#soft Aemond

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

The Dragon and the Dragon-less

Pairing: Aemond x Strong niece reader

Summary: The night Aemond had lost his eye, his sweet niece was the only one to provide him any sense of comfort. Many years later, when she returns to Kings Landing with her family, what should become of the two? ;)

Warnings: bad ship terminology (idk boats y'all sorry), Rhaenyra being kind of a bad mom (love her tho), Targcest/incest, softer Aemond, smut in the dragon pits, this one is kind of long haha

AN: Hey y'all! Since my first fic seemed to be received so well (thanks so much to everyone for that:) I decided to write another one! I'm staying on the Aemond train since I've never left it since day one haha. Let me know tho if there are any requests!

PS: I haven't gone through and totally edited this so don't mind the spelling or grammar issues if there are any!!

It had been awful, you remembered hearing the screaming and shouting from your chambers. The screeching having woken you up from a rather pleasant dream about eating cake–

In nothing but your night clothes, and a quilt draped around your shoulders, you padded down the chilly hallways of Dragonstone. 

“ – it was my sons who were attacked!” You hear your mother yell. Concerned you took a few more steps forward, finally able to make out the scene before you. Your mother and your brothers to one side, while Alicent and her boys on the other, the fire raging in the hearth between them. 

Your wide lilac eyes meet those of your stepfather, Prince Daemon, he reaches a hand out towards you as if to say “Come here”. Your feet did not move, rooted to the spot, eyes glancing around the room once more. You see something you hadn’t noticed before, Aemond, in the corner of the room, surrounded by maesters. A hand over his eye, thick, sticky fluid oozing from between his small fingers. Gasping, your own hands fly to cover your lips, perhaps to muffle the noise, or maybe to tame the scream building in your throat. Aemond’s healthy eye meets yours, pain, sadness but most of all fury over taking his features. 

Just then your mother turns to meet you, her gaze worried and frantic, “My sweet girl! You should return to your chambers this is no sight for you dearest,” her hand, also bloody you notice, rests above her heart.

“Mother, w-what has happened? Aemond, h-he, is he alright–” You begin to question, Daemon takes a step towards you and you take one forward into the room. Your concerned gaze flits over to Aemond once more. Despite the fire in the hearth, the chill of the room has set into your bones, causing you to pull the quilt tighter around your shoulders. 

“Come now byka zaldrīzes (little dragon) let us return you to your quarters. Aemond will be fine,” Your father attempts to comfort you. Maybe you are too tired to argue, or too shocked, your mind still attempting to comprehend what has happened. But you let your father guide you back to your chambers, the quilt trailing behind you like a cloak. 

With a lullaby and a pat on the head, Daemon bids you good night once more. Closing the door softly behind him, his heavy footsteps receding off into the distance, presumably back to your mother and brothers. It feels like hours as you stare at the ceiling, listening, straining your ears for even just a morsel of information. But the halls beyond your door remain as silent as the grave. The chill in your bones is stubborn, making you shiver. Sitting up and swinging your feet over the side of the bed, you wrap the quilt around your shoulders once again. As silently as possible, you open the door, the hall is empty save for the torches lining the walls. You’re bathed in the fiery orange glow as you step fully into the hall. 

You’re not quite sure where your feet carry you until you turn the corner and are met with Ser Criston Cole. His tall stature taking up the door frame of the young prince's room, his gold cloak behind him like an inverse shadow. It’s not until you come to stand in front of him that he addresses you. 

“Princess, you should not be here. You should return to your chambers,” He looks down his nose at you. Your knuckles turn white from the tight grip you have on the quilt.

“Please, Ser, I must see the Prince. What has happened to him? I must know if he is alright–” 

“Your brothers have maimed him. Who’s to say you aren’t here to do the same? Perhaps your whore of a –” The door behind him creaks a bit, one of the maesters appears in its place. Bloodied rags and a needle are held in his hands. He sighs “The prince says she may pass Ser Cole,”

With one last look of annoyance and a warning mumbled under his breath, the knight lets you pass. The room is dark, lit only by a few candles on the bedside table. Aemond’s hunched form lays on the bed, the blankets up to his chin. As you make your way closer you can see the true horror of what has happened this evening. Where his eye once was, now lays only marred flesh, red and angry, the stitches pull at the swollen skin. You gasp, shocked, a sick feeling settling into the pit of your stomach.

“Ugly isn’t it?” Aemond asks you, bitterness lacing his voice. As he speaks you make your way to his side, sitting lightly on the bed, next to his hip. Your small hand searching for his under the covers, to comfort him, or maybe to warm your own. 

“H-how did this happen? Who could possibly have–”

“Your brothers. Lucerys stole my eye. But an eye for a dragon is a fair price to pay is it not niece?” A proud, sad smile graces his features. While your brothers had dragons since they were but babes, you were not as lucky. Syrax had not laid a full nest, and your mother had decided it was best to give your brothers the two eggs. All the while you have remained dragonless. 

“Vhagar is now mine, and on the morrow, we shall leave this wretched place. And I will fly on dragon back to the Red Keep.” His singular lilac eye meets yours. “I promise you, sweet niece, one day I shall take you for a ride on dragon back. Show you the freedom that comes with it,” His previously bloodied fingers intertwined with yours. 

“I would like that very much uncle,” Looking down at your joined hands, a small smile of your own matching his. 

— — — — — — —

The waters of the sea lap against the side of the ship, the slap against the wood echoing around you. Overpowered only by the screeching of your family's dragons above you. Alone, you ride on this ship, well alone save for the ship hands and captain assigned by your father. Still, at the age of nine and ten, you remain dragonless, made to travel to the Red Keep by boat.

Your brothers claim to Driftmark had come into question, prompting the visit back to your old home. You hadn’t been back here since–

Your mother and father had determined it best to keep the family at Dragonstone after Aemond lost his eye. Although you had always suspected part of the reasoning for that was your mothers fear of retribution from Alicent for what your brother had done. Perhaps it was a long time coming though, your brothers as well as Aegon had picked on Aemond ruthlessly for years prior to that night. You had been spared only by the simple facts that you were a little girl, and just weren’t in there presence as much. Despite your pleas to join in the yard for training you had been denied, and turned towards the library instead to study “things more befit for your station” as your mother had put it.

“We shall dock shortly Princess,” the ship captain’s voice drifted to you from behind the wheel. You stood on the platform with him, looking beyond the masthead, you see Syrax and Caraxes land in the dragon pits. You sigh, it looks like you’ll arrive alone at the Red Keep, not expecting your mother to wait for you. Her and Daemon needed to prepare for the events of tomorrow. 

Arriving at the Keep felt haunting, the lack of a welcome only contributing to that fact. Once docked, you were met by a singular carriage and it’s driver. The captain had assured you that your belongings were to be delivered to your chambers shortly. For all your fathers faults he did have good trust and faith in those he employed. The ship’s captain had been with your families since you were a girl. He and yourself not unfamiliar with these lonesome journeys. 

The gates of the Red Keep came into view as you rolled over the bumpy roads of Kings Landing. Gold Cloaks lined the gate’s walls, closing the massive gate doors behind you, shutting you in, locking you within the castle grounds. The carriage comes to a jumpy halt, the driver offering you his hand as you disembark your ride. Your fingers slip into his as your boots squelch in the mud below you, the clanging of swords and metal meet your ears. 

“Nephews, have you come to train?” A voice says, one you could not recognize. From across the yard you see your brothers, you wave to them, hoping to catch their eye. Luke turns his head towards you, a small smile playing at his lips. Noticing this, the source of the voice follows his gaze, a singular lilac eye meeting yours.

“Niece, how you have grown–” Aemond’s lone eye takes in your figure. My how you’ve grown indeed. Last time he had seen you you barely came up to his chin, your silver locks a messs contained in small braids. The flush that never seemed to leave your cheeks remained however. You had grown taller, still standing shorter than himself, which he finds excites him a bit. More than it should perhaps. You had grown into yourself in a way that was very pleasing to his eye, your face fuller and lovely. Your curves soft and plush, inviting him to touch and caress them. 

“Uncle,” you offer him a small curtsey. You can hear Jace scoff, as if annoyed by the action. Wanting yo say more, but not knowing what, you continue to look at one another. Your own eyes take in your uncle, he had grown taller, much taller. His muscles lean and corded beneath his tunic. His silver hair almost as long as yours, is pulled back slightly in a braid. Some hanging free, escaping their confines during his sparring. His eye was now covered in an eyepatch, made of black leather, the tops and bottoms of the scar still visible even with it on. 

The arrival of another carriage turns your gaze to the left, where you yourself had arrived only moments ago. Vaemond Valaryon steps out of the carriage and into the yard, sparing a glance at the Prince and your brothers. A look of disgust crosses his face as he lays his eyes on Luke. 

— — — — — — —

The meeting to question Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark is long and dull, at least in the beginning. Mustering his limited remaining strength your grandsire had sat the thrown. Disputing Otto and Alicent in their claims. He looks horrible you think. His skin looks to be gray and sloughing off of his bones. The Stranger would be coming for him soon. It is not until Vaemond brings into question your brother’s parentage once again, that the apprehensive peace shatters. 

“And she is a–”

“Say it,” your father’s hand that rests on the hilt of Dark Sister tightens, knuckles whitening. 

“ – a WHORE!” In one swift blow, Daemon sends Vaemond’s head rolling across the floor of the throne room. Blood trailed behind the appendage like a snail’s trail. The room is filled with gasps and short screams. Your own eyes widened looking at the head on the stone floor before you. By no means are you unfamiliar with your father's violent nature, and nor should the rest of the court. 

“Let him keep his tongue,” Daemon wipes the blood off of his blade, stepping back, sheathing the sword once more. 

As if some kind of magic pulls you, you lift your eyes from Vaemonds severed head and meet those of your uncle. A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he looks to be well entertained by the violent display. Caught in your staring, Aemond’s gaze rises to meet your own, his smirk widening into a more sadistic smile. 

“Now, for the final order of business. A more pleasant way to end this affair,” the king says, his mellow voice carrying across the stone-lined room. “I am blessed by the Gods to have such a large family, but it appears that the Gods hope to bless us some more,” It was becoming increasingly more clear that Alicent’s love for The Seven has bled not just into the castle but its people as well.  You think maybe it gives the king something comforting in his final days. 

“My son, Aemond, a fine warrior and scholar,” Aemond stands rigid and straight, uncomfortable with the new attention from his father. “And my granddaughter, if your mother had not already claimed the title of Realms Delight then it would be most certainly passed to you.” Your cheeks flush a bright pink, warmth rising to the tips of your ears. 

“This family has been divided for quite some time, I tend to rectify that. Aemond, my son, and my granddaughter the princess, shall be married,” The reactions around the room are mixed, some people applaud, some cover their shock with their hands. Wide, prying eyes jump between you and Aemond. You dare a look in his direction, he is still staring, the smile gone from his face now. Confusion, shock, anger? You cannot tell but it is not sweet, and it is not kind.

A wave of confidence washes over you as you step forward, “What is the meaning of this? Why have I not had any indication of this until now?!” You feel your mother’s hand grasp your elbow, urging you to stand beside her, silently. “It is the wish of your grandsire, byka zaldrīzes (little dragon). He is dying, do not fight him,” Your head whips aside, meeting her eyes, eyes filled with sadness. Did she know of this? Did she approve of this? Your father would not meet your eyes, nor your brothers, Jace toeing at an invisible stone on the floor. Did they all know, except for you? 

You tear your elbow from your mother’s grasp, she opens her mouth to speak once more, but your back is already turned. Your feet lead you towards the grand door. You had to leave, you needed to be anywhere else but here. Your chest tightens, your breathing ragged. Not with sadness or grief, no, but with anger and fury. You feel as though you could breathe fire as the dragons do. An angered scream tears past your lips, reverberating off of the stone walls of the Red Keep. 

— — — — — — —

You had decided it best to skip the family feast. And a good thing too, unbeknownst to you it had gone horribly. Lucerys mocking Aemond over the roasted pig, Aemond's “final tribute” to his Strong nephews. No, instead you had taken your dinner in the library, back amongst your beloved books. The sun had set an hour or two ago now, the torches along the halls lit. You didn’t know how late it was, you had been much too absorbed in your novel Lady Coryanne Wylde, A Cautionary Tale for Young Girls. 

The wax on the candles had burned low, and your wine had turned cold. It was time to retire. Taking the book with you, you began to make your way toward your chambers, your old chambers. The last time you had slept there you had been but a girl. As you turn the corner you are met with a hard wall of warm, corded muscle. Your book tumbling to the ground. A pair of strong hands plant themselves on your shoulders, to steady you. 

“Careful niece, someone might think you are up to no good, wandering the corridors, at night–alone” The smile from earlier returns to his lips, and just then, he notices the book on the floor. His smile becoming impossibly wider, you don’t think you’ve ever really seen Aemond smile, not like this anyway. It’s nice, you think to yourself.

“What’s this dear niece,” he bends down to pick up the novel, his slim fingers sifting through the pages, his eyebrows lifting. “Well, well, who would have thought–”

“Give that back!” You reach to snatch it from him, like a child, but he just holds it higher over his head. “Tell you what, I made a promise to you. Do you remember?” Of course, you remembered, you still thought about it sometimes, but all hope of fulfilling it had left you.

“Yes–” it came out more hoarse than you had intended. Your hand frozen, outstretched, Aemond still held the book over his head. 

“Come with me to meet Vhagar, for a ride,” he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Come taste the freedom of the skies with me niece.” He had tucked the book behind his back. Aemond wasn’t a man who typically waited for an answer, nor was he one who liked when people disagreed with him. He’d throw you over his shoulder if he must. Even though his hatred for your family ran deep, he could never seem to hate you. You had endeared yourself to him time and time again as children, but the night he lost his eye. The night you visited him, the only one not angry, the only one not repulsed by his face. He knew then that he could never hate you, no matter how hard he’d tried. 

Words had suddenly failed you, your tongue dry. You simply nodded instead. In response, Aemond straightened to his full, imposing height, and turning without a word, he began his stride down the hall, towards the dragon pits. You followed him, but neither of you spoke, the halls of the Red Keep filled with an odd sort of comfortable silence. His hair had grown longer, much longer, and he walked with a sense of confidence that hadn’t been there before. 

The night air was chill, a slight breeze blew through your hair, tousling the strands. You were glad you had worn a gown with longer sleeves, it must be chilly up in the clouds. Aemond was sporting his riding clothes, the leather over his tunic reaching his wrists. He looked good, really good, you thought to yourself. The flush from earlier returning to your cheeks, as well as the warmth in the tips of your ears. 

Aemond comes to a stop before the pits, waiting for you, the book still behind his back, taunting you. You suppose that was his insurance policy in case you had said no to joining him. You can only imagine your father's reaction to seeing you read such debauchery. You were his sweet little girl after all…

“Come now niece, no harm shall come to you while I am near,” He held his hand out to you, and you slipped your fingers between his. His hands are much smoother than the ship captains from earlier, you thought. His hand was warm, the blood of the dragon coursing through his veins. The sound of beating wings from up above drew you out of your daze. A dark shadow crossed over the pair of you, coming to land only several passes in front of you. Vhagar stood proud and strong, if not slightly tired. Her form was weathered by time and battle. It’s a blessing from the Gods that she can still take to the skies as she does. 

Aemond drew you nearer to her, your hand still held tightly in his, like all those years ago. “Give her a pat, she won’t bite, not unless I tell her to,” He chuckled a bit at his own joke, your eyes widening slightly, making him laugh all the more. “No need to be frightened, she’s quite gentle actually,” He guided your hand up to the beast's snout, his fingers had moved to circle your wrists, making the action easier. Your hand lay splayed out before you against Vhagar’s scales, her skin impossibly hot. The hand on your wrists moves to cover your own on the dragon. From behind you, Aemonds other hand rests on your waist lightly, like a whisper on the wind. Mayhaps this marriage won’t be too bad after all? Your anger from earlier was not directed at him you realize, but rather at the other members of your family. You were never pleased when things were kept from you when you were lied to. You like his hand there, you like it a lot, it provides you a sense of comfort and security as you stand before this large beast. You wonder how his calloused hands would feel elsewhere…

Aemond retracts his hand, yours following closely behind, you can still feel the heat of Vhagar’s scales on the skin of your palms. You begin to be tugged backward in the direction of Vhagar’s saddle. Aemond motions for you to begin climbing the ropes that lead to the mount, he follows behind you; prepared to catch you should the need arise. The saddle is less like a saddle and more like a small chariot on top of the dragon. It comfortably seats the two of you, and could even squeeze in a third. 

Aemond positions you in front of him, his legs caging yours, his arms reaching around the front of you to grasp onto the reigns. “Are you ready?” The question is whispered to you, his lips brushing your ear once more as he speaks. You rather like this position, the warmth radiating off of his body will surely keep you warm above the clouds. 

“Yes, yes I think I am,” Your own hands come up to rest atop his, surely just to steady yourself, and not at all because you were becoming increasingly more desperate to touch or be touched by the man behind you. 

“Sōvēs Vhagar!” Aemond pulls back and yells into the night air, sparring your delicate eardrums. The beast below you growls and jolts into action. She takes a few long strides before beginning to beat her wings, as she takes off into the crisp night air. 

Eyes glued shut you think you yell out a little yelp of initial fear and surprise. Aemond’s legs press tighter down on your own as if to reassure you that you are safe with him and his dragon. As Vhagar evens out her flying, coasting just above the clouds, you dare to open your eyes. Behind you, Aemond cannot stop the smile from spreading across his lips, he cannot see your face but he hopes it is a happy one. He’ll take you out flying every day that you are married if it will make you happy. He would burn the world down if it meant he could keep you safe and happy. To make you his. 

Truthfully he wasn’t all that surprised by his father’s announcement of your betrothal. As a boy, even before the incident, he had asked his mother and grandsire, Otto, what lords would court you, and if any would be good enough for a princess. It wasn’t until after he lost his eye that he first breached the subject of marriage to his mother. He’d told her he deserved it, that after all the pain he had gone through, it was only fair for him to spend his life beside someone whom he cared so deeply for. At the time his mother had just given him a kiss on the forehead saying “Perhaps one day, we shall see,” A sad smile had crossed her face then.

He’d given up on the hope of marrying for love after that. The ladies of court found him elusive and repulsive, opting to flirt with his brother, despite his marriage to Helaena. A few moons ago, Aegon had made a jest at Aemond’s expense, something about being tied to a Strong for all eternity. He had ignored it, deeming it nothing more than one of his brother's drunken comments. However, after the events of today, it seems he was not jesting after all.

Aemond is broken out of his thoughts by a lovely, bubbly sound. You’re laughing, your arms spread wide, fingers splayed out letting the wind rush through them. He immediately goes to grasp your waist, his legs still caged around yours, steading you, anchoring you to him and the saddle. 

“What the sweet Hells are you doing?! Put your hands back on the reigns!” He exclaims. You giggle some more, the wind drying your teeth as you smile. 

“I cannot uncle! You were right, this is marvelous! I feel as though I could rule the world from up here!” He had never seen anyone as dazzling as you were in this moment. Vhagar gave a slight jolt as she began to descend back downwards, causing you to jump forward a bit, hands grasping the reigns once more.

“I told you – “ He murmurs against your hair, placing a small kiss on your head. After another moment Aemond begins to guide Vhagar back towards the dragon pits. There’s a strain in his trousers he can ignore no longer. Years of pent-up desire and want boiling over. Ever the gentleman, he assists you in descending the beast. This time he goes first, his hand in yours as he helps you with the final jump down. 

“That was incredible, uncle that was truly –” Aemond uses his grip on your hand to tug you forward, clutching you to his chest, his lips meeting yours. You gasp into his mouth, surprised by the boldness of his actions. Before you are given the opportunity to reciprocate, he pulls away, a slight frown on his face.

“My apologies, I should not have–” 

“Yes, you should have actually. Why did you stop, I was quite enjoying myself,” You pull on the collar of his tunic, tugging his chapped lips back down to yours. Aemond uses his taller stature to guide you back up against a pillar within the pits. The two of you made only out of sight by half of a pillar, and Vhagar’s sleeping form. 

“And what if I were to take you, right here? Right now? Like a scene from your debaucherous novel,” He exclaims, his lips moving, forming a trail from your jaw down to your collarbone. Surely leaving marks, and love bites as he goes. Oh if only his brother could see him now, he thinks that perhaps Aegon would congratulate him on finally “getting it wet”. 

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. He was everywhere, all of your senses were overwhelmed by him. The smell of the oils used to wash his hair filled your nostrils, the smokiness from Vhagar had made a home in the threads of his clothes. You’re nearly positive that you must smell similar, you’ll need to get your gown cleaned certainly. 

Your hands began to fumble with the belt of his trousers, your fingers making clumsy work of the buckle. Aemond pulls away only for a moment to assist you, then he begins to work on the strings of your corset. His movements were desperate and quick, neither of you having the patience to wait much longer. All the while his lips never left your skin. You feel him smile against your skin as Vhagar makes a slight noise of annoyance at your escapades. Somehow between your messy kisses, your skirts had been rucked up to your hips, Aemond’s deft fingers making contact with your small clothes. 

“You’re rather wet dear niece. Do I rile you up so huh? I wonder how wet you’ll be with my cock inside your sweet cunt,” He says that last bit almost more so to himself rather than you. In response, a small whimper escapes your lips. Aemond looks up to meet your eyes. A certain twinkle reflects at you from his. 

“Another night I shall spend hours ravishing you, but I need to be inside you, now.” He gives his cock a few strokes, preparing himself. Your eyes widen at the sight, his shaft long and thick, his head red and leaking arousal. It was, invigorating, knowing that you could illicit such a response from him. With a delicate kiss to your lips and one final look of permission, Aemond sheathes himself inside you. Your warm walls squeeze him perfectly, welcoming him in. Gods he could stay right here like this forever. 

“ – move. Aemond Gods move please,” You begged him, your walls had adjusted to him. Feeling wonderful and full. He began slow, his thrusts taking on a rhythmic flow. Aemond tucks his face into the crook of your neck, smelling your hair, his grunts and groans in your ear. You drag your nails down his clothed back, perhaps next time you’ll be able to fully leave your marks on his skin. Thank the Gods Vhagar had decided to remain put, it would ruin your honor should anyone find you like this; even though your virtue was promised to him already.

“Fuck– I don’t know if I’ll be able to last much longer ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved). You are just too perfect–” He cuts himself off with a grunt.

“Finish then, let go Aemond, let got for me please, I–” You beg him, you need it just as much as he does.

“Not before you ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved).” Aemond moves down to circle your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. The pace of his thrusts picked up, your hands remained looped around his neck, anchoring yourself to him.

“Aemond, oh Aemond, Gods I’m gonna–” The words that left your mouth made hardly any sense. The words and phrases twist and turn into a bizarre hymn to your betrothed. 

“Cum, cum for me Jorrāelagon (love), give yourself over to me–” Aemond begged you. His lips biting and nipping at the flesh of your neck. On his command, a wave of pleasure washes over you, like the seas crashing into the shores of Driftmark. You remember drifting off to sleep as a girl to the lullaby of the sea. Aemond’s own release follows closely after your own. Still nestled inside of you, he rests his forehead against yours, sighing contentedly. 

“You know, when I was a boy, I had asked my mother to ask Rhaenyra for your hand. I had begged her actually,” He chuckles a bit at his anecdote.

“Did you?” You laugh along with him, less at the story and more so at the ridiculousness of your current situation. You feel him nod, his forehead brushing against yours as he does so. 

“Well,” you say in response, “ I had always wanted a dragon of my own. I had begged my mother actually”, you imitate Aemond’s words, giggling a bit as you do, “but now I need not ask any longer. For I have my very own dragon right here.” You place a kiss on his nose as you say this.

“Well my love, no longer shall you be dragonless, not as long as I am around anyways,” Aemond reassures you. He supposed he had two dragons now as well, with Vhagar he would burn the world down, but you gave him a reason to do so. With fire and blood he would protect you, love you, for that is the way of the dragon, that is the way of Prince Aemond Targaryen, your beloved betrothed. 

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[aemonds-wifey]

A Balm (requested by @moonchildrenandflowercrowns

Summary: You assist Aemond in something and it brings you closer.

You enter your chambers, gleefully still Happy at newlywed life. You and Aemond had been married for nearly two months. But out of that time you had noticed one or two nights where he was late to bed, you assumed he was obliging his royal Duties or visiting with his family , whom he was close to and there was nothing wrong with that. But it did make you wonder.

“Aemond..?” You ask looking around , he is nowhere to be seen. Not in the library, nor in your shared chambers- it is unusual at this late hour. You found yourself wondering the red keep, at this late hour it was rather eerie , though your worst fear was being cornered by Aegon and his drunken attempts to seduce you.

You heard a muffled moan, almost like someone was in pain down a corridor above where the skull of Balerion laid. You followed it and opened the door, you’re silent when you see Aemond sat on the edge of a table , his eye patch gone , and an elderly Septa stood over him with a bottle in her hand. Aemonds eye glows in horror when he sees you, the set gasps equally in surprise …you are confused.

“Aemond…?” You asked

Aemond faces away, covering his exposed eye with his hand , the sapphire you see is on the table next to where he sits.

“What is this?” You ask the Septa as she dips a curtsy “princess …I am just adding this ointment to ease the pain of his grace…”

Your eyes fell to Aemond who still did not look at you, you were confused- he had been so intiment with you but you had never seen him without the sapphire or the eyepatch.

You ignored the septa’s plea and stood by Aemond “Husband?”

You spoke softly

“Y/N. No I ..please leave…” he said looking away. Still

Covering his missing eye.

The septa moved to him And attempted to put some remedy to his pain, but you heard him wincing which made you interfere.

“Move your hurting him.” You said taking a step forward

“But princess i have to tend to the princes wound and I have for years.”

“Leave us.” You said with authority

The sister looked confused “Princess please let me-“

You waved your hand “Go. Now.”

Aemond said nothing, the Sept looked at him

For back up but he remained silent. She put the ointment bottle Down next to the cloth on the table and hurried out, the door firmly closing behind her. You heard Aemonds breathing which was out of rhythm, he was scared and could not escape this situation.

You gently took the bottle, you had no idea what it. You could only get hints of lavender and something sour mixed with it.

“Y/N please….I do not wish you to see me like this…” he protested as he heard you.

You looked at him, he still covered his face.

You dipped the bottle so the liquid was on your finger tips and you approached him. Lifting your index finger up he instinctively grabbed your wrist with his other hand, you held your breath and looked into his eye- you didn’t say a word.

He knew you would not hurt him , you only moved your lips to where his fingers gripped your wrist. Fear conquered his face and with a small urge of reluctance , he let go of your hand dropped to his thigh and ran your fingers through his hair - his large hand covered his scar.

“Please…let me help.” You whispered .

He inhaled sharply “You will not want to see-“ he began

You shook your head “Aemond…I am your wife. Let me help you…nothing will ever dissolve my love for you.”

He blinked a few times finally breaking the eye contact , he lowered his other hand - revealing the empty eye socket.

You did not make any noise, or expression as you quickly

Saw how he looked without the sapphire or the eye patch. You put down the bottle And gently took his face in your hands- strongly looking at him with fierce love you dipped your head forward and kissed around the eye that was now Empty. It was your way of telling Aemond you accepted him in any state and you wanted him to never forget this. It made your heart strings twinge at both sorrow and anger. Aemond did not deserve this , the strong boys needed to answer for their crimes- Luke especially.

You reversed round and picked up the bottle , putting a bit more liquid on your finger and gently dabbed the scar underneath where the sapphire would usually sit.

“You…you do not look away?” He asked quietly, almost ashamed

“Why would I want to look away?” You mused

He whimpered “Because I’m…hideou-“

You wouldn’t even let him finish the word as you silenced his sentence with another soft kiss to his scar.

“Aemond Targaryen …the man I married is the most handsome man , the most brave and the most-“

A scoff escaped his lips “You are only humoring me…”

You faced him, full on looking at his eye “I would never jest with you.”

He locked his gaze with yours “You do not find me repulsive even now?”

“No.” You did not even hesitate. Kissing him once again you felt his shoulders relax, he found a hand to your waist and held onto it very tightly.

You resumed your assistance and continued to Dab gently. His eye finally closed as you tended to his scar, you dabbed more ointment onto your finger tips and very delicately

“Is that better..?” You whispered

He nodded opening his eye , the look of fear and vulnerability seemed to have disappeared and evolved into a look of pure ardent glow mixed with relief.

“Aemond…?”

He looks as if he had to ask you something but fear gripped him again . You must Tread carefully now, your arm slowly rubs his shoulder.

“I…the pain…it is a lot…and only small remedies such as this help…but it is only temporary…”

You sigh, you felt an outpouring of anger and sad for Aemond. You could not even begin to imagine what Aemond felt day in and day out, to mask it as he does made you admire him even more. Nobody, not even your worst enemy should have to endure such hardships and constant pain.

You continued to be gentle with him, as you have him your full attention he watched you as you washed your hands in the bowl that sat next to the sapphire.

“I once heard the Maester at Winterfell speak of a concoction …when the winter comes the weather is harsh and some are affected with pains…he spoke of this remedy to help ease with chronic pain .”

you picked up with sapphire with your dry hands, standing in front of Aemond you handed it to him

“Let me write to him …see if I can re create it for you.” You suggested as you watched Aemond set the crystal blue gem in stead of his missing eye.

He looked up at you “You…you would do that…for me?” He asked

You nodded almost surprised “Anything for you…”

His eye curved into a sad but loving shape, the kindness you projected onto him was still something he was not use to. He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you to him, his head firmly resting against your ribcage. He inhaled deeply.

“You truly are a wonder…the gods did not send me just a wife but a balm….an angel too I think.”

“The Gods sent me the most wonderful Husband. So powerful and truly …a good man.” You ran your fingers through his hair again, placing a gentle kiss on top of his head. You smiled as he looked up at you

“May I ask…one selfish thing ?” He spoke

You tilted your head “Of course.”

He paused for a moment as he tried to find the words “Would you…please…be the one to apply the remedy…to my eye…the septa is too rough she hurries yet you….” He remains focused on you “you take your time…you have a gentle touch and…it does alleviate the pain….”

You nodded “I would be happy to…”

He exhaled so sharply with relief you were sure you saw a tear escape from his eye. He pressed against you again and you held him there as he started to relax

“Thank you …my love.” He said against the cloth of your dress.

You rested your head against the top of his “I love you Aemond.”

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Dethrone - Chapter 4

Warnings: swearing and I think that’s it Authors Note: I’m too soft for this literal war criminal and want to braid his beautiful hair, ig this is like a filler but it’s cute and is one of my favs so far and contains more info and convos Word Count: 2.6k

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I’m ecstatic Aemond is taking me to see Vhagar. It shocks me that he’s able to command the skies with her. She’s the last living piece of Old Valyria. I’ve heard stories of Vhagar and I’m excited to see if she is as glorious as they say.

“So where does she stay?” I ask curiously still following him.

“Near the dragon pits by the others. Theres a cave mouth on the side that she’s able to fit in.” he informs me.

“I always wondered if she would be able to fit in the pits. I would assume they could’ve made it her size since she’s been here since they were made.” I say trailing off.

“How do you know if she’s big?” he asks slowing his pace as we approach the pits.

“The only freedom I had in my life was the freedom to read and learn. I probably know Vhagar better than you.” I say with a sly smile.

“Then by all means, lead me to her.” Aemond says waving me to go in front of him.

“Of course, follow me. I don’t want you to get lost.” I laugh out as he gently pushes me forward.

“Putting your hands on a Princess is a serious crime.” I joke grasping my chest.

“And what is my punishment for such actions?” he says with a smirk getting closer.

“Usually death.” I say casually shrugging.

“Go on then.” he jests handing me his dagger.

At first I’m in awe of the beauty of the dagger and sit to admire it for a second. Then I realize he really handed me his dagger. Does he really trust me enough to hand me a weapon? Then again, he probably doesn’t know the extent of my training, or the fact that I’ve had any. I look back to him and he’s smiling and watching me.

“I thought so.” he hums and grabs his dagger back.

“Shut up and show me Vhagar before I take your dagger back.” I huff rolling my eyes.

“This way Princess.” he laughs and leads the way.

As we walk through the winding tunnels I can hear various dragons. The air gets more damp and warm the further we journey in. I end up falling behind from being distracted by my new surroundings. When I look ahead Aemond is no longer in sight. I know he’s close by so I’m not too worried.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings.” Aemond whispers in my ear causing me to yelp and I turn around to glare at him.

“You need to be a better guide.” I grumble and push him back.

“Putting your hands on a Prince is a serious crime.” he smirks copying my words from earlier.

“Fuck you Aemond.” I roll my eyes.

“You shouldn’t let such words come out of your pretty mouth.” he tsks once again leading me down the hall.

We finally reach Vhagar and I’m speechless. She’s so much grander than described in the books. She’s massive and you can see the years written all over her body. I slowly walk up to her holding my hands out. I turn back to Aemond and he just nods his head encouraging me.

“Hello Vhagar.” I say softly greeting her. I slowly walk up to her and place a hand on the side of her neck. “Calm Vhagar.” I whisper as I place my other hand on her as she slowly starts to stir. I turn to Aemond and smile.

“Amazing.” he whispers looking at me in awe.

“Will you take me for a ride?” I turn to him smiling.

“Anything you want.” he says walking over.

Aemond leads me over to her ropes and helps me start my ascent. She’s massive and I won’t lie and say I’m not scared. It takes one misstep and I’m falling. Once I reach the top and get settled he takes his place behind of me. I try my best to avoid looking down at how far we truly are up.

“Have you ridden a dragon before?” he asks grabbing the reins.

“I have my own.” I say wiping my hands on my dresses trying to calm my nerves.

“Then why are you nervous? I can practically feel it radiating off of you.” he says softly readjusting.

“She’s just so big. It amazes me how you can fly and command her.” I say turning my head back towards him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks smirking.

That’s a loaded question. Somehow I do trust him. He’s been so open and kind. Since we’ve arrived at Kings Landing he has been the only person to show interest in me. My dreams have also lead me to this moment with him. How could I not trust him when I see us working perfectly together in the future.

“I do.” I say nodding my head.

“Good.” he says tightening his grip on the reins and leaning into me. “Fly Vhagar.” he commands.

Vhagar twists her way out of the large cave mouth and soon we’re practically flying straight up. I quickly wrap my hands around his in a death grip. Tears are forming in my eyes from the harsh wind. Once we even out I loosen my grip and relax back into his chest.

“Not so bad, right?” he asks leaning into my ear causing a shiver to snake down my spine.

“Just a little scary.” I respond squeezing his hands.

“If you wanted to hold my hands, all you had to do was ask.” he says chuckling.

“Aemond.” I scold turning my head back to him.

“Shh, just hold on to my hands.” he instructs lifting his hands off the reins as my hands grip his tighter. “Keep trusting me.”

He slowly lifts our hands up to our sides like wings. He moves his hands so we can interlock our fingers. I close my eyes and lean back into him. I’ve never felt this free in my life. We stay like that for a bit and then he slowly brings our hands back down to the reins. We fly in silence just taking in the warm wind and the freedom dragons offer us.

“Would you like to stop at a beach?” he whispers in my ear.

I nod in response and feel him begin our descent. The wind whips my hair violently and I’m scared that I’m blinding Aemond. It seems as if we’re flying straight down as my hands grip his tightly. He commands her to even out and slowly glide down to the beach. We finally land on solid ground again and I let out a large breath. It’s not that I don’t trust Aemond to fly and land us safely, it’s just the sheer size of Vhagar and riding her that intimidates me.

As Vhagar finally settles into the sand I’m blown away by the beach. The pale sand is a perfect contrast to the dark blue water. Further back from the shore there are trees tangling and growing together with all kinds of greenery. Wildflowers litter the ground around the trees freely.

“You can let go of my hands.” I hear the smirk in his voice. “For now.”

I groan at his arrogance and rip my hands away from his dramatically. Aemond lets out a low chuckle and begins getting off first and tells me to follow. I finally get on the ground and start to laugh when I see how messed up his hair is from flight.

“Care to tell me what’s so funny?” he asks looking down at me with a squinted eye.

“You’re hair is ruined.” I say in between giggles.

“And you think yours isn’t?” he smiles raising his eyebrow.

“Can I braid your hair?” I ask grinning tilting my head.

“If I can braid yours after.” Aemond bargains.

“Deal.” I agree.

We walk over to sit in the grass by the trees. There’s a light breeze surrounding us with the smell of the sea. The sounds of the waves crashing and the life around us fills our ears.

“Sit down in front of me.” I say patting the ground in front of me. He huffs out and sits down quietly.

“Can I take this off.” I ask trailing my fingers along the strap of his eyepatch.

“You may.” he responds.

I slowly remove his eyepatch and set it safely in my lap. I so badly want to ask him to turn around just so I can see his beauty again. I don’t want to push it too far so I refrain and focus on his hair.

“So how do you want me to do your hair?” I ask taking out the hair tie that was barely doing anything anymore.

“Whatever pleases you.” he hums.

I comb my fingers through his hair in attempt to detangle it. I’ve decided to do a couple little braids that meet in the back to make a new ponytail. I slowly start sectioning his hair trying not to think about him relaxing and leaning back into my hands.

“So what was it like growing up in Runestone?” he asks breaking the silence.

“Lonely.” I say honestly. “Once I showed interest in something it was taken away from me. I wasn’t allowed to see my dragon. Seldom allowed to leave my chambers. The only thing that they could use to get me out of bed was offering me training with different masters. Wielding a weapon brings me a lot of comfort and peace because it offers me control.” I ramble on hoping I’m not boring him.

“So you could’ve killed me with that dagger. Why’d you hesitate?” I hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“You’re more useful to me alive.” I joke starting another braid.

“Mm, how’s that?” he asks chuckling.

“If I tell you a secret will you keep it?” I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Of course, now I’m intrigued.” he hums as I finish the next braid.

“I’m a dragon dreamer.” I whisper.

“Are you actually?” he inhales sharply in surprise.

The surprise in his voice settles me knowing my ability isn’t public knowledge. I finish up his last braid and tie them together. I pick some wildflowers around me and place them in my lap. I grab small white and lilac flowers making sure they’re free of thrones. I gently push them into strands of his braids and smile when I’m done.

“I am.” I whisper. “This is going to sound crazy-“ he cuts me off.

“You’re not crazy. My sister is also a dreamer.” he reassures me with a soft voice.

It makes me feel more at ease that he knows another dreamer. I feel a little weird about telling him about my reoccurring dream. What if he doesn’t even like me? Maybe I should come up with something else so I don’t scare him away on the first day we meet. At the same time I feel like he wouldn’t react poorly. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle his rejection after years of searching for him.

“Can you turn around? I want to add some finishing touches.” I breathe out trying to change the subject.

“So what is it?” he turns around and is now facing me. He’s looking at me so intensely I feel like I could combust. I see him smile when I start to pick up the remaining flowers. I lightly place the flowers near his hair line like a crown. Once I’m done I sit back and admire my work.

“You’re staring.” he smiles bringing me back to reality.

“You’re just so pretty, Aemond.” I whisper.

“That’s the second time you’ve called me pretty.” he notes. “And the second time you’ve avoided telling me what’s on your mind.”

“Would you prefer me to call you something else?” I tilt my head.

“I’d prefer you to tell me your dream, you’ve piqued my interest.” he hums. “It’s my turn to do your hair.” he helps turn me around.

He carefully undoes my braids and shakes my hair a bit to bring life back to my curls. I can feel him start to braid my hair and I’m honestly surprised he knows how. His movements are so delicate I feel like Kaenna is doing my hair. I know I have to tell him something and soon or he’ll just keep asking. I don’t want to lie so I’m just going to tell him my dream and hope for the best.

“I’ve had a single constant throughout my life and it is one particular dream. It never changes, only becomes clearer.” I say nervously playing with my nails.

“Go on,” he urges me as he continues to braid my hair.

“I’m at my wedding, on Dragonstone. My hands are bleeding and bound to a man with blinding white hair that flows down his back.” I whisper as I feel my cheeks heating up. “I know every detail of this man besides what his face looks like.” I explain trying to keep my voice steady.

“The dream blurs the cuts to another ceremony with me and this man. A coronation. For us.” I switch to High Valyrian.

“Oh, you intend to marry Aegon.” Aemond clears his throat. “Turn around for me. I have to place your flowers.” he says flatly.

“No you misunderstand. It’s you. It’s us. I’ve been searching for you for years. For my entire life.” I whisper and he stops placing the flowers instantly.

“And how could that be? I’m a second son and you’re a daughter.” he squints his eye skeptically.

“We’ll figure it out. We can do it. I’ve seen it.” I say suddenly nervous that he doesn’t want this and I’m starting to sound like a crazed usurper.

“And you want to rule at my side?” he asks plucking apart a flower somewhat nervous and avoiding my eye contact.

“Yes my King.” I breathe out nodding my head quickly.

His eye snaps to mine and studies me. I watch him as he delicately starts to place the flowers again. He’s biting his lip in concentration and I can’t help but to just take him in. I’m scared of this silence but I know it’s a lot to take in, especially from someone he just met. Gods I should’ve held my tongue. My mind is racing through the different scenarios that could come along with me telling Aemond so hastily.

“All done. You look beautiful.” he smiles to me warmly. “My Queen.” he whispers making my eyes shoot to his.

“Do you mean it?” I ask searching his face nervously. “Or will my head be on a spike by sundown?” I half joke.

“You are safe. No harm will come to you. I promise you this.” Aemond says brushing my cheek with his thumb.

“I know it probably sounds weird but I’m just happy and relieved to finally have found you.” I say closing my eyes and leaning into his hand.

“Your gift is not weird. I wish your father never hid you away. You deserve to be out in the world.” Aemond whispers sincerely.

“I hope to see it all someday.” I reply wistfully looking off at the sea.

“We have time to make that happen. Together.” he says as he gets up and offers me his hand. “For now we should head back to Kings Landing.” he says as I accept his hand and rise.

We walk back to Vhagar and make our way up her ladder. I feel more confident this time riding Vhagar and now I can truly enjoy it. I feel completely safe with Aemond behind of me as he guides this giant piece of history. I know we have a long and dangerous journey ahead of us but I’m confident that we will prevail.

[vesleezyon]

the hunter.

—aemond targaryen x original oc

just a snippet from the first chapter of my fic on ao3. literally in its fetal stages im writing the third chapter rn 😭

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—takes place while Prince Aemond and Princess Viena are eleven, so just innocent fluff here :) plsssss lmk any opinions pleaseeee I wanna switch up the style to be more renaissance-ey but we will see

Preparations for the afternoon's feast are in full swing. The castle is crowded with lords and ladies from all corners of the realms, dressed in their best, smiling and greeting the Princeling as he rushes by them. Aemond gives them cordial nods and curt hello’s but nothing more, making his way to Viena’s room before Rhaenyra could sequester her away.

At last, he sees her. She turns the corner in a soft turquoise dress, adorned with flowers and hummingbirds beaded into the bodice, chiffon draping from her shoulders and skirt. Dainty, heart-shaped diamonds and delicate sapphires hang in her dark curls, pinning her braids into pretty little twists.

She scans the crowd and her eyes are led to him like a moth to flame. “Aemond!” She screams, breaking into a sprint, and he runs to meet her halfway. They throw themselves at each other, bursting into laughter as they nearly fall to the floor. “What’re you doing here?” She asks him, gently pulling away and taking his hand in hers.

“I was looking for you.” He answers plainly.

“Well, I’m not doing anything fun. My mother wants me to go out to the courtyard to listen to the music with my brothers.” She whines, rolling her eyes.

He chuckles. “Since when do you follow orders so easily?” Aemond challenges, but Viena looks over her shoulder and points to the two kingsguard following behind them.

“Since they’ve been babysitting me.” She says, looking back at Aemond. “I can’t do anything on my own anymore. And I used to sneak away sometimes, but I guess they’ve… adapted,” she shrugs, looking up to the lords and ladies as they greet her and Aemond. She gives them that pretty little smile, a polite nod, all the while squeezing on Aemond’s hand.

Aemond felt his heart flutter at her touch. “We’ll find a way.” He whispers, and she scoffs.

“I know we will. Just you wait. I have a surprise for you, remember?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Aemond nods, soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I haven’t forgotten, Princess. I have a surprise for you, too.” He says, watching her face light up with excitement.

“Really? What is it?” She asked eagerly, but he shook his head.

“I can’t tell you. But you’ll get it at dinner. I promise.” Despite her protests, some of the lords caught her attention as they pass and greet her, quickly distracting her.

Oh, Viena. She shone like a star among these nobles, her charming smile and that enchanting spirit making her a cherished little delight, just as her mother was at her age.

Hand in hand, giggling and whispering to one another, Viena led Aemond into the courtyard. The music is loud and lively, Viena skipping her steps in rhythm as they bounce down the steps. The courtyard was a riot with color and sound, the bands playing cheerful melodies as the nobles chatter loudly over each other.

Viena’s laughter is infectious. The expectations to be prim and proper were forgotten in her presence. They spent their day lounging in the shade, playfully pushing and pulling on each other and calling it dance, screaming with laughter while they weave through nobles and play chase. Together, they’re more than Prince and Princess. They’re children.

As the golden hues of the afternoon rolled in, the servants wove through the crowds ringing the dinner bells. Aemond and Viena sit knee to knee, seeking refuge from the summer sun under the leafy embrace of a bushy oak tree. They share a shortcake between them, gossiping and giggling with each other quietly. Despite the crowds of people surrounding them, they felt alone in their own little world.

Their solitude was serene until Jacaerys and little Luke found them, insisting they come in for dinner. Jace pulls her up off the grass and, despite her whining and dragging her feet, coaxes all the children inside.

Still brimming with energy, Viena squeezes Aemond’s hand while chattering all the way. And he listens with a smile and occasional laugh, because despite talking about nothing particularly interesting, he delighted in hearing her voice. To him, she sounds like the morning birds that woke him, with the gentle coo of dragons woven into her tone. She was the sound of home.

Their family waits for them near the entrance to the ballroom. Viserys, already tipsy and wobbling on his feet, beamed with pride as his little grandchildren round the corner. Viena let out a joyous scream, releasing Aemond’s hand and sprinting into Viserys’ arms.

The King let out a hearty chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her. “There’s my devilish little girl,” he says, giving her a warm squeeze before pulling back to look at her. “You look lovely. The little belle of the ball. Did you choose this dress, Rhaenyra? Such exquisite beading-“ He goes on, turning his attention to Rhaenyra.

Aemond, ignoring his mother’s watchful eye, grasps Viena’s hands and guides her into their proper place, front and center. They enter together, sit together, and leave together. It’s assumed that, despite the hardships, they’d spend their lives together as well.

Aemond reaches into the pocket of his tunic and pulls out a small, decorated wooden box. The craftsmanship is simple yet delicate, the shapes of dragons and fires carved into the wood. “I have your surprise,” he whispers, offering her the gift. “Happy early name-day, Princess.” He said with a tender smile.

Viena tilts her head at him and her eyes soften. She releases his hand and takes the box, giggling as she carefully unlatches the top. When she opened it, her giggles halted, replaced with a sharp gasp and a face glowing with delight. “Oh my—Aemond! Where did you get this?!” She screams, pulling the necklace out of the box with a gentle hand. Sapphire teardrops hang from a silver chain, the gems glimmering in the evening lights.

“It was made for you.” He says, trying to maintain a stoic and nonchalant demeanor but failing as a wide grin spreads across his face. Her joy is more contagious than a plague, and she hopped from foot to foot, bubbling with glee. “I made the box myself. You’ve always got all this jewelry scattered around and-”

Before he could finish, Viena tossed herself at him, cutting him off with a burst of laughter. “I love it! The necklace, the box, all of it,” she gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him.

Aemond holds her gently, his heart swelling with pride. He knew she’d adore it. Who knows sweet Viena better than he does, after all? “I’m glad you do.” He murmured.

Viena pulled away from him, a bright smile glowing on her lips as she held the necklace out to him. “Can you help me put it on?” She asks.

His body softens. He nods, “Of course.” He says, taking the necklace from her. She turns and pulls her curls into her hands, careful not to ruin her braids as he gently fastens the chain around her neck. Then, he wraps his hands around her wrists and watches her hair fall down her back, heart shaped diamonds glimmering like stars in the darkness.

Viena touched the necklace with a certain softness that made Aemond’s heart flutter. “Does my hair still look okay?” She asks, looking over her shoulder to meet his soft eyes.

Aemond’s eyes fall back to those curls, the braids, the sapphire pins and heart-shaped diamonds. Doesn’t she realize? “It looks perfect, Vi.” No part of her would ever look any less than flawless in his eyes.

Her smile widens. “Thank you.” She says, turning to face the doors again. “I really do love them.” She tells him, her hand finding its proper place in his again.

She deserves nothing less, Aemond thought, but before he could voice the sentiment, Alicent laid her hands over her son's shoulders. She whispers to the children that it’s time for them to be announced, asks if they’re ready, to which they both eagerly nod.

The lords and ladies of Westeros have found much joy in watching the young royals grow up together. Aemond’s modest and courteous demeanor lent him a certain charm, especially when his cradle-mate who, in her spirited exuberance, flits about like a little bird, stirring delightful disorder wherever she graces.

Together, they’re harmoniously leveled. They’re the sun and moon locked into a celestial dance, the oceans and earth united in a timeless waltz, ice and fire congealing into a magnificent spectacle, one soul reborn and split in time by just one day. The grand doors swing open before them, a respectful hush falling over the dinner guests. The herald’s voice rips through the crowd, announcing their names with a tone of reverence. Prince Aemond Targaryen, and Princess Viena Velaryon.

Even as the names of their esteemed family were proclaimed, all eyes were on them. Viena squeezes his hand, lingering close to him. The whispers around them fade into nothing as Viena leans into his ear, forging a path through the throngs of nobility.

“Did you see how drunk Aegon was already? Such a slob. I meant it when I said he’s a pig.” She whispers lowly, forcing Aemond to betray his stoic expression and giggle as they make their way to the great table.

“Shut up, Vi.” He mutters back, trying to maintain his composure.

“What? I’m just saying. He’s probably drunk more than a braavosi sea lord already.” She whispers, her tone playful, “And my mother worries about me embarrassing the family. Unbelievable.” She scoffs, lifting her dress slightly to follow him up the steps.

Aemond’s grin widens. Some call her mean and nasty-mouthed but Aemond thinks she’s honest. She tells the truth as it is, a trait he’s found hard to find in anyone but her. Her irreverence has always had a strange way of lightening his mood, reminding him he isn’t alone in this world.

They take their seats at the center of the table, side by side. Viena’s quiet whispers, telling him her every thought and observation, granted a sense of comfortability to the grand occasion. In a room full of people watching him, she still managed to make him feel like they were hidden away in their own corner of paradise.

The room was alive with laughter and chatter as the music swells into soft, smoother rhythms as the night wore on. Meals filled with exotic foods were served, as well as simpler dishes the children could stomach a bit easier. Viena and Aemond got to sip an expensive wine, which made the Princess especially giggly.

After their fifth course of desert, Viena and Aemond excused themselves to dance, running off before Alicent or Rhaenyra could tell them no. They sprinted and jump down the steps, their laughter echoing through the room as joined the nobles swaying on the floor below.

They lock hands and jump and spin, playing more than dancing. They apologize gently as they bump into lords and their ladies as they sway on the dance floor. Their mothers could never guess where those two get all the energy from, but if they were honest, it’s a relief to see them choose youth over duty. It’s a luxury many children in this family aren’t granted.

Viena leans in close to his ear. “We’ve got to go now. They’re not watching. Come on.” She whispers urgently. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and dove into the crowd, running past the exit and slipping into the servants’ passage without being spotted.

She’s always so quick to disappear. Her insatiable desire for adventure is the root of all her trouble, he thinks. Mayhaps the root of all his, too. It doesn’t matter. He jogs to keep up with her as she pulls him through the narrow corridor.

“Where are we going?” He asks.

“It’s my surprise for you.” She answers, navigating the winding corridors with ease. “Did you think I forgot?” She asks.

Viena leads him down all kinds of steps, all kinds of twisting turns and winding passages that easily scramble his sense of direction. These tunnels are dark and damp, save for a few torches hanging here and there, but Viena acts like she’s running through the lines of her palm. She’s ecstatic, bouncing and skipping, brimming with energy as Aemond struggled to keep pace.

“Okay, we’re close.” She whispers, turning to him as the corridor opens into a cave. “Cover your eyes.” She says, walking backwards and releasing his hands. She’s smiling ear to ear, biting her lip, and the sapphires on her neck glimmer in the soft torchlight. He chuckles and covers his eyes with his palms, hearing her giggle and hop behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders and guiding him through the cave.

Slowly, he began to hear the crashing of waves against the rocky mountainside, then the stone give way to sand under his shoes. “Where are we, Vi?” He asks, curiosity piqued. She giggles and pushes him a bit faster.

“Not yet! Don’t look yet!” She exclaims. She brings him out onto the sand, the cool night air hitting his face with a soft chill. He could smell the salty sea from where he stood, furrowing his brows as he listened to Viena run to stand in front of him.

She tilts his head upwards towards the sky. He hears her shuffle in the sand, then sigh with contentment. “Now open your eyes,” She says.

Aemond removed his hands, going still as he stared up at the sky above him. The heavens stretched out above them, laying out an intricate kaleidoscope of stars, their lights shining against the inky darkness. The moon, full and luminous, casts a silver glow onto the waves and leaves its reflection dancing with the water's wake.

“Vi… this place is…” he trails off, realizing he didn’t have the words to tell her how beautiful this is. His vocabulary simply was large enough to capture the wonder he felt.

“I dreamt of it. That I was here with you.” She says, watching the stars fade in and out between the soft clouds. “I didn’t want to come looking for it without you.” She skips ahead of him, kicking her shoes off.

His eyes fall to the back of her head. Diamonds hang in her curls like heart-shaped stars, sparkling in hues of pink and blue as she kicks off her shoes and sinks her toes into the soft sand, staring up to marvel at the night sky. She never knew the night could have so many colors, gems of blue and brilliant white painting the sky above them.

“The stars almost look like sapphires,” he says, following her out onto the beach, tearing his gaze away from her to look at the stars.

She giggles and nods. “They do, don’t they? It’s so beautiful. Please tell me you like it.” she pleads, turning to him with eyes large as the moon.

He looks down at her with a softness that only she could pry from him. “I love it, Viena.” He tells her earnestly, watching her grin grow with satisfaction.

“I’m glad.” She replies. “Happy late name-day, Aemond.”

He stares at her as she turns to the ocean, lifting her satin dress above her knees and pressing her bare feet into the wet sand, her shoulders shivering as the cold sea rises to tickle her toes.

Her curious eyes follow the tiny fish and tadpoles fleeing through the shallow water, wiggling her toes to startle them when they’d get close. She’s adorable, making him smile as he inches closer to the water’s edge.

“Do you remember the stories I used to tell you about the constellations?” He asks, watching her nod as she curiously wades deeper into the salty sea, the water now lapping at her bony ankles. “Do you remember the Hunter?”

She looks aimlessly up to the sky, drawing in a sharp gasp. “Can you see it!? Oh, you have to show me! Show me!” She squeals, jumping back to the shoreline and standing with him.

He looks down at her with a grin, holding her shoulders and turning her away from him. He took her hand and told her to stick her pointer finger out, listening to her laugh as he guided her to point up at a row of three bright stars.

“See those three in a row? That’s his belt.” He says, and knows she’s seen it once she gasps.

“Where’s the rest of him?” She asks.

Aemond slowly guides her finger to trace the three stars. “Follow the line of his belt, Princess. To the left is his arm holding the bow, to the right his other arm is drawn back, ready to release.” He softly explains, her big brown eyes following her finger, tracing the stars, grinning ear to ear.

A silence lingers between them as Viena slowly outlines the constellation, finding his head and legs on her own. She holds his hand at her side, too distracted with the stars to notice him staring at her.

Devilish Princess Viena. She’s more beautiful than a hundred starry skies. Without her, this cove would be a desolate and lonely spot with no worth to him. Such sentiments, he knew, would fall short on her innocent ears. His mother would say he’s too young to harbor such thoughts, but he couldn't help it. He cannot control his emotions no matter how he battles them.

He couldn’t tell how long they spent there. Long enough that by the time they returned, the party was long over and the guards were scouring the castle for the Prince and Princess. She’d tried to sneak as much as she could, but Ser Harwin stopped them as they crossed a hallway trying to slip into the servant’s passage.

Before Harwin could take her away, Viena reached her hands into her hair and pulled a heart shaped diamond from her bed of dark curls. A section of hair came loose, falling over the side of her cheek. “Here.” She offered, holding the thin hair pin out to him. “Happy late name-day, Aemond. I’m sorry it’s not the best.” She says.

Gently, he took the hair pin from her. The edges of the diamond turn pink and blue in the soft candlelight. Ser Harwin rested his hand on her shoulder, making her turn her head to him before Aemond could catch her eye.

He watched the diamonds and sapphires glimmer between her dark curls, clutching her gift tightly in his fist. “I like it, Vi. Happy early name-day.” He returned, and she turned back to him as Ser Harwin began to pull her off. She gave him a smile and reached her fist out to him. He touched their knuckles and earned her giggles.

“Tomorrow, my Prince.” She bidded, yawning as Ser Harwin hoisted the small girl into his arms.

“Tomorrow, Princess.” He replied.

Nobody came to retrieve Aemond and guide him to his room. No one ever does, and he figures that’s okay, because he’d never run off like Viena would. She needs it more than he does, of course.

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Chapter 7 has been posted!

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“Lay the Roses”- Soft! Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

Original Ask Prompt with gifs :)

What do you think Aemond would do with a super innocent, pure princess? He’s older than her and she has no experience with men. She’s intimidated by him but finds him so beautiful to look at….

*Read it on AO3

Rating: NSFW 18+ (Smut starts around 11,300)

TW: Graphic Sexual Descritpions, Canon Typical Violence 

Word Count ~13,300

You spent your entire life hidden in the tower at Old Town. Kept away like a secret. You supposed you may have been. Your father, Lord Hightower, was on the late King Viscerys’s small council and now sat on King Aegon’s. Your mother refused to let your father take you to court because she was not blind to the behavior of the people in court. Year after year as you grew, your mother would keep you close while your father was always gone.

Truthfully, you were happy that your mother had kept you hidden away in the tower. You had heard of the ways of court, read the histories in the library and the letters between your parents. You heard their whispered conversations when your father was home, about how the new King Aegon and his depraved tastes. About how his younger brother Prince Aemond murdered his nephew in cold blood with his giant beast of a dragon. You were no stranger to the whispers of the Targaryen princes and their ways. Their cruelty.

It came as a surprise after your eighteenth name day that your mother and father decided it was time to introduce you to the world. You had no desire to travel to the capital. You were content to spend your days in the library or in the gardens, reading about people that used to exist or never did, getting lost in your daydreams. You insisted that you didn’t need to go, but your father’s word was law in the family, so you had to comply.

Gazing out the carriage window, you lifted your thumb to your mouth, chewing off the skin there. It was an anxious habit that you have had forever. Small scars littered your fingertips, and your mother despised it. She reached across the carriage and slapped your hand away from your mouth.

“That is not a ladylike habit Y/N.”

The scolding made you feel embarrassed, and your face flushed as you looked down to your lap. Folding your hands, you replied, “I’m sorry Mother.”

She glanced down at your folded hands, at the tiny pieces of skin poking out from your thumbs and reached into her pocket, pulling out white silk gloves. She holds them out to you. “Here. These will cover that.”

You chewed on your bottom lip and pulled them over your hands. The gloves were a nice touch to your attire since your mother had the pale pink dress that you were wearing made specifically for this trip. It didn’t have sleeves and it made you feel exposed, but the gloves now covering your hands up past your elbows made you feel more secure. You ran your hand down the front of the soft fabric of the dress. It was nicely made and was good for the temperature in the capital. But you would much rather be home. That feeling only increased as the carriage came to a rocking stop. Your mother patted your leg as you glanced out the window. There was a small crowd gathered in the courtyard and at its center, were two men practicing swords. You noticed the white, blonde hair bouncing around, swinging a sword. Your gaze was locked on his body, the way it gracefully danced around his opponent as if his feet weren’t even touching the ground. Until he turned, blocking a hit, and you saw the eyepatch. Your stomach instantly dropped, making your heart race. Prince Aemond was breathtaking. Dangerous and menacing, but beautiful and graceful. His long lean body twisting and turning, dancing with his challenger.

A throat cleared behind you and you turned, seeing your mother standing at the door of the carriage next to the valet. You glanced once more out the window before exiting the carriage. You smoothed your hands down the front of your dress in nervousness. You saw your mother side eye you, silently reminding you not to fidget. Folding your hands in your front, you square your shoulders and follow behind your mother.

Your father stands at the entrance to the castle, and you smile at him as your gaze meets his. You and your mother follow the guards to the doorway, but you glance over to see if you can get a glimpse of the prince sparring in the center of the small crowd. Much to your dismay, the crowd has spread out and the prince isn’t in the ring any longer. Your eyes glide across the courtyard, hoping to get a glimpse of the dangerous handsome Prince Aemond once more. To your surprise you see him, and your gazes lock. He is watching you. You quickly look away, stumbling a little into your mother walking in front of you. You apologize and she gives you a glare as she greets her husband. You look over your shoulder to where you saw the prince a moment before, and he is still watching you with a small smirk on his face. You feel your face heat as you look down and follow your parents into the Red Keep.

Aemond stands in the courtyard watching your back as you disappear into the Keep. He has never seen you before and didn’t know that Lord Hightower had a wife. His mother had never even told him. He wondered why they chose now to bring you to the capital. Ser Criston walks past him, and he asks who you are and why you’re here. Criston should know what Aemond doesn’t. He spends the most time with his mother.

“That is Lord Hightower’s daughter, Y/N”

“Mm. Why do you think he failed to mention he had a daughter?”

“With all due respect, My Prince, he hasn’t. He just doesn’t bring her to court. From what I understand, her mother wanted to keep her away.”

Aemond pondered on that. Why would your parents keep you hidden away from the world? He thought you were beautiful. Your father would be able to find a good match for you based on beauty alone. The thought of seeing you for the first time on another man’s arm made him feel uncomfortable but he couldn’t explain why. He put that away for later. You did seem shy, he thought, but that could have been a product of being hidden away from the world for so long, high in the tower at Old Town. You had intrigued him though and he was interested in learning more about the secret treasure of Old Town.

You were shown to your own private chambers, grateful to finally be away from your mother. She told you to prepare yourself for dinner, and told you what dress to wear, since you were going to be dining with the King, Prince Aemond, and the rest of their family. The thought of sitting at the table with the most powerful people in Westeros made you nervous. You paced in your room, back and forth, looking for anything to do. You came to a stop near the window and gazed out at the bay, chewing your fingers and nails again. You thought of seeing Prince Aemond today and how intimidating he was. How the patch over his eye and the scar half hidden beneath made him even more beautiful and serious. Would he stare at you across the table at dinner? Would he talk to you? Would all of them try to talk to you? You didn’t want to be the center of attention. You prayed that you could just blend in and not have to speak much in front of them. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself or your parents at the table.

A knock sounded on the door, and you walked over and opened it. Two servants were standing there. You didn’t recognize them, but they told you that they were there to help you get dressed for the evening. That anxious feeling continued to build inside you as you opened the door fully to let them inside.

They combed your hair and painted your face. When you looked into the mirror, you felt pretty. You told them that you didn’t want them to put too many cosmetics on your face and they didn’t. The dusting of color on your eyes made them stand out and glow. Your lips looked full and soft. You gave the servant’s a soft smile and thanked them. They nodded in gratitude, and one walked to the bed and picked up your dress that was hanging over the bed. It was another your mother had made for you. It was truly beautiful, but the more you stared at it, the more you felt like your mother was trying to wrap you up like a gift.

It was long and a shade of green that was almost blue. It had gold embroidery on the bodice, in the shapes of dainty little leaves and vines that trailed down the skirt.  The skirt was flecked with pink and golden silk roses. It didn’t have sleeves like the pink one you wore when you arrived, but it had silk fabric that slipped off your shoulder in a flattering way.

“This is such a lovely dress, Lady Y/N” she said as she held it out for you to step into.

You glanced at the servant and gave her a small smile. “Thank you.” You sucked in your stomach as the ladies laced up the back. As soon as they finished, you admired yourself in the mirror. Another knock sounded on the door and the servants went to answer. Standing at the door was a knight, telling you that he was to escort you to the feast. Fighting the urge not to pick at your thumbs, you looked in the mirror again one last time at yourself. You tore your eyes from the mirror and looked down at your feet as you walked to the door. Better get it over with.

Your father was standing at the bottom of the stairs as you approached. He turned, smiling at you and taking your hand.

“You look very beautiful Y/N. I hope you’re excited to meet the King.” You gave him a weak smile and nod. His eyes scanned your face looking worried. He grabbed your chin and made you meet his eyes. “It will be fine, daughter. Do not be worried.” You smile at him. “I know.”

He returns your smile and puts your arm inside his, leading you into the room. When you walk in, the smells are what you notice first. It smells delicious and you close your eyes, letting the smells of the food tickle your nose. When you open your eyes, you look at the table and see who must be King Aegon sitting at the head of the table. He has a goblet to his lips and his mother is leaned over the table speaking to him. To Aegon’s right is Heleana, Aegon’s Queen, but you can only see the back of her head. It is who is sitting across from her that snags your attention. Prince Aemond is staring at you. His eye narrows slightly, just a small twitch of muscle, but it’s enough to make you feel embarrassed. You immediately look down at your feet as you and your father approach the table.

You curtsy at King Aegon as your father introduces you. He sets his goblet down on the table and his eyes drift up and down your body.

“Lovely to meet you Y/N. We didn’t even realize that you existed!” He slaps the table and the loudness of it makes you jump. “It seems your father was keeping secrets.”

“No, Your Grace. I have spoken of Y/N many times. Her mother just prefers to keep her in Old Town. You know how ruthless court can be, My King.”

Aegon’s eyes travel up and down your body again, and you feel your cheeks heat. “Indeed, I do Lord Hightower. Well, it is lovely to have you here now, Y/N.”

You bow again. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

Next thing you know, you are being introduced to everyone at the table. You are a Hightower just like Queen Alicent and her father, your uncle, but you have only met Otto once and Alicent never. You were born long after she left Old Town and she never came back to visit. And if it was left up to you, you wouldn’t be here now. Queen Alicent is kind to you, telling you how beautiful you are and admiring your dress. You get the same attention from Queen Helaena. She is even kinder than her mother. You begin to smile more and feel more comfortable around these new people, until your hand is taken by Prince Aemond.

He lifts your hand, turning it over and pressing a small kiss on your inner wrist. Your ears begin to heat, and you look down at your wrist where he is now rubbing his thumb. “It is wonderful to meet you, Y/N” You look up into his eye now, holding his gaze. His lips pull into a small feline smirk, and it makes butterflies burst to life inside you. Nodding you take your hand from him and look down at your feet again. “It is nice to meet you as well, Prince Aemond.”

Aemond is still standing in front of you when King Aegon clears his throat and then claps twice, signaling the servants to bring the food. Your father sits in the seat next to Helaena, your mother on his other side. The only other spot available is right next to Prince Aemond the Kinslayer.

You get nervous when you realize where you are supposed to sit and look at your father. He gives you a small smile and a wink. Prince Aemond is standing so close to you that you can smell him. He smells so nice. His scent reminds you of honeyed tea and afternoons spent lying in the sun. Aemond pulls the chair out for you, and you thank him. He makes a sound, something like “mm” and it makes the goosebumps prickle your skin.

Everyone engages in conversation. Sometimes they include you, other times they don’t. The man sitting next to you is quiet most of the time, only giving his brother rebuttals that make laughter erupt around the table. His words are unusually mean and catty, and you feel like he isn’t joking at all. That he actually gets frustrated by the laughing. His quiet demeanor intimidates you further. Still waters do run deep.

You keep quiet as much as possible, extremely aware of the man beside you. His fingers tap on the stem of his goblet. You look at him as you chew a mouth full of food and he is staring at his plate. You want to ask him what’s wrong or if he is okay, but you’re afraid to speak to him. You can feel the energy coming from him and begin picking at your thumbs under the table. Feeling something brush your fingers, you look down to see Aemond’s hand pull your finger away from your thumb and holding his hand over it.

Your eyes fly up to his, but he is still looking at his plate. Across from you, your mother has her cup turned up, drinking wine and your father is engaged in a debate with Otto. Your heart starts to race, and you stand. Everyone at the table looks at you when you speak. You have to swallow your impulse to run away. Clearing your throat, you look at King Aegon. “Your Grace, thank you for this dinner. But I am awfully tired from my journey.” Aegon nods and bids you a goodnight, as does everyone else. Everyone except Aemond, whose gaze is burning a hole through your skull.

When you walked into the room, you were the most beautiful person that Aemond had ever seen. Even his brother was dragging his eyes up and down your body, caressing your soft curves with his gaze. The dress you wore was one of a kind and made you look ethereal, like a woodland faerie princess from some forgotten land. You were buzzing with nervous energy, and he could tell by the way that you kept looking down that you were intimidated. He knew that you had probably heard all the terrible things that he had done, how much blood he had on his hands. But he didn’t want to scare you, the most beautiful person that he had ever seen. Keeping you locked away in the tower at Old Town was perhaps the stupidest thing your father had ever done. Or maybe the smartest.

When Aemond saw you picking nervously at your fingers, he wanted to soothe you, comfort you. He knew what it was like to be afraid, intimidated by other people’s presence. He could sympathize with you. And at that moment, he wanted to let you know that he understood. That you were safe and that there was nothing to be afraid of. But the way that you jumped up when he touched you, made him flood with self-loathing. He wanted to get to know you. You were a mystery to him. One that he intended to unravel. Right after you left, he excused himself from the table too, throwing his napkin down on his plate. On his way to his chambers, he contemplated seeking you out, talking to you and letting you know that you shouldn’t be afraid of him.

The next day you got dressed and asked one of the guards outside your chamber to escort you to the library. Being the capital, you knew that there would be a lot of books that you could escape through. When you approached the library door, you were amazed at the size of it.

Old Town had a wonderful library full of history texts but the library in the Red Keep seemed to be never ending. There were rows and rows of books, tables throughout and couches where someone could relax and read. You walked up and down the aisles, dragging your hand down the spines of books, looking for something to grab your attention. You stopped in one spot and pulled a title from the shelf, opening it to the middle to see if it was any good.

Something warm tickled the back of your neck and you turned to see Prince Aemond standing over you. The sight of him made you jump back, holding the book tight to your chest. The small smirk he had on his face disappeared as your back pressed against the shelf. “Hello, Y/N.”

You swallowed and looked down. “Hello, Prince Aemond.” God he was so scary. Handsome but terrifying.

“I assumed I would run into you here.”

That caught you off guard and you looked up at him, bemused. “Why?”

He leaned into you, crowding your space and you hugged your book tighter. He held your gaze as he spoke softly, “Mm. Because you and I aren’t so different Y/N. I was once exactly like you. Seeking out adventure that I was too afraid to take in my own life.”

His assessment made you feel vulnerable and anxious. “I-It’s not that, Prince Aemond. I just...” your voice trailed off and you looked away from him again. His presence was overwhelming you.

He reached up and touched a piece of your hair, rubbing it between your fingers. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” His voice caressed your spine softly like silk. You knew he wasn’t known for being a good person, quite the opposite in fact. But here he was being gentle with you, telling you not to fear him.

You looked up at him then. At his blue eye that resembled the bay around his home, this place where they were standing. Your gaze flicked between his eye and the covering on the other one. You longed to know what was beneath although the thought of seeing him without it was just as frightening. His jaw clenched and you heard his teeth grind. “Okay.”

He took a step away from you and you found the sudden distance now felt too far. He held his hand out to you. You looked at it and then up at him. “Come. I would like to show you something.” You looked around the room and then back at him.

“I- I don’t know Prince Aemond” you licked your dry lips and you saw his eyes drift down and watch the motion.

“How will you learn to trust me if you do not take the chance?”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot and then nodded. “Yes. Okay.”

A slow smile appeared on his face. The sight of it made your stomach flutter. “Okay.” He said and then pulled you through the aisles of books.

His steps were long, and you had to take two to his one, and before you knew it, you two were almost sprinting through the library. You felt a laugh bubble up through your chest as you watched the prince, the one everyone in the realm was so terrified of, was dragging her through the library in the capital, perfect hair flying behind him.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your hand came up and you let your laughter free.

Aemond stopped at a door and looked over his shoulder at you as he pushed it open with his large hand. The sun was beaming, and your eyes blinked against the brightness as you both entered the outside. He continued to pull you until you through the labyrinth of a garden. You didn’t have time to admire everything around you, but he finally came to a stop at a small fountain surrounded by a wall of pink flowers.

He let go of you and walked around the fountain. Setting your book down on a stone bench, you spun in a circle looking at all of the flowers around you. The fragrant blooms were as large as your hand and the sight of it all made you homesick. You tan your fingers over one of the silky petals of the flower before turning around.

Aemond was sitting on the bench that you had placed your book on with his arms folded across his chest watching you. You cleared your throat, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “This is a beautiful garden, Prince Aemond.” You gave him a small smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.” He didn’t reply with words, just a small “mm”.

You picked the hem of your dress up as you sat down on the bench next to him and then put your book in your lap. You opened it and started reading.

“Tell me why I didn’t know you existed.”

Tucking your finger into the book and closing it, you turned to face him. “I- My mother thought it was a good idea that I be kept away until I was older.”

He studied your face. “And what did you want.”

You looked away from him and stared at the greenery. “I- I don’t know. This is my first time away from home. I admit at first, I was terrified and well… I still am.” You shrug and then meet his gaze again. “I suppose I still don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I like it here. It’s beautiful and everyone has been nice but…” another shrug. You don’t realize that you’ve started to pick at your thumbs again until Aemond’s warm, calloused hand is on top of yours.

You look down at where your hands are touching and this time you don’t pull away. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to hurt you.” You let out a mirthless chuckle.

“Excuse me Prince, but if I may speak freely, I have heard of you although you’ve never heard of me. I know of what the world calls you…” you drop your voice to a whisper and look around, “I know what they say about you. So, forgive me if I find you rather…intimidating.”

Aemond doesn’t say anything for a few moments and the air pulls tight between you. Your heart starts racing and you chew on your lip. “I-I’m sorry, Prince.”

He shrugged and then stood. He stepped close to you, close enough to blot out the sun. You blinked up at him and when his hand came up to your jaw, your hands twisted together in your lap. His thumb rubbed your jaw as he leaned in close to you. “Why don’t you form your own opinion about me then, hmm? See if what you hear is true.”

Looking down, you pulled away from his hand. He made a fist when you pulled away but then folded his hands behind his back. You picked your book back up and held it to your chest. “I-I think I would like to go back to the library now, Prince.” He didn’t respond, instead he walked towards the way that you came from, towards the Red Keep, and once he rounded the corner you stood and followed.

Aemond felt terrible. He was angry. He wanted you to talk to him, open up to him. He wanted to show you that even though he was the kinslayer they labeled him as, he wouldn’t harm you. He wanted you to trust him. He was enthralled with you, your innocence. Maybe keeping you hidden from the world was a great thing. You hadn’t been tainted by the world. Not yet at least. And if he could, he would prevent that from ever happening.

He heard your footsteps padding behind him as he led you back to the library.  Glancing over his shoulder at you, he admired you. You were so beautiful. The way that the sun kissed your face, the way that you looked around at everything, as if seeing the world for the first time, and he supposed that you were. You spent your eighteen years alone, without anyone but the servants and your mother as company. Aemond understood.

When Aemond was a child, he became used to being alone. The loneliness that came from being the third child, and second born son to a King. He knew what it was like to live in the shadows, forever excluded from the group. Being laughed at and bullied. He was forced into solitude by his family. Much like you were.

He was forced to love solitude until he began to yearn for it, crave it as he grew. He prided himself on his ability to become invisible. Wear an impenetrable armor of isolation. Everyone pushed him away, told him to leave them alone. And when he saw the same craving for solitude in you, it shocked him that you pushed him away. He would fight that. He would show you that you could experience solitude without loneliness and fear.

Aemond knew that he was menacing. It was why he wore the patch over his eye, he didn’t want to scare women, and now, he didn’t want to scare you. But no one would ever understand why he was okay with his disfigurement, what it symbolized for him. He gained a lot more than he lost that day. But people continued to shove him into a cage with their rumors and assumptions. They called him murderer. Kinslayer. They weren’t wrong but the judgments made him angry, resentful.

Soon after Aemond gained his infamous kinslayer name, he became darker. Let his wrath fuel his most depraved desires. To kill anyone that opposed him. His family. And his brother let him do whatever he wanted. Aemond did and never felt bad for it or cared one bit. Until he met you and saw himself mirrored in you. The loneliness, anxiety, how you preferred the company of yourself above others and how it wasn’t triggered by the world rejecting you, but rather your rejection of it.

You were two sides of the same coin. You are the light and him the dark. And he was going to do whatever he could to keep it that way.

Instead of leading you back to the library the same way, he took a left and detoured for another spot. Somewhere that he thought you may like. Where you would feel more comfortable. Maybe if he showed you another side of him, then you would allow him in.

You noticed that Aemond took a different route than y’all did when you were hand in hand running through the aisles and gardens. You passed a few people and when you weren’t keeping your head down, you gave them a small smile. Each one bowed to Aemond but he didn’t pay them any attention.

You came to a wooden gate and Aemond pulled a key from his pocket. You looked around and noticed that no one was around. “Where are we going?” you asked.

“Somewhere I think you’ll like.” He answered as the gate opened. He stepped through and you bit your lip and followed. There was a tunnel made of green vines that seemed never ending. The gate clanged shut behind you as you continued to follow him through. He went around a corner and the green tunnel ended, opening up into a tree covered hill right on the edge of Blackwater Bay. There was no one around and it was like a private little sanctuary. There was a swing attached to a large tree that swung right out over the sandy beach. Further out, you could see boats and people moving about them, like little ants from this distance.

“Wow.” you said as you looked out over the scenery. It was truly beautiful from here. Even Kings Landing looked lovely and imposing from where you were. As you looked back at Aemond, he was looking at you again. You cleared your throat and gave him a small smile. “This is beautiful.”

“Mm. I assumed you would like a secluded place like this.”

You looked around again. “Yes, Prince Aemond. I do.”

He nodded and then looked out over the water as the breeze picked up pieces of his hair. “You and I aren’t so different, Y/N. You may have heard all these bad things about me, but I was made this way.” He looked over at you then, and the sight of him standing there, looking at you, took your breath away. “But I feel like I know you. I see parts of myself in you.” Swallowing, you take a few steps towards where he is standing. You toss the book at the base of the tree and then sit on the swing. “I brought you here because it is a place where I like to come when the world gets too dark.”

You rock back and forth on the swing still looking at him. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Prince Aemond.” You watch his throat bob with a swallow. “Truthfully, I don’t know what to think. Since I have met you, you have been nothing but kind to me.” You smile at him and feel your cheeks heat. “I- I think I would like to be friends.”

“Friends?” He asked, his eyebrows raising. The smile dropped from your face and your eyes went to your lap again.

“I-”

“No, Y/N. Friends is fine.” You looked up to see him look down at his feet and then back at you. He gives you a smirk. “I think that I would like that.”

Nodding, you start moving your feet beneath you to make the swing move. Back and forth. Your hair flies around you and the breeze tickles your cheeks. “What does it mean to be friends with you, Prince Aemond?”

He chews on his answer a moment. His jaw working before he answers. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one before.” You tilt your head at him skeptically. “But it means that you’re safe with me, Y/N.” You were slightly disbelieving, since he was the most dangerous man in the realm and his reputation was so bad. But you promised yourself to give him a chance. Maybe he needed to feel like he wasn’t alone.

You both spent the day in Aemond’s secret spot, learning more about each other. You told him about Old Town, about the Tower there and how the staircase whirled up so high that when you were a child it felt like you were stepping into the clouds. He told you that there was nothing like being above the clouds and that flying on a dragon is the most powerful feeling in the world. He promised that if he could, he would take you on a ride one day, show you what it felt like to be above the world and show you what it felt like to feel free. The more the spoke of it, the more it sounded amazing. You were never one for adventure and longed for the quiet solitude of your life at Old Town, but he made it sound so intriguing.

The sky went from a rich blue, to a mixtures of pinks and purples and Aemond suggested that you both head back to the Red Keep. You thought that it was probably a good idea since you were hungry, and the hour was fast approaching for you to get dressed for dinner. He stood first and dusted himself off, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it and he pulled you up. When you stood, you lost your footing and fell into his chest. He held you up and you looked into his eye. He licked his lip as he stared at yours and you felt him lean down a little. You immediately turned your head and stepped away as the heat crept up your neck. Was he going to kiss you? There was no way that Prince Aemond wanted to press his soft looking, pink lips to yours.

You wiped your hands down your dress. “I-Thank you again for today, Prince Aemond.”

He cleared his throat, and you looked up to see him nod at you. Grabbing your book, you heard him begin his trek back to the Red Keep. You smiled as you followed him. Maybe the Prince wasn’t so scary after all.

The next couple of weeks went much like that. You would spend time in the library reading and the prince would come join you. Sometimes you would talk, sometimes you would just sit in comfortable silence. You came to enjoy Prince Aemond’s company and your preconceived beliefs about him slowly started to chip away with each moment you spent together.

Anywhere you were, the prince was always nearby. If you took a walk in the gardens with your mother or Queen Helaena, he would always pop up as if he was watching you. The thought of that should have scared you, but for some reason, it became comforting to know that he was always there.

It was also surprising to wake up and see a pink rose on the table next to your bed with a small piece of parchment rolled across the stem. You got up and walked to the table, lifting the flower to your nose. It was one from the day in the garden, when you first became friends. Unrolling the parchment, you read the words that he wrote for you and smiled.

Y/N

The flowers kept me company before you, and now they remind me of you.

-A

A knock sounded at the door, signaling the arrival of the servant’s there to prepare you for the day. You tucked Aemond’s note into the drawer and set the flower back down on the table. The door opened as you stood and the two serving girls that had been helping you since you arrived in King’s Landing entered.

You went through the process of dressing, but today you couldn’t stop smiling. Aemond was nothing like you thought he would be. At least if he was, he never let you see it. Instead, he would give you small smiles and kind words whenever he could. Another knock sounded at your door and Ser Criston entered. He bowed at you before speaking.

“My Lady. Your presence has been requested in the Great Hall.”

“Thank you, Ser Criston.”

With one last glance at the pink rose, you followed him downstairs.

Two weeks in Kings Landing and going to court still made you nervous. King Aegon sat upon the throne with Aemond at his side, hearing the complaints and begging of Lord and Ladies and of some commoners. You liked to stay towards the back and avoid any attention, but Aemond always kept his eye on you. Everytime you would glance at him, he would be looking at you.

Today when you glanced at him, he winked his eye at you, and you smiled as the heat crept up your cheeks. You took a step back into the shadowed wall.

A man walked forward to stand in front of Aegon and you couldn’t make out the words that were being said but the tension in the room grew thicker. A few people in front of you began whispering to each other and you slid further along the wall to try to hear what was going on. Aegon sat up on the throne and leaned towards the man in front of him. You watched as Aemond took a step around the man, his movements agile like a cat. Aemond’s face became stoic, and a darkness crept over it. The sight made your stomach drop and your heart face. He embodied his reputation before your eyes, becoming the harbinger of death that everyone said him to be.

You watched as he stepped behind the man in front of Aegon, pleading, yelling. Aegon looked at Aemond and gave him a small nod. You had picked your thumbs so bad that they stung and when you looked down, one was bubbling blood from the broken skin. Your eyes were darting between Aemond and Aegon and the man, blood filling your ears and you couldn’t make out what was being said. It all sounded like you were trapped under water. Felt like it.

Aemonds sword came down in a hard swipe, removing the mana head entirely. You thought you screamed but covered your hand with your mouth. No. No he was a monster. He was as terrifying as you believed. How could you be friends with someone like that? How could the same man that sent you a flower that very morning, the one that had become your closest friend, kill with no remorse, no second question.

Gathering your skirts, you ran from the Great Hall, exiting out of a side door. You tan and tan until your stomach began heaving. Gripping the green covered wall next to you, not caring of the thorns stabbing your hand, the bile came out of your mouth. Once your stomach was emptied, you sat down on a bench and put your head in your hands and began to weep.

After the chaos cleared in the Great Hall, Aemond looked around for you. He wanted to make sure you were okay. His eyes drifted to the spot where you were standing before. Where you smiled at him.

You weren’t there.

His eye slid across each face in the room and yours was not there. Had you left? Aemond stood next to his brother a few more minutes as he heard the last few requests. Once court was over, he found one of the guards posted near where you were standing. They told him you left and which door you left through.

Aemond walked outside, following the path through the garden. He heard a sound that made his stomach drop. He stepped over a puddle of vomit as he turned the corner and saw you sitting on the bench, with your head in your hands, crying.

He knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands, pulling them from your face. His heart squeezed in his chest at the sight of your tears.

“Who did this? Who made you cry?”

You looked into his face, tears trailing down your reddened cheeks.

“You.”

The look in his face when you said it made more tears slide down your face, like he didn’t understand.

“You were supposed to show me that you weren’t what everyone said you were.”

Aemond grabbed your face with both his hands, forcing you to look in his face. “I am not the monster you think I am.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. Grabbing his wrists while his hands were still cupping your face you said, “but you did it so easily Aemond. I watched it.”

He let go of your face and tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pushed him off and stood.  “No. I- I don’t think I want to be your friend anymore, Prince Aemond.”

Aemond’s face paled and he reached his hand out to touch you. You shrinked away from his touch, then turned your back to him and ran.

You spent the rest of the evening in your chambers. Not even coming down for dinner. Instead, you had one of the servants bring you a plate and you sat on the sofa in front of the hearth, listening to the crackling and popping of the logs as they burned.

The silence felt nice, and you welcomed it especially after the mind altering experience you had earlier that day. You felt bad about what you said to Prince Aemond, but you were emotional, and he promised you that he would prove to you, show you, how he wasn’t the beast he was rumored to be.

In a way, he did keep his promise and he was just fulfilling his duty to the realm, to his brother the King, but that didn’t make it any easier for you to swallow. You stood and walked over to the table next to your bed. The pink rose was still there, and you stared at it as you grabbed your book next to it.  Chewing your lip, you wondered if maybe you should try to talk to him.

A light knock sounded on your door that made you jump. You grabbed your silk robe from the bed and shrugged it on as you padded to the door. You cracked it open and peeked out. Aemond was standing there.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N. May I come in?”

You looked around the hall behind him and then back to him. Unease crept up your spine. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea Prince Aemond. It would not be wise to have people questioning my maidenhead when they find out I’ve had a Prince in my room at night.”

You stared at each other for a few beats. It felt like time was at a standstill. You looked down at your feet and started closing the door. “Goodnight Prince Aemond.”

His hand shot out to keep the door from closing. He didn’t say anything but the look in his eye made you relent. Sighing, you opened the door and let him in.

Your scent enveloped him as soon as he walked in the door. Looking to the side, he saw the pink rose he picked for you laying on the end table. Good. At least you didn’t burn it. Maybe he had a chance still.

You passed him and went to sit on the couch, gathering your legs beneath you. The fire light flickering off your face made you look ethereal, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he tried to find his words.

Aemond cleared his throat, “I made you a promise that I would show you that you didn’t have to fear me.” You didn’t look at him. Your hands were twisting together nervously in your lap. He came to you and knelt. Gathering your hands in his, he continued. “You still do not have to fear me. I will never harm you.”

You pulled your eyes from your lap and looked into his as a single tear slid down your face.  Your voice came out soft, a whisper. “I still want to be your friend Prince Aemond.”

One of his hands came up to cup your jaw, thumb wiping away the stray tear. He licked his lips, the sight of them soft and pink made your heart race. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore, Y/N.”

Your heart sank. Why didn’t he want to be your friend anymore? You had grown used to him being around, being there. A steady presence that you could rely on in this strange new place. “Why?”

Aemond stared at you for another moment and then let go of your face and stood. He stood in front of the fire with his back to you and then his arm lifted, pulling the eye patch from his face. You stared at him in awe, waiting. You were going to see what he looked like without the covering.

When he turned, you stopped breathing. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. The scar running down his face added to his dangerous and menacing demeanor. He was absolutely stunning. Words couldn’t explain how beautiful. Your heart was racing as he knelt in front of you again, and that’s when you noticed the large sapphire in his eye.

It must be one of the largest stones you had seen outside of in bits of jewelry. It glimmered in the firelight. You lifted your hand slowly, gently to his face, fingers dancing featherlight across his skin. He closed his good eye as you inspected his face. It was magnificent.

“I know I look like the monster without the covering. But I needed you to see me, really see me for who I am.”

His eye slowly opened, and you both sat there, surrounded in silence. “You are terrifyingly beautiful Prince Aemond.” You whispered. Your words dusted across his face. You heard him swallow and watched as the tip of his tongue stuck out to wet his lips.

Somehow, he was closer. So, close you were sharing breaths. “Why don’t you want to be my friend anymore” you whispered.

“Because I want more.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across yours. He kissed you so softly, the barest of touches. It made something warm come to life inside you. His lips were soft and pliant as he kissed you again, this time a little harder. You tilted your head slightly and you felt his tongue gently lick the seam of your lips. You opened for him. He groaned into your mouth as your hands came up to wrap in the collar of his shirt. His tongue was soft, and wet and massaged yours with a surprising tenderness that you wouldn’t expect from a man like him. You felt breathless as his hand gently touched your neck and slid to the back of your neck. He leaned his weight into you, and you felt so warm and weightless in his arms with his lips on yours. You made a small whimpering noise that made him become a little more frenzied in his kisses. When you tried to pull away, he pulled you in tighter, tilting his head to get a better claim on your mouth.

When he finally let you pull away, your chest was heaving and there was an ache deep inside you that you hadn’t felt before. Aemond pressed his forehead to yours. “I want more. I want you Y/N”

You were still dazed by the kiss he just gave you, your first kiss. “What does that mean?” You asked him.

“It means whatever you want it to mean. I just want you.”

That anxious feeling slowly began to come back. You just kissed Prince Aemond in your chambers at night. If anyone found out-

“I can see your brain working Y/N. I will take care of everything. Don’t worry.”

You just nodded at him, feeling too stunned to speak. Just hours ago, you didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Now you just kissed him, and he was telling you that he wants you.

He pressed another gentle kiss to your lips before standing and walking to the door. You watched his back as he opened it and very quietly, he told you “Goodnight” before he disappeared through it, leaving you sitting on the couch touching your fingers to your kiss swollen lips.

“I think that the prince has taken a liking to you.” Your mother whispered to you while you sat together in the garden. There was no way that you would tell her about how he came to your chambers at night and kissed you. How did she know? You pretended to act stupid.

“What?” You asked her.

She rolled her eyes at you. “He always happens to be wherever you are, all the time.”

You glanced over to see him walking towards you and your mother. You put your head down to hide your blush. “We are friends.”

Your mother hummed. “Good afternoon, Prince Aemond”.

Glancing up you catch his eye and then bow and greet him also. “Lady Hightower, your husband has requested you. I’ll get Y/N back to her chambers in time to prepare for dinner”

Your mother patted your arm and stood, and she gave Aemond a small bow as she left. She absolutely did not wink at you over her shoulder as she walked away.

Aemond held his hand out for you to grab. “My mother thinks that you have taken a liking to me”

He pulls you up and you both start walking in the direction of the Red Keep. “Mm. Maybe I have.”

His words made you blush. Clearing your throat, you asked “What are we doing today, Prince Aemond.”

He stopped walking and looked at you. His eye went from bouncing between yours and your lips. “I would like for you to see the dragon pit.”

Turns out, the dragon pit was much too small for Aemond’s dragon. That or he just preferred to keep the elderly beast out of a cage. The symbolism of not caging his dragon was not lost on you.

You spent the day watching Aemond and the dragon trainers speak to each other in High Valyrian and walking around, observing, drinking it all in. The dragon pit smelled of burned flesh and other things, but it was natural for the dragons. What wasn’t natural to you, was just how large Aemond’s dragon was up close.

He pulled you by the hand close to her gigantic sleeping form. You ran your fingertips down the scales on her shoulder. They were hard and sharp, unlike any armor that existed. Vhagar was old and her age showed on her wings and on the scars littering her body. She was positively magnificent, and you were at a loss for words.

Vhagar lifted her head heavily and made a strange sound as you and Aemond approached near her head. Her inner eye lid slid open and watched you both, but it felt like the dragon could see through to your soul and it was laying it bare.

You swallowed heavily and stretched your arm out to touch her snout. Aemond was saying something to her in that ancient tongue his family used. When your hand laid flat against Vhagar, you released a breath that you were hoding and began petting her. Vhagar’s eyes closed, and she rested her head like some giant hound enjoying scratches. The purity and happiness of it brought tears to your eyes.

“She is magnificent Aemond.”

When you looked over at him, he was standing so close to you. He looked away quick and then studied Vhagar. “She is. The oldest and largest dragon in the world.”

You looked away from him and continued to pet her. “It is why you lost your eye, right? That is what the rumors say. That Aemond One-Eye gave his eye for a dragon. And not just any dragon, the most powerful dragon of them all.”

“Would you like to ride her?” His voice was soft, and his hand came to rest on top of yours. His breath blew the small hairs on the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise.

You chewed your lip. She was large but you didn’t think you were ready to ride her. “I-I don’t know. I don’t think I want to.”

You turned slightly and looked up at him. “Mm.” Was all he said before he leaned his head down and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, making your face heat. Removing your hand from Vhagar, you leaned your head back onto Aemond’s shoulder and closed your eyes.

It felt good. He made you feel good. He had this way that made you feel like you were the only person in the world with how he always found you and noticed you. He made you feel beautiful, special. You realized that he allowed you to see a side of him that he didn’t let the world see. He saved it for you. And that thought was a seed that bloomed into a flower in your mind and made you realize how much he was starting to mean to you.

Somehow at the realization coming to life in your mind, Aemond’s hand slid up the front of your neck and tilted your head to the side, so he could put his lips against yours.

Your body melted into his kiss. This one was different than before, still gentle but more passionate, more tongue. He licked the inside of your mouth and when he pulled away, he gently pulled your bottom lip. When you opened your eyes to look at him, his pupil was so large that you could barely see the ring of blue around it. His hand was still lightly pressed against your throat, your heart thumping against his palm as he ran his thumb along your jaw. He closed his eye, leaning his forehead against yours. You lost track of how long you both stood there like that, holding each other at the edge of the dragon pit, next to his ginormous dragon.

“Prince Aemond” someone said behind you. The voice made a chill run over your body. It was your father’s. Aemond unwrapped his arms around you and turned. You turned behind him and looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with your father before quickly looking away. This was not good. What was he going to say?

Aemond put his body between you and your father with his hand on his sword. The air went thick with tension. “Lord Hightower.” He took a step toward your father shifting himself further in front of you. You started chewing your fingers at their exchange.

“The King has requested your presence.”

“Mm. And what for? I just left him earlier.” Aemond’s voice was full of irritation.

“He did not say, my Prince.” Aemond didn’t move. Your father cleared his throat. “Y/N, you can come with me and let Prince Aemond go to his brother.”

Your eyes lifted from the ground, dancing back and forth from your father to Aemond. Butterflies filled your stomach, and your hands had a slight tremor. Aemond looked over his shoulder at you and then back at your father. “Y/N would you like to accompany me to see your King?”

“Prince Aemo-”

“I asked Y/N, Lord Hightower.” Being put on the spot made the tremors worse. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to speak.

“I- “

“Come Y/N” your father said.

Aemond turned his back to your father and held your trembling hands in his. He whispered, “you do not have to if you do not want Y/N”. Searching his eyes, you nodded.

“I-Father I would like to go with Prince Aemond to see the King.” Looking away from Aemond, you met your fathers glare. His cheeks were red, and his eyes narrowed.

“Very well. I would like to see you before dinner.”

“Yes father.” You watched your father turn his back and walk back to the Red Keep. Aemond was still staring at you. He brought his hand up to your face. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “Can you take me to my chambers before you go to your brother?”  

Clenching his jaw, he nodded stiffly, and he took your hand in his leading you both back to the keep in the same direction your father just went.

The silence had never been an issue for you but for some reason, the events of the day were weighing heavy on your mind. You paced back and forth in your room, chewing your fingers, waiting for your father to arrive. To scold you. The minutes felt like hours as you waited. Swinging the door to your chambers open, you asked the guard if your father had been by at all and they didn’t say anything. He said he hadn’t, and you shut the door in his face and went back to pacing.

Aegon sat at the head of the table in the small council chamber. He leaned back in his chair looking bored as always, like he would rather be anywhere but there right then. Like being King was a chore.

Lord Hightower sat across from Aemond to Aegon’s right. The old man was glaring at him and Aemond just gave him a small smirk. Let him feel uncomfortable. He was not ready for what Aemond was about to suggest.

Aegon tapped his fingers on the desk twice. “Brother. Lord Hightower suspects you have ill intentions with his daughter Y/N.”

Aemond folded his hands together in front of him and shrugged. He met the glare of the man across from him. “My intentions are not bad Lord Hightower.”

Aemond saw the veins pulse in Lord Hightower’s neck and forehead. “He had his tongue so far down her throat that she couldn’t breathe! I say that he has probably already deflowered her!”

Aemond slammed his fist on the table and stood. “My advances were not unwanted by Y/N. She didn’t push me away nor tell me to stop.” He leaned over the table and bared his teeth. “You should hold your daughter in a higher regard to believe she would give over her innocence so freely Lord Hightower.”

Lord Hightower looked at Aegon who had a smug smile on his face. “I want him to face punishments for trying to woo my daughter. She is not yours to do with what you choose!”

“Nor is she yours!” Aemond’s chest was heaving. How dare your father try to have him punished. And for what? For giving you the attention and company, you deserve? For showing you that you shouldn’t be afraid of the world. Aemond slowly sat back into his chair when Aegon waved him down. “Lord Hightower. I would like to make a proposition that would greatly benefit your house.”

Aegon looked at Aemond wide eyed, but Aemond was staring at Lord Hightower. “Prince Aemond” he said, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Y/N is too good for this, for you. She deserves better.”

Aemond clenched his fist. “I can give her everything she needs. Give her to me.”

Aegon started laughing quietly, trying to hide it behind his hand. Aemond glared at him. Aegon cleared his throat. “Lord Hightower, my brother wishes to wed your daughter. He stands to gain nothing and you everything. Maybe you should reconsider.”

Aemond didnt want to explain to his brother how wrong he was and that you were everything. He would gain the world if you were only his.

Lord Hightower looked down at his hands and then at Aemond. “I must speak about it with my wife”

“No” Aemond said. “You will decide. You kept her locked away in that fucking tower for eighteen years. I’m not giving your wife the chance or you for that matter, to do it again. If you so much as try, I will feed you and your wife to my dragon and then burn Old Town to the fucking ground.”

A knock sounded at your door that had you jumping from your spot on the sofa. You had fallen asleep waiting, even missing dinner. The fire in the hearth was now just coals. Your heart raced as you padded to the door and opened it. It was Ser Criston.

“My Lady, Y/N, your father has requested your presence.”

Wiping your sweaty palms down your front, you nodded and then followed him down the corridor. When the door to your parents chambers opened, your father was facing the fireplace, forearm resting on the mantle. Your mother was sitting on the sofa and gave you a small smile when you entered. The door shutting hard behind you made you look over your shoulder at it.

“Come sit, Y/N” your mother said, patting the spot next to her.

Swallowing, you went and sat beside her. Your father cleared his throat but didn’t turn to face you. “We thought we were doing the right thing by bringing you here, but I am afraid that we were wrong.”

His calm voice made the anxious feeling swirl in your gut. “What do you mean?”

Your mother put her hand on your leg. “Darling, you have attracted the attention of Prince Aemond.”

Your hands twisted together. “I know. We are friends.”

“Friends don’t stick their tongues down each other’s throats Y/N” He scoffed. “And Prince Aemond. Do you know what kind of man he is?”

“I- I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I know what others say, Father, but he has been nothing but kind to me. Been my friend.”

Your father finally turned and took a seat in the chair across from the sofa. “They call him Kinslayer, Y/N. He is not your friend!” His knuckles gripped the arm of the chair, and he leaned forward, eyes darting between yours and your mothers. “No matter. You will marry him.”

“What?” Your mother and you both said at the same time.

“Yes. Y/N will marry Aemond One-Eye.”

Your mother and your father began exchanging words, back and forth but you didn’t hear anything. Your heart raced, pumping so hard the sound of your heart beating echoed in your ears. It became hard to swallow. Why would he do that? Yes, you were friends and yes, your father saw him kiss you, but why go so far? Wouldn’t a Prince be betrothed to someone else? You were sheltered, too soft, and you hadn’t been in Kings Landing but only a few weeks.

“How soon?” Your mother’s wobbly voice sounded through your foggy mind. Your eyes slid over to her. They were wet with tears. Why were they so afraid of him? He wasn’t that bad. Not to you. Your eyes darted to your father as his mouth moved but you couldn’t hear what he said, so you asked him to repeat it.

“Before the next moon, you will be Princess Y/N.”

You didn’t return to your chambers after leaving your parents. Instead, you told your escort to lead you down to the gardens because you needed air. It was late and the usual bustling in the Keep was nearly silent, only passing a few servants doing their nightly chores. When you came to the exit, you told the guard to stand at the entrance and wait for you. When the night time breeze kissed your face, your feet carried you around a corner. Looking around and listening, making sure no one was following you or could see you, you ran.

You ran and ran, muscle memory taking over and leading you to the door that led outside of the garden. It was probably not a good idea to wander outside of the gates alone, but you had spent so much of your life feeling caged and after the conversation you had with your parents, you just wanted to leave. Get away.

Your calves burned as you climbed the hill, step after step, until you came to the clearing with the tree swing. Your pace slowed then, and you looked out to where the sky touched the water, and admired the stars scattered across the sky. Looking up and down the beach, you didn’t see anyone, so you slipped your shoes off and walked to the shore.

The moon was like a fingernail in the sky, but the stars reflected enough light for you to see. Your feet sunk into the sand the closer you got to the water and when you reached the edge you stepped right out in it. The waves pushed and pulled at you gently and you let it tug you further out, your dress floating around you.

The breeze picked your hair up, blowing it around your head. Fully clothed, you held your breath and dunked yourself in the water. You held your breath as long as you could, until your lungs started burning. Quickly, you pulled yourself up for air, standing as the waves crashed into you and tilted your head up to the stars.

How did you go from living in the tower at Old Town, hidden away from the world two months ago, to here now, standing in Blackwater Bay, betrothed to Prince Aemond. The Kinslayer. Aemond “One-Eye”, they call him. A murderer. King Aegon’s Sword. He had more blood on his hands than most of the guards that worked for your father and the City Watch combined. He was dangerous, terrifying, and beautiful. The large scar across his face and the patch that he wore over his eye so he wouldn’t frighten people made him even more alluring to you than the whispers behind his back. The man you were terrified of. Intimidated by. The man you admired from a distance.

Until he showed you that you didn’t need to be afraid of him. That you could trust him.

The realization made you feel free. You closed your eyes and breathed as the wind made you shiver. Your wet clothes clung to your body and the breeze was cold. Hugging your arms around yourself, you started trudging through the water. You walked along the beach and back up the hill. Once you made it up top near the swing, you picked up the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. You sat there in only your wet shift, teeth beginning to chatter. Discarding the dress, hanging it over the swing, you then hugged your knees to your chest and watched the waves.

A rustling of the grass behind you made you jump. Turning your head towards the noise, Aemond appeared. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at you.

“Hello betrothed.” Your voice came out soft and quiet.

He made an “mm” sound as he approached and sat so close that your shoulders were touching. You embraced the warmth seeping from him. “It’s for the best.”

You turned your head to look at him and his gaze met yours. “How?”

“It is only I who may give you the world that you deserve. You shouldn’t be afraid of anything. Not anymore.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you laid your head on his shoulder. It was silent for a few moments, the waves lapping the shore the only sound. Very softly, you spoke. “Thank you.”

He turned his head and you lifted yours, resting your chin on his shoulder. He leaned in and kissed you softly. So soft and airy. A gentle touching of lips. His hand came up and stroked your jaw as he tilted his head, turning into you and deepening the kiss. You opened up for him, allowing his warm wet tongue entry into your mouth. The kiss was fervent and deep, and it felt like he was trying to use his kiss to tell you how he felt without words.

The kiss continued to deepen and Aemond groaned into your mouth as he slowly lowered you to your back on the ground. He climbed over you, fitting himself between your legs, never once breaking the kiss. You brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He groaned again and pressed his hardness into your now aching center. You made a small whimpering noise that he swallowed.

His hands began to explore you. Slowly dragging his shaky hands from your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbone where he slid the sleeve of your dress from your shoulder. He pulled his mouth away from yours and then bent his head to place a soft, open mouth kiss on your shoulder. He grinded himself into you again, making you lift your hips to meet his movement. You had never felt like this before, with your body aching with need.

He lifted himself off you and the loss of his warmth made goosebumps rise on your skin. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and then pulled it over his head. Your eyes drank in his lean body as he leaned back over you. His mouth immediately found yours again, and his hands continued to wander. His palm met your breast, and he slowly ran his hand over your puckered nipple. He leaned down and flicked it with his tongue through the material of your shift. The sensation caused your hips to buck again, and he rubbed himself on your warm center.

“You are so beautiful Y/N”

You bet your lip and whimpered as he sucked your fabric covered nipple into his mouth. You pushed your fingers through his long hair at the nape of his neck as he lifted his head and did the same thing to your other nipple. His hands rubbed up and down the sides of your body and you arched into him.

His mouth took yours again as one of his hands slid down to your thigh and rubbed light circles on the inside. “Are you okay?” You nodded. “If I slide my fingers over your center, you’re going to be wet for me, aren’t you? I can feel how hot it is from here.”

His words made you groan and nod vehemently. He placed an open mouthed kiss on your jaw as his hand slowly slid the hem of your shift up and he ran his knuckle slowly down your seam. You pulled his face to you, seeking his kiss and he gave it to you, thrusting his tongue deep. His other hand holds himself up as he takes what you are so willing to give. His tongue licks against yours as he slides one finger down your pussy from the top to your entrance in a featherlight touch that has you moaning into his mouth.

“Shh.” He whispers into your mouth. “Keep still, Y/N.” Your chest heaves as he slowly circles the tip of his finger at your wet entrance. He slowly slides his finger tip inside and you feel your pussy suck his finger deeper inside. “Fuck.” His words sound shaky. “You’re so warm and tight.”

You whimper against his lips and dig your nails into his shoulders. You feel a little stretch as he adds another finger to the one that is already pumping inside you. He pulls them out and slides them up to rub at your clit. His touch is so soft, so gentle, that your thighs quiver around him. He continues his actions, shoving two fingers inside you, working his wrist, pulling them out to tickle your entrance and then slide them up to your silken, slick flesh. Over and over, he does it to where you can hear your wetness as he thrusts again.

Slowly, he removes his hand, withdrawing it from between your legs. And you are so wanton, so achy, that you whine and beg. “Please Aemond.”

He kisses you again. “Shhh. I am going to take care of you. Trust me.” He licks his tongue into your mouth. Pulling away he leans back on his knees and pushes your shift off your body. Where the breeze was making you cold before, Aemond has you so hot right now that the breeze is almost as painful as the need deep inside you.

He flattens his palms on your inner thighs and spreads you wide. You fight the urge to cover yourself as he leans down and presses his forehead to your fleshy thigh. He inhales deep and it makes you blush and bite your lip. You toss your head back as the tip of his tongue finds your entrance and he licks you slowly up to your clit. He repeats the motion slowly and then presses a soft open mouthed kiss on your nub before sucking it gently into his mouth. “Mm. You taste so good. I have been dying to have your sweet nectar on my tongue.” His tongue slides down your seam until it gets to your entrance, and he slides it inside you.

The intrusion feels so good. So warm. Aemond’s tongue curls inside you and you grab his hair and grind yourself against his face. One of his hands is under your ass and the other comes around your thigh and grips your mound, opening it up for him. He pulls his tongue out and starts open mouth kissing your clit, lightly flicking his tongue on it. With every pass of his tongue, you whimper and shake. As he sucks on your clit, he puts two fingers in your pussy. “Give it to me.” he tells you. Within two more sucks, a sob rips from you. That sensation you were chasing finally erupts. You throw your head back, hips bearing down on his face with short rough jerks, and you continue until you are too sensitive to be touched there.

“That’s it, Y/N” he tells you. Your pussy clenches down on his fingers. He kisses it again and your body jerks.

“Seven Hells, Aemond.” you whimper.

His face is wet with your arousal as he licks his lips. “Look at the mess I made of you pretty girl.” He kisses your pussy again and you shove at his head. He hums as he sits back on his knees again and begins to come out of his pants. His cock springs free. It is intimidating as it bobs and hits his bellybutton. He must notice your apprehension because he leans over your body again and says “Shhh. I won’t hurt you” and then kisses you again.

His cock nestles itself in your folds, and he grinds into his. The head of him rubs at your clit and it makes your body jolt each time he does it. His kiss is slow, agonizingly slow, as he rubs his cock against you. Pulling away, he presses his forehead to you.

His hand grabs the base of his cock, and he tugs on it, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. He lines himself up at your entrance and then sucks on your bottom lip. “Take a deep breath.” You do. “If it hurts to much, tell me.” You nod.

At first the stretch burns, it’s foreign. You can feel every vein and the notch of his head as it slips in. He looks down at you. “Are you okay?” he asks.

You nod. “Y-Yes.”

He pushes in more. “Fuck it’s so tight.” His words make you whimper and dig your nails into his biceps. He looks down at where you two are connected. Another inch. He throws his head back. His arms are shaking with holding back. “It’s going to sting. But it will feel better after.” You nod again and look at where his cock is entering you. He pushes more in. More and more, against the slight resistance, and then his hips come to rest against yours. He doesn’t move. Instead, he just leaves it there. His eye meets yours and you reach up to touch his face. Your hands are shaky, but you are gentle as you slowly run your fingers over his jaw and around his head before pulling his eye patch off. His cock throbs inside of you and you clench your walls around him. He hisses as he leans down and kisses you.

He begins to move inside you, slowly at first. One of his hands come up to cradle beneath your neck, while the other holds himself above you. He presses his forehead to yours. The intimacy of the moment is not lost on you, and he holds your gaze as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. Skin to skin, eye to eye, shared breaths. He pulls out and thrusts back in, over and over. “You are mine now, Y/N” You nod at him. Yes, you nod. You have never wanted anything more. “I vow that I will protect you.” Thrust. “Keep you safe.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.

His hand around your neck slides down your body until it is situated between you, and he begins rubbing at your clit again. It makes your pussy squeeze down on him hard. You start to grind into his thrusts with the friction of his hand, making that feeling build inside you. You can hear how wet you are with each pierce of his cock inside you. He continues to rub circles and it isn’t long before you are a sobbing mess, frantic with need and writhing wantonly beneath him, begging him to let you come again. Everything feels so good. So magical.

The orgasm that takes over your body feels life-altering and as you come down from it, you realize how much this moment changes everything. Aemond holds eye contact as his cock starts to swell inside you and his pumps become hurried, unsteady. He pumps and pumps and then groans hard, animalistic, throwing his head back. The veins in his neck straining with his orgasm.

The two of you breathe heavy as he brings his mouth to yours. This time, the kiss feels different. It feels like more of a promise. Like the one he made when he was inside you.

He pulls himself out of you and rolls over, his cock glistening in the starlight from your juices. He throws his forearm over his eyes as he lays there in the grass, under the tree where he made you the first promise and now, so many more. You can feel his come leak out of you and he looks over as you open your legs and touch your fingers to your pussy, pulling away a string of your mixed orgasms. He groans and rolls towards you, opening your legs and spreading your pussy to him again. He stares at where you leak and then rubs his finger around your sore entrance, gathering the come that has escaped and then puts it back in. When he pulls his hand away, he sucks his finger into his mouth and then leans over and kisses you.

It is erotic and sensual, and the flavor of your shared release makes something bloom in your chest. He pulls away and presses his forehead to yours again. “Mine.”

[jacemond-addict]

Paper Hearts (I signed it with love from me to you)

Aemond ‘one-eye’ Targaryen x Jacaerys ‘Jace’ Velaryon

Modern au

Part 1/2

Warning: bad writing

Soft Aemond.

Unrequited love.

Cute Heleana.

Daemyra mentioned.

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Jace loves flowers. But he’s allergic.

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Aemond hates paper cuts. But he loves Jace.

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“You know, Even if you cut your own heart out and shape it into a flower,” Aegon snatched one of the paper roses he had finished , inspecting it for a second and then throwing it back to the table carelessly.”Our dear nephew won’t reciprocate your feelings .”

Their nephew, since a young age had a fascination towards flowers. The natural beauty of it just captured his heart. But Jacaerys learned one day, when Daemon had gifted his mother,Rhaenyra ,a huge bouquet of red roses for their anniversary ; that he was allergic. Not a pretty sight.

So his little ole self made a origami flower at school, a crappy one if he remembers correctly kinda weird looking, and gave it to Jace. The way Jace eye lit up like fireworks took his breath away and when Jace hugged him, Daemon had to pull his son away so Aemond could breathe .

Aemond always came in second in everything but he was the first to make his nephew smile so big and eyes sparkle. So he mastered in origami over the years just for him. Paper cuts were and are a bitch. But it didn’t matter to Aemond.

Aemond had years of practice of shutting out Aegons harsh words . Everything that came out of his mouth goes into his left ear and leaves his right. This time it’s about Jace. Everything is different when it’s about Jace.

His fingers freezes, along with his heart. Only for a second, Aemond can’t let his brother know that his words affected him. Aegon and Heleana were the only ones that knew of his feelings for Jace. Helaena didn’t judge him. Aegon is a different story.

“He’s too infatuated with that guy, what’s his name, Corg Stork.” Aegon snorted. Not bothering him that Aemond was trying his best to ignore him.

Aemond would really love to bash his brother head on the table. But he won’t , Heleana would get scared and she might tell Jace. He balled his fist until his knuckles turn white and the red paper crumbles in his grasp.

Aemond knew exactly who he was talking about. His nephew’s friend that always seem to be around , Aemond loathe seeing that guy. The near mention of his name with Jace’s made him see red.

Aemond kept his jaw clenched tight and shifted in his seat.

“Don’t know what he sees in that guy. He’s no Aemond Targaryen.” Aegon eyes widen comically and shook his head in false despair of feeling bad for his little brother. His lips began to curl, Aegon glances at Helena, who shakes her head pleadingly, that just makes Aegon smile wider.

“Then again, He has two eyes.” Aegon shrugs as if saying ‘What can you do’.

Aegon loves to remind him with his stupid childish jokes that he had only one eye. As if Aemond needed reminding because the eyepatch wasn’t enough. Aemond slammed his hands on the table, Aegon jumped out of his reach and a thrill runs inside him seeing Aegon eyes flash in fear as he ran behind their sister.

Aegon mumbles quietly to her ‘protect me’ and his sweet trapped sister looks at him not knowing what to do. The fucker knew he wouldn’t do anything with Heleana in the way.

Aemond simply hums ,a constant habit of his, and leaves the room.Desperately in need of air. His ear pick up soft footsteps that he instantly knew belonged to Helena .

“I snitched. Mother grounded him.” Helena smiled proudly knowing she made Aegon pay for hurting her brother feelings. Aemond returned the smile and thanked her. She sat down with him and played with a ladybug she found .

“ Aemond, don’t believe Aegon’s cruel words.” Helena broke the silence. She gave him a soft smile , in her outstretched palm stood the ladybug. Aemond accepted the ladybug, confused.

“I will tell you a secret…but you can’t tell no one,” She says timidly. Embarrassingly, he points out his pinky finger with hers.

“Jacaerys said butterfly…” Heleana whispers.

“…….what?” Aemond lift his brows confused. Is he suppose to know what that meant. Is it a code?

Helena explains to him about the sleepover that Rhaena and Baela invited her , girls only, Aemond remebers how big his sister smiled and how all she can talk about was that sleepover. Heleana didn’t have many friends. Aemond could count them with one hand. Baela , Rhaena and Jacaerys.

Helena explained how Jace and Luke ended up crashing the sleepover , Baela and Rhaena only let the both boys stay if they agree to let the girls do their makeup. Aemond tried to not sound that desperate when he asked Helena if she possibly had pictures of Jace that night.

Helena just gave him a side eye glance, and ignored his question , too invested in telling her story to deal with Aemond crushing on Jacaerys. Aemond is not embarrassed. She got to the part where Rhaena brought up the topic of boys and girls.

“Baela said that we could get any girl or guy since we were all tens… It got me confused … I’m not 10 years old ….but Jace explained and then we played butterflies and spiders with the yearbook!”

Aemond tried not to look dumbfounded at the useless information Heleana was proudly sharing but all he got was how much fun she had at the sleepover. Aemond wondered if it was her plan to distract him from exploiting of anger and doing something reckless . It was useless because Aemond is back to square one.

He felt stupid for getting his hopes up. Of course Jace wouldn’t have feelings for his uncle. It’s wrong to have feelings for a nephew. Even if his mind supply with the information about Daemon and Rhaenyra .

His guts twisted in embarrassment and felt his fingers twitch to pick on his skin.

“Here’s your ladybug. I’m happy you had a great time with Rhaena and Baela.”Standing up, Aemond brushed the dust from his jeans and hoped his voice didn’t show how he felt. Angry, embarrased, confused, stupid.

“But….”

He kisses her forehead and heads back inside and straight to his room. He jumps into bed and shuts the world out.

Jace said butterfly. What the hell did that mean. It’s confusing the shit out of him.

Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly.

Aemond dreams of Jace, flowers, and butterfly’s.

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Aemond decided it’s time to move on. He’s been stuck with these feelings since he was 12. And in these years Jace didn’t magically fall in love with him. His plan was to avoid Jace , except it was kind of hard since they were related and went to the same school. To prove his point right now Jace stood in front of him looking annoyingly cute.

And since he was trying to not focus on how cute his nephew looked, he had to get his nephew eyes off of him.

“Here.” Aemond threw him the paper butterfly he worked on in English class instead of paying attention. Stupid butterfly couldn’t leave his head.

“No flowers today?” Jace held the butterfly between his fingers.

“I think it’s time to give up on that stupid hobby.” It time to give up on these stupid feelings I have for you. It’s what he really meant.

“It’s not stupid.” Jace said seriously . His eyes were back on Aemond. Shit. Why were they looking at him so……..

“Hmm” Aemond went with aloofness. He shouldn’t care what Jace thinks either way.

“Thank you for the butterfly.”Jace smiled as he tugged on Aemond’s sleeve like a little child wanting attention.

Aemond cracked and smiled back at him. How can he not, when Jace is looking up at him all cute with his pretty smile. It was his first day of trying to get over him, and it was going to shit. Aemond points to the paper butterfly and tries to tell him about what Heleana told him.

“Helena told me about the butterflies and spid—“

Jace smile falls . His mouth falls open and looks mortified. His nephew brown eyes are so wide they seem ready to fall out .Aemond’s own smile vanish. Jace cuts him off ,“SHE TOLD YOU!”Jace yells again, “Oh my God!, She promised!”

“Jace—“

Jace face turn red , it quickly followed to his ears and down to his neck. Jace looked embarrass and ashamed. Aemond try to grab him , to make him look at him , to get him to explain what was wrong that Heleana told him about the butterfly and spiders.

But Jace just runs . Aemond loses him in the crowd of other students. Jace was short so he could easily hide.His own face turn pink when he realize people were staring at him, probably when Jace screamed.

Aemond gave them all a glare. Maybe it’s a good time to leave. His shoe steps on something making him stop. Aemond takes a step back and peers down . He crouches down and picks up the butterfly . Jace dropped it.

“What did you tell the poor guy to scare him off? Your feelings for him?”Aegon pops out of nowhere, staring at the direction where Jace fleed, resting his elbow on Aemond shoulder.

Aegon should’ve graduated by now but he flunked all his classes.

“Aegon, brother , if you don’t learn to keep your stupid comments to yourself , I will literally murder you.”Aemond pushes Aegon off of him and throws him a menacing glare.

“Oh ,ok ,but for Jace your all sappy and nice but to your older brother —-”Aemond pretends to throw a punch making Aegon flinch “Sorry!” He screeches.

He pretends to not hear Aegon mumble behind him,’Anger problem much?’.

What the hell was that? Maybe Heleana was on to something. Butterfly and spider. He had to investigate. Aemond thought.

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Next part will be in Jace pov.

Sidenote: Thoughts?? What do you guys think butterfly and spider is ???? It’s a game but what game?????

Do you guys think Jace has feelings for Aemond or nah??? Thoughts on Heleana lowkey judging Aemond for being too thirsty???lol

[aemonds-sapphire]

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[quaithe-seastar]

Heart to Heart

Aemond x Wife Reader

Summary: Aemond spends time with your child so that you can have a much-needed break.

A/N: I'm back with more, Dad!Aemond, because I adore him so much. Aemond deserves someone who will love him as deeply and unconditionally as he loves them, and his baby definitely would. (Also, any dialogue in italics means the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was too lazy to attempt to translate it.) No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

“Daenys, please calm down,” you plead as you try to pacify the wailing girl.

Though your words seem to fall on deaf ears, she continues to scream and flail in your arms. You want nothing more than to join in as tears well in your eyes. You were at your wit's end. Nothing seemed to placate your child. Not even the sweets you had tried to bribe her with. 

The nursemaids had changed her nappy several times. They’ve tried feeding, bathing, offering toys, and even taking her for a walk in the gardens. Yet none of it worked. They brought her to you as a last resort, hoping she might be missing her mother. Unfortunately, their hopes went unfounded.

Daenys continued to thrash in your arms, and you struggled to keep a grip on her. She was surprisingly strong for someone so small. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” you coo, bouncing the fussy girl in your arms. “Are you tired? Shall we take a nap?”

Your questions only incite her fury. Daenys lets out an ear-splitting screech. You groaned, eyes closing in frustration at the situation. 

“How about we give your mother a break, hmm?”

You look up, finding your husband now standing before you. He takes your little girl into his arms, and for the first time in forever, she settles down. She doesn’t squirm and try to get away from him, and her wails turn into low whimpers and quiet hiccups. You watch as he handles her with such ease. Aemond pats her back and talks to her in a soothing voice, gently bouncing her in his arms. Daenys rested her head on his shoulder, her tiny fists held tightly onto his coat.

“I’m terrible at this,” you huffed, shame blooming in your chest. 

“No, you’re not.” Aemond leaned down, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to your head. “I’ll take her for a bit. Get some rest.”

You nod, grateful for his help. He waves Daenys’ hand towards you as they leave. You wave back until the pair disappear from your view. You sigh in relief as your body slumps onto the Grecian couch beneath you. You debate whether to continue with your book or take a quick nap.

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Aemond holds Daenys close to his chest as he maneuvers himself off his saddle. Ser Rickard Thorne stands to the side, wearing his freshly polished armor and pristine white cloak. Aemond nods at him, and the white knight quickly takes Aemond’s horse by the reins, leading the horse away.

The dragon lord looked down, watching Daenys as she toyed with the wooden dragon in her hands. He smiled. The familiar warm fuzzy feeling that filled his entire body every time he laid his eyes on her returned. It was hard to believe that something so beautiful and innocent could come from him. But here she was. The two of you had created something- someone so precious. 

A loud grumble sounded in the air. Aemond lifted his head, observing Vhagar. The giant dragon was hard to miss, even from a great distance.

The overgrown grass and twigs squish and cackle beneath his boots as he walked into the open field where the ancient she-dragon resided. Vhagar had outgrown the dragonpit years before he had even claimed her. Vhagar turned her giant head to the side, watching them as they approached. She shut her eyes again when she realized it was just him.

Daenys let out a delighted squeal when her eyes finally landed on the giant dragon. Aemond struggled to hold her as she excitedly kicked her legs and waved her arms. Aemound cursed under his breath as the wooden dragon toy fell to the ground. Oh well, he would retrieve it later.

“What is it, my little dragon?” He asked enthusiastically. “What do you see?”

 Daenys clapped her little hands and babbled, “Vava!”

“Vhagar? Do you see Vhagar?”

She looks up to him and nods her head. Her violet eyes lock onto his, and the two smile at each other. Aemond planted a kiss on the girl’s temple, gaining sweet, girlish giggles in response.

“Very good, my little dragon. It is Vhagar.”

Daenys begins to squirm in his arms and tries to push him away.

“What is it? Do you want down?”

Aemond looks down at the grass, checking for any potential dangers. Your little girl grunts and continues to try to push him away.

Aemond huffs, “Alright, alright.”

His lips curve downward into a slight frown. The two of you had been very proud and excited when Daenys started walking. However, Aemond was a little saddened by the fact that his sweet little girl didn’t want to be in his arms all the time anymore.

His mother had told him that it’s normal for them to want to be more independent when they start walking. The man understood that, but he still did not like it one bit.

Aemond carefully lowers the little girl to her feet. Her chubby little fingers hold onto his hands as she tries to stabilize herself. When she finally stops wobbling, she lets go. Aemond’s heart races in his chest as he watches her take a small, shaky step forward. His hands immediately reach out to grab her, but he stops himself.

Daenys takes another step; this time, she’s a bit more stable. She holds her arms out, trying to balance her weight as she trots forward. Aemond follows closely behind. With each step, he felt a twinge of panic in his chest. The man struggled not to swoop her into his arms every time she stumbled.

Thankfully, they made it to Vhagar rather quickly. Vhagar gave a small huff as Daenys small hands smacked against her snout. 

“Gentle,” Aemond warned sternly, well aware of his dragon's short temper. 

The man kneeled next to her. He took one of Daenys little hands into his own, showing her how to pet Vhagar’s snout carefully. Daenys let out another excited squeal that made Aemond wince. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “It’s very exciting, but we must be quiet.”

Daenys pulled her hand away from his, wanting to try it alone. Vhagar remained still, resting lazily on her chin. Aemond stood back up. He rested his large palm against her warm green scales with a joyous smile. She truly is a sight to behold.

Vhagar was the largest and fiercest dragon in the world. Nothing could stand against her. And yet she decided that he, of all people, was worthy of her. That he deserved the privilege to call himself her rider. No one could question or deny his worth now.

“Vava, pay?”

Aemond looked down, watching as his little girl tried to get the dragon’s attention. Her silver curls fell onto her face. The man reached down, pushing the strands of hair behind her ears. He felt a bit sorry for her. Vhagar was nowhere near as active as Daenys' little hatchling, who resided in the dragon pit. She did not flap her wings or let out any shrieks of excitement like Daenys’ hatchling did when they saw each other.

Daenys tugged on his coat. She turned her head up to look at him. Her brows were drawn together, and her bottom lip protruded further than her top lip. The look on her face tugged at his heartstrings.

“Play? No, Vhagar does not want to play.”

Your little girl does not seem to accept his answer. She turns her attention back to the dragon, gently petting her scales a few more times. Daenys tries calling out to her again, but Vhagar still gives no response. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. Aemond initially planned to take her to the dragon pit, but he decided against it. Mostly because he wanted to come out and visit Vhagar. He could seldom go a day without coming to see his winged companion. 

Suddenly, a loud grumble echoed in Vhagar’s throat. The dragon, finally having enough of the child’s affection, raised her head. Daenys, who was balancing herself on Vhagar’s head, fell back, landing on her bottom with a loud oomph.

“Lykirī, Vhagar. Lykirī,” Aemond commanded as he swiftly took Daenys into his arms.

Vhagar did not move, nor did she make a sound. The ancient dragon merely eyed the two of them. When Aemond felt confident enough that she would not act, he turned his attention to Daenys.

The look on her face is heart-wrenching. Her wide eyes filled with tears, and her trembling lips stretched into a deep frown. Her breath hitched as she tried not to cry. It makes Aemond feel like he wants to cry as well. He pressed a kiss to the child’s temple.

“Don’t cry, my little love. You’ll be alright.” He tried to reassure her.

She blinks, and tears fall from her violet eyes. Sad, quiet whimpers escape from her lips. Tears started to well up in Aemond’s eye, his breath quivered, and a lump formed in his throat. He was never one to cry. It made him feel weak and small, something he despised more than anything. 

But when his little girl was upset like this, he wanted to cry. Sometimes, he still wanted to cry even when she wasn’t upset. There were many times when he would just watch her while she played or slept, and then suddenly, he would be hit with a massive wave of emotions. Aemond wondered if Viserys had ever felt that way when he looked at him or any of his siblings.

Vhagar let out a loud huff. A wave of hot air engulfs Aemond and Daenys. Aemond looks up, observing Vhagar carefully. The green dragon lowers her head, gently nudging her snout against the crying girl. Aemond raises his hand to wipe away Daenys’ tears.

“Look, she’s sorry for making you sad.”

Daenys sniffled and turned to look at Vhagar. The corners of her mouth turned upwards. She giggled as she rested her forehead against Vhagar’s snout. Her little arms did their best to hug the dragon’s giant head. 

Aemond chuckled lightly, raising his hand to give Vhagar a few rewarding pats. His chest was bursting with pride as he watched his favorite girls interact. The only one who was missing was you.

[daenysx]

grumpy x sunshine with aemond, you try to wake him up with bunch of kisses on his neck but he doesn't wanna leave the bed just for once so he makes your job as hard as he can just to get more kisses

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Little Girl || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

GIF by me :) pls give cred if used DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: in which Leyla and Daemon are invited to Rhaenyra’s celebration for her fourth year in marriage to Laenor, it gets heated quite quickly.

Dear Motherhood Series Masterlist

“Are you sure you want to come? Leyla you could be in labour any minute now!” Daemon sternly says as he paces infront of her. The young Hightower rolls her eyes at her Husband. “I will be fine Daemon, stop worrying.” A dinner was going to be held in honour of Rhaenyra and Laenor’s fourth year in marriage.

Daemon had insisted that Leyla shouldn’t come because she was heavily pregnant with their fourth child Leyla watches as Daemon groans, running his hands down his face. It was as if he really did not want her to come to dinner with them.

She furrows her eyebrows, “Do you really not want me there?” Her voice quieted down as her gaze drops to her lap, her fingers instantly moving themselves and picking at her fingernails, an old habit picked up from Alicent. She was offended at how adamant Daemon was on his opinion that his Lady wife should not attend.

The Prince’s features immediately soften as he looks at his wife. “Of course I do, sweet girl” He kneels down infront of Leyla, “I just don’t want you to exhaust yourself too much” He kisses her hands. He knew of her bad habit, so he would delicately kiss her hands.

“Then it’s settled, I’m attending” Leyla tightly smiles. She attempts to get up but struggles due to the size of her stomach. Daemon automatically offers her his arm to which she gratefully takes and gets up with his help.

“Gods I wish this child will come out soon, I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” She huffs, one hand on her back as she groans at her back pain. She was a petite girl after all. Her frame small, making her stomach seem in proportion.

“Let’s hope the little one decides to not come out tonight shall we?” Daemon chuckles, his arm still held by Leyla as the two walk out of her solar. “Wouldn’t that be a turn of events” A chuckle leaves her lips along with a small shake of her head.

~

“Prince Daemon Targaryn, and his Lady Wife, Lady Leyla” The couple walk in, Leyla’s hand on Daemon’s arm for support as they carefully walk down the stairs. “Uncle, Leyla!” Rhaenyra stands up from her seat with a smile as she walks over to the two and embracing Leyla in a hug, quite awkward seeing as her swollen belly was in the way.

At the table, her father and sister were present. Both of them giving a nod to the younger. “Leyla dear, come sit. I have a spot saved just for you,” Rhaenyra pulls her away from Daemon and links her arms with hers.

She looked back at Daemon who chuckles before turning back around to face the front. Rhaenyra had her sit at the head of the table, 2 free seats on her left. The Targaryen Princess pulled out the chair and Leyla sat down with an awkward smile, everyone else was still standing as they watched.

“Daemon-“ She was interrupted by Rhaenyra’s voice, “Kepus, this is your spot,” The Princess gestures to the seat beside her. Leyla’s jaw slackened. She only looked to Rhaenyra, then her Husband then back to her front. Daemon was seated in between Rhaenyra and Alicent.

How odd of the Princess to not seat her husband beside her at a celebration for their marriage. And how odd Leyla found that her Husband was not seated by her side. Pushing the odd feelings aside. She smiles at her father who was directly across from her, a smile that was given back from Otto.

“Oh how good this feels, It’s been some time since we’ve all dined together.” Rhaenyra smiles as the servants pour all their cups with wine, apart from Leyla’s as she covers the cup with her hand, water only, she told them. “And as much as we are celebrating my fourth year in marriage with my dear Laenor, we are also celebrating the child that my Daemon and his wife will soo welcome!” She raises her cup and everyone follows suit.

Leyla cringed. His wife. His wife has a name. The young Hightower makes eye contact with her sister whose eyes slightly widen at the Princess’s words. She looks to her left where Daemon sat, he hadn’t batted an eye to her ever since he was sat down beside Rhaenyra.

The dinner celebration dragged on. Not much was said between Daemon and Leyla because well, they were seated away from each other. So instead, she made conversation with Laenor who was to her right. “Leyla, how ever did you manage to become a mother to three, well soon to be four, children at your age!” Rhaenyra brings everyone’s attention to her, everyone’s little conversations coming to a halt.

Leyla slowly takes a sip of water before answering. “I am just a dutiful wife I guess,” She shrugs, wetting her lips and smiling. “Forgive me, my memory is terrible, how old are you?” She wears a grin on her face, almost as if mocking her. “ten-and-eight.” Leyla answers, this time, with blank expression. Daemon side eyes the two women to his left.

Rhaenyra’s eyes enlargen the tiniest bit, her lips still curved upward. “My, let the poor girl rest, uncle.” She laughs, nudging Daemon who only chuckles. “She’s a wonderful mother to our children. She’s a natural.” He replies, finally looking at Leyla for the first time that evening.

The young Hightower briefly smiles before facing her front again. “You must be aching everyday. Such a small and fragile body like yours must surely be exhausting carrying all those children,” She chuckles, before taking another sip of her wine. The princess was, without a doubt getting tipsy.

“I’m quite used to it, Princess” Leyla shakes her head with a small scoff. “When I saw you heavily pregnant, Gods you still looked like you were…” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Leyla said over and over in her head as Rhaenyra paused, thinking really hard to find the words.

Everyone else in the room felt the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Darling, maybe you should stop with the wine-“ Laenor interfered but it was no use, Rhaenyra had said it. “Like a little child-“ “Okay!” Laenor butts in, awkwardly laughing as everyone sits quiet. Leyla seemed composed on the outside, calm and unaffected by Rhaenyra’s comment.

But inside, she was fuming. How dare she say that to the only person to be able to give heirs for the Targaryens. Daemon stared at Leyla the entire time. He knew that comment was affecting his Lady Wife. Alicent coughs, Otto gives a displeased look at Rhaenyra.

“I just don’t know how you do it Leyla, I just cannot imagine what you go through during your pregnancies and birth-“ “I think there’s better topics to talk about than my pregnancies, don’t you?” She interrupts her with a fake smile. “We could talk about your children or your pregnancies but there is none to talk about,” Leyla comments before taking a sip of water.

She could see Rhaenyra was visibly affected by what she said. Leyla could see both her sister and father trying not to laugh. She knew of the whispers around the realm, the castle. That Laenor found pleasure with the opposite sex. And of course, both have denied it and yet it seems to be confirmed because during the four years of marriage, Rhaenyra has yet to be with child, producing no heirs.

“I-I’m sorry? I was simply asking-“ Rhaenyra furrowed her eyebrows making Leyla subtly roll her eyes. “Nyra.” Daemon sternly spoke, glaring at her niece. Silence filled the room once again. Daemon was right. Leyla shouldn’t have come to the dinner.

“I think it’s best I go,” Leyla breaks the silence, attempting to stand up but was quickly helped by Daemon. Rhaenyra stays sitting, her gaze hard on the table infront of her. Leyla’s words running through her mind. Alicent walks over, kissing her younger sister’s cheek. “Are you okay?” She whispers, to which Leyla nods with a small smile. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t. And Daemon knew that. The young girl would always rant to him about her insecurities. Insecurities that he himself find beautiful. He knew that Rhaenyra’s comments stung the young girl. “Leyla…” Daemon attempts to comfort his wife but was pushed away as she walks away from him as soon as they step into their bedchambers.

“She had no right to comment about my stature. And-and what she called me. A little girl Daemon!” She shouts as she turns back around to face him who stands there. “She’s just like them all,” She chuckles bitterly to herself as she struggles to undo the laces to her dress.

Daemon moves to her, unraveling the laces to her dress. “I mean, who does she think she is. She knows what she was doing,” Leyla huffs as she slips out of her dress and slips into her nightgown. “And why did she sit you beside her and not me? Your wife, for gods sake-“ “Stop worrying about it, my love” Daemon hushed her. Resting his head on her shoulder and peppering her bare shoulder with kisses.

“But I can’t,” She moans. Daemon carefully turns the girl to face him, “She doesn’t know what she is talking about. Rhaenyra has not had the experience of carrying a child. And you, are producing Targaryen heirs, not her.” He says calmly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she looks up at him.

“Do you think I took it too far when I said-“ “No,” He chuckles. “You were only speaking the truth” Leyla grins as Daemon kisses her forehead. “Come, what a night it has been” He ushers her to their bed.

[aemondseyepatch]

Ewan Mitchell as Michael Gavey in Saltburn (2023)

[ellyartz]

~because i was different~

The brothel scene - soft pastels and watercolors

ok it was supposed to be just soft pastels but I wasn’t feeling the results so I added some watercolors on top without knowing if that works or not lol

[juliaswickcrs]

Reyna & Aegon + Tragedy

"Bards would sing songs of King Aegon II and his Dornish paramour. Just as poems would be written and plays composed across the narrow sea. The artists would have you believe it was a love for the ages, two people divided by class and kingdom overcoming all odds to be with one another regardless of status or thought for others.

Some believe the affair to be purely manipulation on the Evenstar’s part. A witch beguiling the King with spells and potions. A ploy to sit herself on the Iron Throne. Queen Helaena’s letters to her younger brother, however, tell a different story.

She writes of the King’s nigh obsession with the Dornish girl and her rebuffs to his advances. It was only when he took her riding on Sunfyre their love story truly began to unfold. Queen Helaena would claim her handmaiden was just as smitten with the King as he was with her.

It was said when Aegon II was poisoned, so was the last of Queen Reyna’s good will. And she let out a scream that shook the very foundations of the Red Keep. Some claimed it could have cracked the moon.

But the truth has been lost to the history books. All that remains is the dagger the two used to bind their blood on their wedding day. Dragonbone and Valyrian Steel, it was last seen on Prince Rhaegar's body at the Battle of the Trident. Robert Baratheon later took it in the spoils of war."

@bisexualterror @foxesandmagic @iron-parkr @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather

@arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @drbobbimorse @kingsmakers @noratilney

@stanshollaand @astarionbae @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse

@misshiraethsworld @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

HOTD TAGLIST: @misskatiewrites (wanna be added? Lmk!)

[terrorofthetrident]

i remember being so captivated by the way ewan played aemond with an intimidating demeanor in episode 8 and then saw him shift into a soft demeanor in episode 9. never getting over how well he plays both sides of aemond.

[modusssa]

Masterlist Updated 2022

‘I Hate You More’ Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x Female Original Character

(Series is still ongoing)

‘Lay the Roses (One-Shot)

Original Ask Prompt that Inspired this little goody

Soft! Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader

Three Headed Dragon (One-Shot)

Aemond x Aegon II x Daemon x Female Original Character 

this one is only smut