#the foreign queen

[biblioklept-writes]

The Foreign Queen, Part 7 (Aemond Targaryen x Desi!Reader)

Summary: Aemond is entranced by your castle and intrigued by your court, hearing things about you that he finds hard to believe.

Word Count: 2.2K

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Aemond was at a loss of words at the sights of your majestic castle - it was bright and full of windows that held natural illumination. He supposed you could do it - for Kalinga was far warmer than King’s Landing and had the breeze of the ocean. The outside walls were painted in a blinding white with golden rounded tops at the towers. It was only three stories high, but the walls were so tall he could barely make out the ceiling. His only eye pained the harder he focused.

Inside, the walls were so colourful it was a feast to his vision after the dark, dull stone walls of the Red Keep. You had personally shown him to his residence for the duration, and he had already been here for a night. He could look at the beach over the forest covering the castle from his window and he spotted a dark blot in the clear sky at a distance, assuming it was Vhagar. How could it not be?

Some servants who could speak some English were sent to serve him - they helped him with the bath and had him dressed in some traditional clothes - a soft cotton and silk hybrid suitable for the weather - they had told him. The servants spoke Hindi well, and he could understand parts of it - but they switched to a different language at times they didn’t want him to hear what they were saying. It was annoying him to no end - not having any clue what they were talking about. What if you had plotted to kill him? Not that she’d gain anything from me dying.

You visited him for breakfast, dressed in a golden garment - saree, you had said - and he thought you looked the most magnificent you ever had. An intricate golden crown glittered on your head, signifying your power. 

“I will have you meet my court today,” you told him, as he tried the spicy flat-rice you had called Poha, along with tempered buttermilk - it was so good he wanted to take barrels of it back to King’s Landing with him. “I will tell them that you do not speak Hindi, and I wish you don’t speak to the servants in Hindi.”

Aemond raised his brow, but said, “As you wish, my Queen.”

“Thank you,” You said. “One of my personal guards will come to fetch you for the court.” Then, eyeing him once again you added with a smile, “This sherwani-pyjama becomes you, if your hair was dark, you’d blend right in.”

“Your kind words flatter me, my Queen Y/N.” He said with a smile, bringing up the buttermilk glass to his mouth. “You look divine, per usual.” 

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The throne room is immaculate, the floor a white marble with colourful mosaics on them. Unlike the Iron Throne, your throne is meant to be seated on, a large seat made of solid gold and decorated with jewels. Your face is set in a stern expression, and you look so different in your crown and throne, radiating hot power, very different from the quiet power he sensed from you in King’s Landing.

Your presence demands attention - not just the crown that does.

Aemond is seated on your left, just below the throne, a translator sits with him, translating every word being spoken. You hear pressing matters of the ruined rice crops this season, discussing with your ministers about tackling the food problem that may arise. Your council finally decides on reducing the castle supplies by a little, now that a large part of your soldiers and craftsmen were in Westeros. 

A man dressed in a dark red fully covered outfit entered. His face was covered entirely, save for his dark eyes being exposed. Aemond watched as you tensed a little at the man’s side, forcing yourself to stillness. 

“My Queen,” the man fell to the ground on one knee, sword on his upright knee and head bowed. “Long live the Queen,”

“You may rise,” You said, tension masked in easy charm. “What brings you here, spymaster?”

“My Queen,” He started, rising from the floor and standing upright with his hands behind his back. “The Emperor wishes to see your guest. He will bring guests with him - his wives and his sons.”

“Thank you spymaster,” You smiled, bringing your fingers together. “Is there anything else you would like to add?”

“No, my Queen.” The man said.

“You may leave then,” you dismissed him. Then more sternly, you said, “Minister Pattnaik, you must arrange for my father’s arrival and stay. Plan to keep them entertained until they leave. Minister Sarangi, you must have the pantry make more vegetables and meat than rice. Have them make the things so delectable, that they won’t notice the lack of rice.” 

“My Queen,” One of the women in your court rose to speak. “We have enough rice in our stock, and the rice from last year waiting to be unearthed. The people will have enough.” 

“You must understand that we cannot replenish our stocks this year, Minister Patel.” You said, seemingly holding everyone’s gaze at once. “We cannot expend freely now that we do not have crops. Also, Treasurer Gupta, I must ask you to lower the tax for the rice farmers. Will our coffers be able to take it?” 

“Some expenses will have to be cut down,” Another woman spoke, but her voice was deep and heavy like that of a man. “But I think we can do it with less taxes.”

“Good.” You said, nodding. You glance at him once, gaze telling more than words. “Now, I must introduce you to my guest - Prince Aemond Targaryen, our friend from Westeros. He is King Aegon’s brother and a skilled dragon rider and swordsman.” 

Aemond rose, looking everyone in the eyes, his lips pressed together. His lips curve slightly upwards when someone smiles at him and he notes the men and women sitting in your court - rajsabha - seeing a near equal number of men and women. It was strange for him to see so many finely dressed women taking part in decision making matters for the province, but he welcomed the change. His mother helped in running Westeros when Viserys was too ill, and now with Aegon on the throne - but Aemond knew history well enough that it wouldn’t be Alicent Hightower’s name that would go down as a king, only as the king’s wife and then the king’s mother.

“I am honoured by your introduction of me, my Queen.” He said, bowing in front of you. “Westeros and Kalinga will always be great friends.”

Aemond didn’t meddle in your court affairs much, but he did keep his ears open for any gossip that he heard, to get to know you and your motivations better. Thus far, he’d learned that you had the biggest network of spies in the empire and that you were infamous for your curious torture techniques. It was hard for him to believe that, considering your gentle manners and quiet acts back in Westeros - but as the Queen of Kalinga you were a totally different person. 

He spent a lot of time reading Hindi and learning your tongue now that he was in the castle, and would go out to the beach to see Vhagar every morning. Mansha, your sea serpent would occasionally meet him, but the three-headed beat did not seem interested in attacking him just yet. On the days the sun was mild, he would train during the afternoons, and on the hot days he would stick to sharpening his blades and tending to Vhagar’s hot scales. His old mate would frequently cool off in the sea, for her fires would be too much in the heat.

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A couple of days had already passed when your father and his troupe arrived at your castle. You stood at the front, dressed in a heavy green lehenga, your ministers standing behind you. Aemond was a few feet off your left, looking straight ahead.

He is majestically dressed in the finest cotton blends - for it is too hot to adorn silks. Aemond is not particularly fond of the heat, but he does enjoy being able to shed some layers of clothing - he had never felt lighter in his life.

"Samrat Ravikirti is here!" The guard announced, and the crowd broke into loud cheers. Aemond looks over at you, standing still, reaching for the garland held out to you by the servant. The young servant boys and girls start showing the incoming crowd with fragrant flower petals of roses and marigolds. He had read about the cultural significance of the flowers - and the excessive grandeur your people cherished - he could see why now.

Everything there felt too colourful - the dark and sometimes suffocating walls of the Red Keep were devoid of such vibrant colours, only the Godswood came to a close comparison. With everyone dressed in their finest to impress the Emperor, it was a sight to behold. Your court painter stood above the entire crowd, immortalising this moment on his huge canvas.

Your father, the Emperor, was an imposing man - a tall man with a big moustache and a heavy gold crown on his head - there was no doubt left of him being the emperor or your father. It was obvious by the sight of him that he was your father, the similarities between the two of you being too much to be otherwise.

You gracefully bent over and touched your father’s feet, and the old man responded with something Aemond couldn’t comprehend and you rose back up, beaming with pride. “It is an honour to host you, Samrat,” you said. “Do come in, I hope you find the arrangements up to your taste.”

You and your father lead the walk back in, and the other courtiers follow behind in a neat line. He recognises some of your brothers and sisters - features similar enough to be closely related. There had been a lot of talk about the Emperor and his wives - the four daughters of the King of Kalinga that he married upon conquering the throne - all of them famed for their beauty with their magnificent dark hair and entrancing brown eyes. He was curious to see the Emperor’s Queens and wondered which one of his wives was your mother.

None of the Queens had stepped out of their palkis nor any of your brothers’ wives. The crowd dispersed and Aemond took a long route to his chambers poking around for any gossip that he could pick up. Gossip holds a pinch of truth, he’s learned from growing up in a court. Gossip could make and break people, he learned that too - albeit in a rather harsh manner. 

“I suppose these few days are going to be very taxing on the Queen,” He overhears a servant - she is dressed in other colours, probably coming along with your father’s troupe. “I bet 3 days before she snaps.

“Three is too long,” The other said. “It’s too long for her infamous wrath - the asurs would tremble in front of our spy queen. With her network of spies and informants, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had asurs on her team too.” [asur = demon]

In the couple of months that Aemond had known you, he had always seen you a calm and collected person who could be deadly if she wanted to. But here he heard things about he couldn't believe to be true.

Aemond had barely reached the relative comfort of his chambers when a servant rushed to him with a note signed by you.

Be ready for meeting my father before dinner. He might try to insult you in front of the court, try not to let yourself become a laughing stock.

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Aemond did not let himself become a laughing stock. Your father, Samrat Ravikirti adamantly tried to pick at him for something with the one that started this all - Cerwyn Lannister acting as the translator for him. You sternly interrupted the blond bastard whenever he misspoke, and he shrunk back from your glare. Aemond was glad for your intervention, unable to mask his own fury.

“What will your marriage bring to Bharat that’s not already there?” Samrat asked. You are leaning back in your seat, looking almost bored.

“Dragons,” Aemond said. “Our children, your grandchildren will get dragons. All Targaryen children get dragons.”

“You can marry one of my other daughters for that then,” He argued. You stiffen in your seat on the Emperor’s right. “My grandchildren will get dragons either way.”

“Will that make me the King Consort?” Aemond asked with a polite smile. Seeing you lean back in your bored position, he knew he asked the right question.

Ravikirti narrowed his eyes, displeased but impressed. “You can marry my daughter then,” He reluctantly permitted. “But you’ll be handing fire breathing beasts to a woman known for her rage.”

And it was then Aemond wondered if it was worth getting tied to you - he couldn't help but be intrigued, he desperately wanted to see this rage that everyone was talking about.

Edit: I forgot to tag everyone I am so sorry it was like 2 am when I posted this </3

@km-ffluv @stargaryenx @faatxma @thenovelcarnival @afro-hispwriter @mynameisbaby9 @depressedperson88  @mrswhitethornbelikov

[sbrown82]

TINA TURNER (November 26, 1939 - May 24, 2023)

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Me, when someone in a Kdrama speaks English, even if they do it with a perfect American/Canadian/English accent: What is this language and what in the world did they say? goes back immediately to re-listen if there aren't English subtitles

[thesapphocinephile]

I already rewrote Queen Christina as a lesbian political drama in my head...and now I can't can't get the idea of a queer golden age of cinema out of my head.

[nero-draco]

Chinese zodiac team

(Yes I know Benienma is not a rooster but bird is still close and her color scheme fits)

[dist4nt-shores]

choices as random text posts i have saved part 3!!! u guessed it, beneath the cut

blades fans wanting to romance valax after ch.1

choices mcs when their entire friend group is in love with them

immortal desires mc

foreign affairs mc

the kindred coven

ian kingsley

kade from blades of light & shadow

the phantom agent

part one | part two | part three

[oriandcate]

anyone out there who can actually draw, please consider the following for possible recreation:

A reporter asks the Justice League what their favorite band is. Superman says "Kansas", smug look on his face. Wonder Woman says "Queen", as is her right. Batman, despondent, looks into the camera. Then back at his teammates. Then back at the camera.

"Foreigner", he replies.

[charlotte-of-wales]

Their Majesties King Abdullah II and Her Majesty Queen Rania Al Abdullah and Their Royal Highnesses Crown Prince Al Hussein and Princess Rajwa Al Hussein with Royal Hashemite Family members after the marriage ceremony at Zahran Palace | June 1st, 2023

[dummy-dot-exe]

by 白あみ@armies_soul

[world-of-wales]

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Secretary of State Cardinal Pietro Parolin 🇻🇦

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[sbrown82]

Tina Turner (November 26, 1939 - May 24, 2023)

[unknowablea]

i feel like people often forget that we, the viewers, know about everything but the characters have limited information?

the hospital only knows the (yes, doting<3) husband of a patient was arrested by the interpol in the hospital, literally dragged away screaming (in korean, we have subtitle they don't), and that some other guy showed up claiming to know her

this is a high risk patient, subject of an experimental treatment, she has no family in the country, they probably have no way to contact the hongs

eun seong plays the worried (boy?)friend, he is korean, he has some photos to prove they know each other, he was just so scared when hae in traveled with her (ex?)husband who was accused of murder, he just had to help her

i mean, i don't know about you all, but i don't know what was the latest scandal in corporate korea and i'm guessing the average german hospital staff doesn't either but even if they searched they'd find the news accusing hyun woo of murder and yeah, about eun seong threatening them but i feel like one outweighs the other in this situation. plus, with her case, hae in wasn't in her best mentally so from an outside point of view (and with some sweet words from eun seong) it could've looked like she had been manipulated into saying those things about eun seong

see, i'm not defending eun seong, i despise him too, but just because he is stupid for the way he is still trying to win hae in even after she said no so many times (and how much i've enjoyed each one of them), doesn't mean he isn't smart about other things and that the plot is horrible

[spanishroyals]

Telegram from King Felipe to HM King Charles III on the death of Queen Elizabeth II:

"Your Majesty, dearest Charles, deeply saddened by the sad news of the death of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, your beloved Mother, I want to convey to Your Majesty and to the British people, on behalf of myself and the Spanish Government and people, our condolences".

"Without a doubt, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth has witnessed, written and shaped many of the most relevant chapters in our world's history over the last seven decades. Her sense of duty, her commitment and a lifetime of dedication serving the people of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, they were an example to all of us and will remain a strong and valuable legacy for future generations. Queen Letizia and I send Your Majesty and the entire Family our love and prayers. All You are in our hearts and thoughts. We will miss her so much."

[comradeboyhalo]

oh i didnt know yangdding preferred her name full :0

[scaryspears]

One-sided Homelander x Alien reader

So this was based on a story written by @operation-619, while it was cool to read I was a little disappointed. Not at the story itself but kind of at the character/reader that she wrote out. This isn't to say what she wrote was terrible but... I honestly wanted more of something. I suggest you read that story though, it's Homelander x reader if my memory is correct. It is a recent post if my memory is correct so it shouldn't be hard to find. To be fair, my story isn't so good I just wanted a chaotic reader I guess.

If anyone's wondering I took inspiration from JJBA, HxH, and Invincible. Apologies about the lack of dialogue and the amount of description and expedition. It was just things I was looking forward to seeing in the story. No, the reader doesn't have the same powers as Homelander... well she can't fly, I thought the scenario of reader having the exact same powers would be boring.

I was thinking of a black reader but then I wondered about readers who aren't black and just put foreign reader.

When you came down to Earth you weren't really sure what to expect other than the stories that were given by your elders, passed down to generations whether you were a student, a neighbour, or a family member. The humans were not animals so you couldn't contemplate eating anyone.

It was easy to adapt, quickly learning languages just by hearing a few sentences, growing accustomed to the environment. You received strange looks, specifically being stared at every 5 minutes. (Think 80s Chisato Moritaka).

The technology was different, used in a way that you weren't familiar with. The clothes were kind of similar, but the materials were easy to tear apart so you stuck to your own clothes. Your spaceship was surprisingly hard to hide, it was easy to access since you accidentally disabled the lock. You didn't ask your parents for help out of fear of them giving you an earful about being irresponsible.

Everyone you came across was like an ant, the supes were spiders. The funny thing about ants is that you have to scrape them to kill them properly, many underestimate how strong they are. Simply stepping on them isn't enough, and yet you find yourself saving them. So often that you were being recorded, the kids that lived near flung to you, asking all sorts of questions. Taking pictures where you flexed your muscles at the camera. While they were not sure whether or not they should take you seriously whenever you spoke about your planet and wore your strange clothes, it felt good to be around these humans.

On your planet you are a mere child with centuries to learn. Having a desire to impress your parents, entering competitions to show how capable you are. But you were young and very easy to take down, so you spend most of your teenage-hood exploring different planets.

Everyone on your planet has the same trait: Speed, strength, and then one ability that defines you from everyone else. For you it was your hair, it seemed to have a mind of its own at times. It would be short one second and then overwhelmingly long the next. If you braided it then it would become snake-like. Your hair was strong enough to break buildings and there were a lot of occasions where you used it to fly. You mastered the art of learning how to detangle each strand so you never worried about getting them stuck.

You and your people were powerful, and still found the need to improve themselves, however. Testing each other's might, and fighting was simply a game. Evil was rare, an action that happened but wasn't so recent. Bruises weren't new and they would go away before you knew it. But it wasn't the same for these humans.

There was so much otherness. The bad kind. Robberies, murders and the like, it was almost vomit worthy but you stayed. Curious to see what else you would find on this problematic planet.

That's when Vought approached you, introducing you to the 7. They told you how "superheroes should stick together", and how "you will fit so well here". Your costume, while perplexing to some was everything to you. You remembered when you were at the fitting and threw a tantrum at the bikini the costume department prepared for you. If your mother ever caught wind of you in such a thing you wouldn't be allowed to travel to any planet ever again, so you stuck to your battle suit. (minus the jewellery)

Since then you were given the name Mighty Ase (pronounced ah-she), an old Norse name meaning 'god-like' or 'goddess'. Everyone knew your real name thanks to the teenagers that took pictures with you so you didn't understand the whole alias thing. Why were the 7 ashamed of letting people know who they were yet were okay with everyone knowing their face? Again, another Earth concept you didn't understand but would in time.

Overall, you completed tasks to save people, stop crime and protect the good side of humanity. You would visit children, be a mascot at charities, and you never had a problem with anyone. Everyone was happy. It was exciting... sort of.

A-Train: Fast but you knew your sister was much faster. Speed was nothing new and you genuinely wondered why that was anything special. The way he handled people reminded you of that time you accidentally killed a poor dog while petting it, the difference is that he wasn't so caring.

Starlight: Good as she is beautiful. Her presence was mostly honest and you couldn't help but admire her kindness and passion to do the right things. You didn't sense anything off about her, when she was upset then you were upset, knowing it was for the right reasons. She only told you why sometimes but whatever battle she was fighting wasn't for you to get involved in. You were still new and she didn't want to scare you or put you on edge just yet.

Queen Maeve: Older women in general set you on edge so you avoided talking to her. She was alright, but if you were bullet proof then so was everyone on your planet. She also gave you off vibes.

Deep Sea: Could he really talk to fish? You had the appetite for jellyfish and wondered if he could snag you some but he would never be up for it. It was safe to say that he didn't like you.

Black Noir: Quiet. Boring. You've seen children with better stealth.

Stormfront: You sensed dislike. A strong dislike that was almost unimaginable. Hate? Is that what that is? But why? You didn't do anything to her, but it was safe to say the feeling was mutual. If things got worse you could always consider eating her and being done with it. Besides that, a little lightning never hurt. You recall being struck a few times in your younger days, your father's training.

Homelander: In human years he was old enough to be your father's age. While his laser beams were impressive he used it too often, and even you knew such laziness was not to be tolerated. You remembered when the school bully lasered your arm, it took 2 months to heal. After 10 decades they weren't as effective and you grew strong enough to catch those lasers. How bothersome to be reminded of her of all people. When you met Homelander there may have been two things you did wrong. Since he was a supe you believed you didn't have to hold back when you both shook hands, you greeted him as you would anyone else. There was something wrong with this, yet he was super nice to you, and you guessed that it had to do with the fact that he must've known you were a teenager. Babying you and offering to take you to places, which you did enjoy most of the time but also dismissed to do other things. You sensed tension between him and Starlight though, so you kept your distance.

Homelander would find any way to grow close to you. To impress you. You pretended not to mind him but the way he handled things is similar to that of a sloppy child that tried to assure everyone that it knew what it was doing. The way he held himself was like an actor playing a character for the screen. Even his smile was strange. Perhaps you were so used to honesty that you couldn't calculate if someone was lying.

Not to slander them but there was something wrong that you weren't getting. Things were not adding up, and finally you went on the internet. You decided to use the primitive phones to do something other than calling for once. Once you gathered everything you confronted Starlight, that's when she told you everything.

You were oblivious. Vought took extra precautions to make sure you didn't discover the facade. You didn't watch the news and it was clear that they used that to their advantage. You were a great asset, if anything potentially happened to Homelander then you would replace him. You were great with people, were nice to the employees, and you never bothered anyone or made things hard.

Except you did.

You knelt down to the body of Stormfront, your fellow 7. Formerly. You licked the blood off your bloody hands and spat it out, taking a careful inspection at your sharp nails that grew from the bloodlust. From your peripheral vision you could make out Kimiko approaching you hesitantly.

You ignored her, your hair poking at the body. You strangely didn't feel sad, you were glad. You felt justice- no, it felt like a justifiable thing to do. This is how it's done on your home planet. Take the trouble maker, then exterminate.

"Sorry for intruding. Kimiko, was it?" you said, standing up straight and holding your hand out to her. "I heard you were a friend of Annie, I was wondering if I could help. Don't worry about the damage, my people will have it sorted out."

You'll also sort out Vought.

[abouttofillhisshoes]

i'm my own worst nightmare