me that everything will be all right.

"We should pray before we eat." Says the Queen, looking around the table to see if anyone agrees. No one said anything, but she carried on anyway.

"May the Mother look down on this gathering with love. May the blacksmith mend the bonds that have been broken for too long. And Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods grant him rest." The Queen opens her eyes and indicates that we should eat.

I try to enjoy my meal when Aegon decides to speak between Jace and Baela, which makes me sit up and listen which was not the best idea. After his little remark, Jace stands up and all attention is on him. Before he can say anything, Aemond stands up and gets my attention. He is standing up for Aegon, how convenient.

To make matters even funnier, I decide to stand up as well. Aemond stares at me from across the table before sitting back down. I just look at him through my eyelashes, head held high, and then sit down again.

Jace gives his speech, choosing his words carefully, which makes me laugh. After Jace came Haelena, who congratulated Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena on their betrothal. She then made a little remark on behalf of Aegon that made me and my father laugh.

So far, I'm actually having a good time. Our family dinners have never gone smoothly, but maybe this time it'll be better. Jace and Healena are dancing, Luke and Rhaena are laughing, everyone is happy for once. But when I look up, I already see one eye looking intently at me. I raise my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he's staring at me like that, but he doesn't move.

He looks like a statue, sitting so perfectly and not even blinking. Our contact is interrupted by a maids placement of a roasted pig. I can already hear Luke's laughter next to me. When I look at Aemond, his whole mood changes and he slamms his fist on the table, startling me.

"Final tribute to the health of my nephews. Each of them handsome, wise, ...." Begins Aemond as he raises his glass.

"Mmm. Strong. Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys." He says, while exaggerating the word "strong".

"I dare you to say that again!" Speaks up Jace.

"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?" And in seconds, Jace strides towards Aemond while swinging his hand and punching him. I'm surprised that Aemond didn't even move, but I see that Aegon is getting closer to Luke, so I stand up, push Luke behind me, and grab the closest cutlery knife and hold it to Aegon's throat. Everyone silent.

"I dare you to lay so much as a finger on him, and you'll see what happens!" I grit my teeth and advance the knife slightly.

"Aemma, let go of the knife." Says my mother as she carefully walks towards me.

"You deserve to pay for what you did to me, you worthless cunt, only taking up space and air from this world!" I spit and stand firm.

"Yes, Aemma, let go of the knife." Aegon scoffs.

I watch Aemond move closer behind him.

"Who knows what'll happen, maybe you'll end up with another scar. And I'm sure you don't want that, as it seems you're already hard to want. Even your bastard brothers are betrothed before you, an heir to the throne!" He spits out his last words, igniting a fire in my chest.

"Aegon, that is enough!" The queen shouts.

"Aemma, let go." Aemond's soft voice breaks my trance and I look at him.

"Why are you defending him? I thought you were after the throne. Wouldn't it be easier if I got rid of him now?" I ask him as my voice bounces off the stone walls.

"Aemma." I huff out and give in, but before I drop the knife, I nick Aegon's skin just enough to make it bleed a little and make him wince in pain.

I break eye contact with Aegon and turn my gaze to Aemond. I walk over to him, still holding the knife. Before anyone can think that I'm about to attack him, I ram the knife into his chest.

"I was willing to kill him for you and you'd rather protect him. You're even less of a man than he's." I whisper to him, not wanting others to hear. I take a step away from him and glare at him before leaving the chambers.

I've never felt so alive. As soon as I leave the chambers, tears run down my cheeks. I didn't know I could feel so many emotions at once. I'm angry at Aegon and his hurtful words, but I'm even angrier at Aemond for standing up for him. I felt all along that he was my person despite our family problems. Before I enter my chambers, I order the guards to send a maid upstairs with a pitcher of wine, then I go into my chamber and immediately take off my shoes.

It wasn't only this evening that stirred up all the emotions in me, but also the situations that led up till this evening, and the familiar scene with Aegon only drove me more insane. Even after Aegon scared me, I tried to make excuses for him, but the way he wanted to hurt Luke sparked something inside me.

While I'm trying to untie my corset, someone knocks on the door, the guards open and a maid holds a tray in her hands.

"Where shall I place this, my princess?" She asks politely, but that only annoyed me.

"Put it on the table!" I snap. She hastily puts it down and as she's about to leave, I call out to her.

"Wait. I need help with my dress." I say, getting tangled in my dress. She comes over to me and carefully unties the ribbons of the corset and loosens them. When she's done, she bows and leaves the chambers.

I go over to the table and pour myself a full glass of wine, drink it to the bottom, pour myself another and repeat the whole thing until the pitcher is half empty. The glass with some wine in my hand as I try to walk to my bed. My low alcohol tolerance has taken quite a toll on me. I let out a sigh as I sit down on my bed. Just as I am about to drink the last drops of wine, someone knocks on the door. At this godly hour. When I say nothing, there is another knock.

"Come." I try to shout, but it barely leaves my mouth as I struggle to keep my composure. I look towards the door and see a slim figure enter. He observes the room and then his eye falls on me. The dress I was wearing lays scattered on the floor where I had left it, my shoes each on opposite sides of the room and a red wine stain on the embroidered white tablecloth where the pitcher stood, the glass in my hand. My face was red from dried, salty tears.

"Aemma..." He began, his voice soft. I walk over to the table and set the glass down on it. I walk towards the fireplace, expecting him to leave as I turn my back to him

"Aemma, I am sorry about what happened at dinner, but he's my brother." He says as he walks towards me. He wraps his hands around my waist and slowly lets out a breath on my skin that sends a shiver down my spine.

He lowers his head and gently places his lips on my neck. I let out a breathed sigh and lean against him. His trail of hot and wet kisses on my neck wakes me from the trance he has put me in.

"No Aemond!" I cry out as I push him off me.

"You made a fool of me, a fool because I thought you would not stand by Aegon, and then you come here expecting forgiveness!" I run my hand through my hair and pour myself another glass of wine.

"You have had enough." He says. I pour the wine, turn to him and drink it all. A few drops of wine still stick to my lips as I lick the remains and as I look at him, I throw the glass. The glass falls next to where he was standing and shatters into pieces.

"Where were you all when Aegon drank his conscience away and came at me with the knife. And I never asked him to apologise, but watching you two try to hurt my brothers is just a low way to get what you want, and you of all people, Aemond, should know that." I say calmly, which surprises him, as I was shouting just a few seconds ago. I walk over to him and lift my head to look at him.

"You broke me, Aemond. You and Aegon broke me. Aegon broke me physically when he left me with this scar. I can not look at anyone anymore without thinking if they think I am beautiful or if they are staring at this disgusting scar on my face. It took me so long to accept myself again. But you Aemond, you broke me emotionally. You were my person, we were supposed to be the end game. You were the only person I could talk to, share my problems with and you would understand because we had the same struggles and scars. But when you stepped next to Aegon tonight, you became someone I did not recognise." I say as tears cloud my vision.

He slowly raises his hands to my face to cup it as his thumbs wipe away the tears that have fallen. It takes all my strength to push him away from me, but at that moment I am weak. He notices my condition and gently presses me against him and embraces me. I lean my head against his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. Tears are still streaming down my face. He lays his head on mine and we just stand there in the silent room, only the fire crackling.

I feel myself getting sleepy and my legs give way as I tighten my grip around Aemond's waist. He senses my tiredness as he slowly lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and he walks over to the bed. He sets me down and pulls the sheets over me. Surprisingly, he lowers his head and gives me a kiss on the top of my head and as he turns to leave, I grab his hand.

"Will you stay with me?" I ask, not sure of his answer. He turns fully to face me and I see his lips twist into a small smile.

"Always." His voice sounds soft. Then he moves to the other side of the bed, taking off his boots and jacket. He is now wearing only leather trousers and a white loose shirt, and his hair falls loosely over his shoulders. But before he lies down, he takes a deep breath and slowly reaches out to touch his face.

"You do not have to take it off if you feel uncomfortable." I say as I sense what he is about to do. He looks at me with a strange emotion in his eyes and to my surprise he takes off the leather eye patch revealing his shimmering blue sapphire eye. He places the eye patch on the table beside the bed and carefully climbs onto the bed. As he lies down, I turn to him and he turns to me. Carefully I lift my hand and stroke his face with it. I have never seen his eye before. I always liked the way his scar looked, but now it looked even more beautiful.

"It is beautiful." I exhale, unaware that he has heard me. He smiles just a little and closes his eyes as I glide my fingers over the scar.

"I believe only you think so, my princess." He says and takes my hand in his and moves it away from his face. Normally I would take that as a sign that my hand is bothering him, but instead he brings it to his lips, just like the first day I came here, and gently kisses my palm and knuckles, sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe it's still the wine coursing through my veins, but I use my other hand to pull myself upright and swing my leg over his waist, he straightens up and leans back against the bed frame.

I place both my hands on his face and caress his soft cheeks. I lean forward inches from his face, look into his eyes and see his gaze fall on my lips, I exhale and kiss him softly. I lean my body against his as he holds onto my waist and gently pulls at the silky fabric of my nightgown. His lips were soft and warm. It felt like a dream. Aemond caresses my face and deepens the kiss as I tangle my hands in his hair and pull at the hair tie holding his hair up. He breaks the kiss and we both catch our breath.

"Why did you stop?" I say as I tilt my head in confidence. My hands travel down and up his chest to unbutton his shirt. With each button, I look into his eyes and slowly let my fingers slide over his bare skin. Slight shivers ran through his body as the first button came undone. His breath caught every time I went deeper. Before I could open the last button, he held my hands tightly, leaving me in anticipation. He takes a minute before reconnecting our lips, placing his hand on my lower back and turning us around on the bed. He places my hands over my head and travels down my neck. A slight moan escapes my lips.

He pushes my nightgown up, leaving my legs free as he runs his fingers over them. Aemond lets his hands wander wherever they want, touching the most sensitive spots. As he spreads my legs, he positions himself in the space between them. His lips are on my neck again and he sinks his teeth in slightly so he can hear more of those sweet rattles he craves. I tangle my hands in his hair and pull him to my face to reconnect our lips. Aemond rips open the rest of the nightgown that covered my chest so quickly that I cry out in surprise.

"That was my favourite dress!" I exclaim as the loose strands of the torn dress hang loosely down my body. He kisses me more intensely as he pulls away.

"I'll bring you ten more." He says as he leans on his knees and takes off his white shirt, exposing his chest. He also discards his leather trousers and brings his body to me. Aemond carefully grabs the shreds of my dress as he looks at me before just tossing them away. As I place my hands on his back, I feel his skin grow hot under my fingertips.

"You are so beautiful my princess" He says in a soft and gentle voice. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine again as I feel a sensation between my legs and dig my nails into his skin. He moves our bodies slowly and in unison. His soft moans and breaths make me dizzy with pleasure.

I pull my legs up and wrap them around his waist, pressing him into me. I arch my back as I feel myself getting closer to him and tighten my legs, making him moan into me and bury his head in my neck. He rocks our bodies back and forth a few more times until we both reach our high.

We lie next to each other gasping for air, drenched in sweat and with hair on our foreheads, only a single sheet covering our naked bodies. I move closer to Aemond and rest my head on his chest. He puts his hand around me and rests it on my back. I listen to his breathing and his heartbeat and feel my eyes grow heavy as sleep takes possession of me.