#so i must be extremely *aemond voice* strong

[snake-berry]

Stannis Baratheon

it is such a pain to draw this man... also for the most part im doing the normal house sigils over personal/cadet sigils so no heart of r'hllor 4 him

still taking requests for my asoiaf portraits series!

[leedamandy]

Mhaenyra Velaryon, blonde Hair like her mother.

Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Leanor Velaryon (Ser Strong)

16 yrs old -After Episode 8 of HOTD-

Aemond Targaryen x fem!OC (blonde strong) /Aegon II Targaryen x fem!OC (blonde strong)

°• Hēnkirī •°

(Together)

Part 1

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Out of breath, the young pretty girl with white-blond hair arrived at the walls of a parapet of her chambers. The cold of the stone penetrated through the skin on her hands and felt pleasant, for she was heated from walking so fast.

After such a dinner, who could blame her for leaving so quickly? Never one to get involved in her family's quarrels, she almost didn't notice them. Or at least tried with all her might. Her thin fingers slowly traced the splitting of the individual stones of the wall. The situation between her brothers Jayce and Luke, and her uncles Aegon and Aemond escalated. Not least because of the latter. The movements of her hand stopped. There was something incredibly whimsical about him, something inhuman. She had glimpsed it in his intact eye. Pure dislike. The words he spoke during his toast, he chose incredibly cunning and clever. Without a doubt, he was dangerous and not to be underestimated. Calming down, the girl decided she would try to talk to her mother about it.

Mhaenyra loved her mother with all her heart. They had a deep connection. The last six years on Dragonstone had been extremely comfortable and almost peaceful, but the young princess felt that those days were probably now numbered. Soon her grandfather, the king, would die. And then nothing would stand between Otto and Alicent Hohenturm and their family. Even at her tender age, young Velaryon knew about most of the political happenings around her.

She exhaled haltingly, letting fresh, cool air enter her lungs.

A sudden weight on her shoulders surprised her and she looked around quickly. The shiver that ran down her spine when she looked into the almost luminous eye of Prince Aemond was ice-cold.

He had put his heavy, noble cloak over her figure and was now staring at her. How had he come to be on the parapet? As if automatically, her eyes immediately searched the surroundings, finding some thick vines that the agile prince must have climbed up.

Mhaenyra tried to hide her shock. To suppress the tinge of fear. The prince continued not to say a word, he tilted his head silently. Then the princess found her voice again. "Thank you very much, uncle. Forgive me, I did not expect to find you here. At this hour." She sounded calm and in control, almost somewhat admonishing toward the end of her words. She had this quality in common with her mother. "Such a wind as tonight will chill you as swords do some men when they pierce them, princess. You should not catch cold."  His voice sounded harsh, yet not heartless. Mhaenyra could not interpret it.

Slowly, the prince moved away. He took a few steps backward without averting his gaze from the blonde woman, and ultimately eyed her figure. "Your concern honors me. I will be fine." Mhaenyra wrestled a gentle smile from herself. Silence enveloped the two and once again the prince tilted his head, a false smile gracing his lips.

"My coat suits you. Or is it the color green that flatters you?"

"What have you come here for?" With a hard face that was supposed to cover her uncertainty, she asked her question. "I came to invite you." The young man began to circle her unobtrusively. From one side of the railing, to the other. The princess's hands searched behind her for the protection of the cold masonry. An invitation? A blush rose in her cheeks. Just the two of them? Why else would he climb onto her balcony at night, surely not to convey a formal invitation? Before answering, she again suppressed her fear and excitement. The intimidating man was only her uncle. "An invitation? And that couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" Her voice grew louder and more determined. She pushed herself off the stone with her newfound strength. Aemond just smiled his creepy smile and remained silent.

After a few seconds of silence, Mhaenyra decided to strut past him, press his cloak into his hands and walk towards her chamber. This situation became too awkward and uncomfortable for her. Even if the prince made her feel insecure, he had such an attractive effect on her. This was something the princess had to put a stop to immediately, as soon as possible. Besides, she wanted to avoid being seen on the parapet. This evening was already eventful enough for all of them.

"Jaelan naejot sōvegon lēda ao va vaghar." (I want to fly with you. On Vaghar.)

Abruptly, the princess stopped. He was speaking high Valyrian. His accent was clearly audible and there were also trivial mistakes in his sentence structure, but it softened her mind immensely. She loved this language.

It was as if an invisible barrier between them had been broken.

Suddenly he seemed more human to her. Curious, Mhaenyra turned around, her blonde hair flying over her shoulder to her back like a fan. "Ao ȳdragon Valyrio Eglie?" (You speak High Valyrian?) Unlike before, she didn't try to hide her excitement. While the prince moved his chin towards the ground as a hint of an approving nod, the princess took a step towards him. He seemed to be waiting for a response.

"Va se zaldrīzes mazēdā?" (On the Dragon you stole?) She had raised her chin as she chose her words. Newfound confidence flowed through the blonde. Aemond didn't make a face. He did not avert his gaze from her eyes as he began to walk slowly, with large strides toward her. "Nyke addemmagon syt ziry." (I paid for it.) He stopped close to Mhaenyra and looked down at her. Aemond was much taller than Manhyra; she could feel his breath on her hairline. She did not flinch, however she felt weaker next to him. "Nyke gīmigon. Iksan vaoreznuni nūmāzma bona" (I know. I am sorry about that.) Ashamed, the princess lowered her head. "Is that so?" Now he sounded heartless.

She raised her head and looked him straight in the eye. "Yes. The whole event was an atrocity. Nothing about it should have happened."

With a snort, the prince shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His hand found its way to her cheek, his index finger brushing from her forehead over her left eye. The woman flinched, but his hand remained rigidly on her. She could not escape him.

A sudden knock snapped Mhaenyra out of her conversation. Immediately the pressure on her cheek was gone and with hurried steps she made her way inside the keep. "Who is there?" She exclaimed half aloud. "It is I, child." The Velaryon recognized her mother's voice and quickly looked at the parapet to send her uninvited guest away. But she found only the freezing wind on the balcony.

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Part 2

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Bound in Fire and Blood [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

Previous chapter || Series masterlist || Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: Contains spoilers for episode nine, The Green Council.

Chapter Eighteen: Then the Storm Broke….

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

"My princess."

You groaned a bit feeling someone shake you followed by the soft voice of a handmaiden. You turned a bit in your bed, pulling the covers over you. After the explosive fight between you and your husband the night before, Aemond decided to retire to his own chambers.

"Princess," The handmaiden repeated softly.

"Is it necessary to wake me up so early?" You groaned into your pillow.

"The King is dead, my princess."

You sat up slowly, furrowing your brows at the news. "What?" You asked quietly, feeling the tears stinging your eyes.

The handmaiden frowned while looking down at her hands. "He passed in his sleep."

You covered your mouth with your hand as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You were trying to wrap your head around the news. "I need to go to my husband," You said suddenly, flinging the sheets off of you.

"Princess, you need to get dressed," The handmaiden tried to tell you although you were already out of your chamber doors.

Aemond was tying his tunic when you walked into his chambers. He glanced over at you noticing how disheveled you were. He looked back down with furrowed brows before grabbing his jacket.

"I was already informed about father," He said quietly, buckling his jacket after slipping it on.

You did not hold back your emotions as you wrapped your arms around your husband, Aemond returning your hug tight. He was never one to show such affection, only showing it when the two of you were alone.

"It will be all right, my love," He whispered in your ear before kissing the side of your head.

You squeezed your eyes shut, nuzzling into his chest. As you felt his body warmth calming you, you forgot about the fight you had with him the night before. You must remember that he was still your husband and he would be with you in the hardest of times, even if you were not on the best of terms.

Aemond stroked your silver hair back lightly after kissing your head once more. He looked into your matching eyes, wiping away your tears.

"Come, let us get you dressed then go find mother."

You were wearing a tunic and breeches with your blue sapphire cloak to conceal your silver hair. Aemond held you close to him, his fingers dancing against the side of your belly. He did not want you to help come look for Aegon due to your condition, yet you were stubborn.

You glanced around the streets of Fleabottom, a frown tugging at your lips. You always believed the common people deserved better, especially the children. You had a bleeding heart for them, children being a blessing in this world.

“This is ridiculous,” Aemond scoffed after a moment, continuing to rub your side as you made your way through narrow paths.

“Do you mean your disguise, my dear husband?” You asked softly. “Because I do not believe there are many other Targaryens with one eye,” You teased, Ser Criston hiding an amused smirk as he walked on the other side of Aemond. Let’s just say Aemond’s complaining while wandering through Fleabottom was getting to him.

Aemond narrowed his eye a bit at you. He never enjoyed your tongue used in such a way, although he could never be too mad. He had a similar tongue to you. He pulled you closer to him, not saying anything.

“Why are we going this way?” You asked, confused as Aemond led the way towards a brothel.

Aemond blew out a breath. “Aegon took me to the street of silk on our thirteenth name day,” He replied not even looking at you knowing your face was turning red. “It was his duty as my brother, he said to ensure I was as educated as he was.”

You clenched your jaw as Aemond grabbed onto the door handle of the brothel. “At least that’s what I understood him to mean,” He said looking over at Criston while knocking on the door.

“I don’t follow,” Criston said with furrowed brows.

“He said, time to get it wet.”

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You stood beside your brother-husband, having obtained Aegon being a struggle. You glanced up at Aemond whose cheek was still a bit red, having slapped him after the whore house. Although it was six years ago, it still made you furious that he had been with another woman.

Your head turned towards Helaena and held her hand gently, smiling when she looked up at you. “You know everything will be all right, sweet sister,” You said softly.

Helaena looked over you, nodding a bit with a sad smile. She squeezed your hand lightly but stayed silent as the common folk was pushed into the Sept.

You kept a hold of your elder sister’s hand, the two of you waiting a bit nervously for Aegon and your mother to come. The two of you were even wearing similar colored dresses, yours only being a darker blue. She had always been your comfort when you needed it most and it seemed as though she needed comfort now more than ever.

Your breath caught in your throat watching as the conqueror’s crown was placed upon Aegon’s head. You frowned at your elder sister, noticing her not even looking at her husband. You rubbed her knuckles lightly letting her know everything would be okay.

As the crowd cheered for King Aegon, second of his name everyone seemed to be distracted while the ground rumbled and suddenly the wall burst open. You stared up in horror at the Queen who never was atop her dragon known as the Red Queen Meleys.

Aemond pushed you and Helaena behind him, as though he could protect you from dragon fire. You winced at the loud dragon roar before Rhaenys made her exit, more than likely returning to her false queen.

With Aegon the elder’s coronation, it was a declaration of war and it was only a matter of time before it began. It was unclear which side were to be the one to start the dance of the dragons.

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[ashley-jones]

A True Queen

Aemond Targaryen x Niece OC

OC Name: Aemma || Targaryen/Strong

During a hunt between the Hightowers and Targaryens, Aemma runs off after an argument between her and Deamon, and Aemond follows after her.

Warnings: Cursing, argument between step daughter and father, name calling, Platonic relationship between Aemond and Aemma despite being betrothed

"You need to keep your head up and guards up as well. For all we know these damn cunts could be planning something against us." Deamon spoke up towards those that sat around him in the carriage. "They're not gonna do anything. This was the kings wish before death. We are only to obey those wishes." Rheanrya softly spoke.

The king gave one wish to go on one last hunt with his whole family, before he rested in death. The Greens carriage was behind the Blacks, guards and knights surrounding each carriage from front to back. It felt like days before they finally came to a stop, the Blacks carriage door opening first. Rheanrya had her only daughter go first, Aemma, who stepped out with the help of Ser Erryk. Following by the rest of her family, Jace grabbing her hand and making his way towards the front and towards one of the larger tents, Luke and Joffrey quickly following behind with smiles.

"Go with your nephews and niece, all three of you.." Viserys ordered Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena. The three looked at one another before sighing and turning following after the dark haired children. The four siblings walked towards the back of the tent where the men could choose their ideal uniforms and weapons for the hunt.

Aemma heard the story of her mother's hunt plenty of times before today, how the white stag approached her proving her to be the proper heir to the throne. Her brothers where extremely excited, well Jace was excited, Luke and Joffrey where younger and didn't care as much, not have as much interest in the hunt like the oldest did.

So she stood listening to Jace talk about how he couldn't wait til kill the stag. "I don't think it should be killed, it such a majestic being." she gave her input but Jace just laughed at her earning a sharp glare from the female. She paid no mind to her uncle and aunt who didn't stand far from them. Joffrey picking up a large axe, the female quickly moving to him gently taking it. "I don't think so child." she spoke. "Come on let's go get something to eat hm?" she softly spoke. Joffrey smiled grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the table, Jace taking the axe before she got dragged away.

"She's such a looked, too bad she's a bastard." Aegon mocked watching Aemma get pulled by her brother. Jace dropped the axe quickly looking back towards Aegon. "I dare you to say that again." he growled. He turned and walked towards Aegon, Luke watching from afar. "She's a bastard, just like you three." Aegon whispered.

Jace was about to attack Aegon but Aemma stopped him. Her hand wrapping around his arm and looking up at him. "Don't.. Not here, not now." she whispered. "We're here for grandfather.. Once you hit those woods then get out your differences.." she muttered. Jace glared at her ripping his arm from her grasp, pushing her back a bit and walking away.

She lifted her gaze towards Aegon watching him closely. "Your older than me yet you act like 5 year old child." she spat. Turning away, lifting Joffrey from the floor and holding her hand out for Luke who quickly joined her, the siblings walking away without another word.

"Bitch.." Aegon whispered. Aemond let out a deep hum, while Helaena watched her niece walk away with a sad frown. Aemond's eye followed his niece as she sat down with Joffrey on her lap and Luke beside her, the two boys talking her ears off while she just smiled watching them both. She was the middle child, yet acted like the adult more than Jace could.

"Must be embarrassing to be betrothed to a bastard huh brother? At least you know she'll make a good breeding tool." Aegon mocked with a laugh to his voice. "Hold your tongue brother, before I rip it from your skull." Aemond coldly replied.

Aemond walked away from his siblings, and made his way towards the same area Aemma was sitting, actually bidding his father's orders and sat down across from her. She looked up smiling softly then looking back down at her brothers, who seemed the best at stealing her attention.

She had nothing to do with the night he lost his eye, she hadn't even been inside the palace that night. But when she heard of the news, she had visited the Red Keep only to be denied access, until Viserys found out she wasn't being allowed inside and snapped at the guards. She gifted him a sapphire stone, a real stone that glistened in the sunlight, and it was cut perfectly to fit his eye. She couldn't offer the apology he needed, but she still gave one.

Aemma quickly looked up and turned her head when Deamon called out her name. She looked down confused then gently set Joffrey down, fingers brushing through his hair as she stood and walked over towards her step father. He led her out of the tent away from everyone, her gaze moving to see Jace standing with his arms crossed, immediately seeing why Deamon wanted her.

She's grown tired of the yelling and arguments from Deamon. He didn't give a damn about anyone but her half brothers, his children, the rest of the children where just tools for him to use against the Greens. She was almost tempted to just turn around and walk back to the tent, because the same words have been repeated over and over to the point they're melted into her brain.

So she stood their listening to Deamon's insults and rants. Her gaze sitting on anything but him, Jace having went back into the tent to sit with his brothers, feeling accomplished for his doings.

"I am merely keeping peace between my uncles and brothers! We are here on order of the king, my grandfather, your brother who is on his death bed! The least the man deserves is a few lasting good memories!" she yelled. Her voice caught everyone's attention, looks and whispers surrounding her. She stepped back and turned around walking back inside going straight towards Jace.

"Have you grown so pathetic that you run to anyone that'll back you up on your words?" she spat towards her older brothers. "You think that white stag will approach you? You believe yourself worthy of it? I don't think you are, the only thing your worthy of is handing out cups and shields. It would finally give you something to good at." she growled.

Jace looked up at her with harsh eyes, but her cold look was harsher. She stepped back and turned around pushing her dark strands of hair back, walking away pushing past guards and knights.

She grabbed onto the reigns of her horse, Midnight, mounting her and quickly riding off. Rheanrya stood off to the side watching her daughter with a sad gaze, sighing quietly and looking down. But when she looked up again, ignoring Deamon's present beside, instead watching as her youngest half brother followed after the girl.

"Should I go with my lady?" Ser Erryk questioned. "Yes, make sure she doesn't go far." Rheanrya whispered. The knight nodded making his way towards his horse, mounting and following after the princess and prince.

Aemma pulled Midnight to a slow gallop, looking over the cliff side watching the sunset. It made her think of Seasmoke, the dragon that belonged to her 'Father' Leanor before he was killed. She had approached the dragon that night, as he was sitting on his rock staring at the sea. She wasn't looking to claim Seasmoke, just wanting to look at something that belonged to her father. But when Seasmoke had turned to her, it felt almost like he claimed her, walking to her pressing his large head into her as she cried, and mourned her father's death. Since then the two where inseparable, riding him every morning through the clouds of early dawn, watching the sun rise with one another.

She was the last child in the red keep to get a dragon, which had her and Aemond on the teasing side of the line when it came to the rest. But it never bothered her like it did Aemond, growing up with Jace she had to get use to the constant teasing and mocking.

"Do you always just run off to stare at clouds?" Her uncle spoke up from behind her. "No, usually I fly to look at clouds." she simply answered. "And usually when someone runs off they wish to be alone." she added looking back towards Aemond. "Kepus." she softly spoke. "Niece." he replied. He removed himself from his own horse, tying him carefully to a tree, the female watched him then looked up seeing Ser Erryk moving in towards them.

"Really can't be alone can I..?" she whispered. She clicked her tongue making Midnight take it off, Ser Erryk quickly following after her, leaving Aemond to watch in amusement.

Midnight galloped through every path until Ser Erryk could no longer be heard behind them. She unmounted Midnight walking towards the edge of the cliff. She lifted her chin letting out a high pitched whistle that surrounded the woods and soared through the air.

Ser Erryk had made his way back towards the prince, sighing to himself. The whistle could be heard making both men looked towards the woods area. Then the sounds of large wings flapping, and then the clouds split, the beautiful white scaled dragon came into view, flying over the woods then landing, causing the ground to shake slightly.

"Thought we couldn't have dragons.." Aemond spoke. "Caraxes, Syrax, and Seasmoke came.. But I didn't realize they where so close." Ser Erryk answered. Aemond was already on his horse, making his way towards his nieces placement, leaving Ser Erryk to his place, a sigh escaping the knight as he just let the two be.

Midnight rested aside eating away at the grass, while Aemma gently stroked Seasmoke's scales, her head pushed agaisnt her riders chest letting out low growls that could resemble purrs. But Seasmoke lifted her head quickly looking towards Aemond as he approached growling deeply. "Rytsas Kepus." she softly spoke. "Bantus zōbrie issa se ossyngnoti lēdys." (The night is dark and filled with terrors.) he rasped. "Iksan daor mirrī riña, kostan handle mirrī angotan hen ossyngnon." (I'm not a little girl, I can handle a little bit of terror.) she replied.

"Sometimes nyke nārhēdegon so jiōraton aōha Kepa zaldrīzes." (Sometimes I forget you got your father's dragon.) he spoke looking up at Seasmoke. She looked at him with surprise then smiled looking up at Seasmoke. "I didn't go to her to claim her, but for comfort after I found out about Le.. my father.." she spoke, her words twisting at the end. A sigh left her, head pressing into Seasmoke who pushed back.

"Ao've māzigon naejot terms lēda issare iā nādrēsy." (You've come to terms with being a bastard.) he spoke. She cringed at the word 'bastard', Seasmoke seeming to have the same reaction because she growled and huffed at the same time. "Eman daor iderennon." (I have no choice.) she whispered.

"But even if I am a bastard uncle, I know I was born of love, I know I was loved by both of my parents, Leanor included. I hold my strong name with honour, even if I can't come forth about it to those around me. I love Leanor like he was my father.. No he was my father, as was Harwin Strong, he trained me, taught me to be true to myself, while Leanor taught me to ride a dragon, to read, helped me with my High Valryian. Stitched me up when I was wounded, and held me when I had a nightmare. I grew up with love all around me, so yes I have come to terms with being a bastard, and there isn't a thing you can say to me that would change my mind." she spoke up.

Seasmoke pressed harder onto her, giving her the comfort she deserves. The sound of branch snapped caught both riders and the dragons attention. Heads turning towards the woods, a large white stag coming into the last bit of light coming to a complete stop, looking towards the girl.

Aemma's heart began pounding roughly against her chest, purple eyes sitting on the white stag. Seasmoke lifted herself standing straight behind her rider. Aemond slowly removed his hand from his sword, watching the stag, then looking towards his niece.

The deer looked away, turning and running off leaving them. "Aemma." Aemond muttered. "I know." she whispered. The first hunt with her mother was a total of 20 years ago, where the white stag approached her and Ser Criston Cole. Now Aemma at the age of 16, stood watched the white stag that had just approached her run off into the woods, the rest of the sunset glow disappearing into the darkness of clouds.

"We should head back." he spoke. "I'll take Midnight if you want to ride back on Seasmoke." Aemond suggested. Aemma nodded smiling towards her uncle, then towards Seasmoke. The drag stepped back then shifted lowering himself allowing her to gently climb into his saddle. He took a few steps forward then took to the sky, letting out a whistled roar.

Aemond watched her departure, then took hold of Midnights reigns clicking his tongue for her to follow him. He didn't see her as a bastard, she was too kind, her smile too pretty, and her heart filled with too much love. She wasn't wrong when she grew up surrounded by love with both Leanor and Harwin Strong. He wasn't angry about being betrothed to her, despite the constant teases from Aegon, he wasn't upset about it, because he knows she would be an amazing wife, and an amazing mother to their future children.

He loves her, even if it isn't in a relationship type of way, but he loved her as her uncle. And as that he would take care of her, protect her, and love her.