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My one true King// Aemond Targaryen x male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

He came back wet, her eye much more open than usually. When he reached for his mother, he couldn't look at her. He was entering the throne room, where Aegon was sitting on the throne, Otto by one side, Alicent by the other. Ser Arys Dayne was listening in the hall, waiting for Aemond to come back. He had gone to propose an alliance between houses, the young prince would marry one of the Baratheon daughters and assuring a loyalty to the new King Aegon. The Lord heard of the news by gossiping, so when Aemond was about to fly, he cronfronted him.

"When were you going to tell me, my prince?". He had anger and sadness moving throw her blushed face. "When I find her in your bed? Or you may put her in the back of your Vhagar and fly together your way to King's Landing". The Targaryen couldn't speak at the moment, his throat was closed by the sadness so he just stared at the ground. In the silence of the lonely Dragonpit, Arys started to sob. They both knew that nothing could be done, that this day would come, but not so soon. To calm him, and to let him know about how much he still loved him, Aemond took Arys faces into his hands. But the boy refused. He pushed the prince and left, Aemond watched him disappear before riding to Storm's End. Having the princes marry meant for Arys to do the same, there was no need for him by his side according to the social laws of Westeros. He came to the Red Keep when he was one and ten, the King Viserys approved Otto's idea of bringing a boy on court that could train with a recently half blinded Aemond. The King suggested a Dayne, family known as the best fighters and swordsman, as well as loyal people. The house sent their second born, the one with the princes' age. At first, Aemond was an absolute dick. He found Arys character soft and weak, but he was better than him with weapons, much graceful and smooth. So he became jealous and a bigger dick to him. All that stopped by the resilience the Dayne boy showed everyday. He always greeted the princes nicely, he always offered his hand when Aemond fell, always tried to calm him when Aegon annoyed him. Little by little, they became friends. They shared their feelings after the training, when they were left alone by Ser Criston. And, as the years went by, they became much more than friends, but thats another story.

The prince did act weird after one meeting, but Alys could sense his stress and anxiety so he decided to be close to him but not insistent. Now he knows what it was and he felt stupid. They were only six and teen, and many seconds sons were allowed to wed much older, or even not obligated to wed. Well, Aemond being a prince could make his ascent to the throne possible but if the Greens avoided a war there would be no need for him to stay at court. Alys was also aware about his non-existence duties now that his brother had two baby boys back at home. But all those things were dreams, they were the things that were supposed to happen, if only the Gods were good...At the distance, Alys stared at his prince, he looked so genuinely upset that the anger in Alys became worry and he followed him to his chamber. Of course, Aemond could feel him behind, but they did what they always did, walk the same direction, one before the other, no exchange of looks until one of them arrived at the rooms. Alys saw him get into his own, he then went into his, but he entered one of the many secret halls of the Keep and he finally reached the secret door in Aemond's room. He knocked two times, like always.

Aemond hurried to open it, he need it to talk, but he didn't want to do it with Alys. He did trusted him with his life, and he didn't feel judge at all...but they have different ways to see life and the thing he did was the kind of thing that the Dayne boy founded worthy of punishment. He didn't want to lose him this way, he didn't want to see the disappointment of his beautiful eyes and say goodbye knowing he felt disgusted by the person Aemond had become. But... Seven Gods...he loved him so much he was dying to see him again. And there it was, behind the secret door that he opened at the moment.

Alys was there, his eyes staring at him with sadness and he entered slowly. A fire was lightening the room, buy Aemond was stil soaking wet. They didn't speak, but Alys started to put the prince clothes apart. The dragon kept staring at his lover with soft eyes, tears about to fall. The clothes were putted on the sofa nearest to the fire. He was naked, but this was another type of nudity for the couple. The hands didn't move from the prince's face and Alys stared at him until he confessed.

"I just started the war..."

"I bet thats not the truth". Alys tried to confort him.

"It is" he spilled. "I killed Luke". The hands felt off. "I was just trying to scare him...to scare him so much he ended up ripping off an eye just for me".

"Was it an accident then? I don't understand". Alys was, as Aemond feared, horrified.

"I saw him on Storm's End, and I threatened him...but I just wanted an eye..." Aemond never cried but he was having trouble with swallowing. "I became so angry, Alys...that fucking kid with his little dragon, all dress up and noble...He's a bastard and nobody fucking cares...".

"Aemond, what the fuck did you do?" Asked Alys, growing angry. He did agree with him, but the prince didn't act right that night at Driftmark and Luke was just a kid defending his brother.

"I chased him with Vhagar...and Luke tried to hurt her and she...she became..."

"Uncontrollable?" Alys always feared for that. Such an old dragon, a wild creature. Beasts are never to be trusted and Aemond never saw why he feared his flying habit so much.

"I tried to stop her...I beg for her to stop and before I realised...she ate the bastard alive...the wings and tales were the only thing that escaped her bite". Poor Luke, he was just a kid, a teenage...Alys met him the last time he came, a brave boy, a bit naive but at the events that followed Alys saw the reason why the Greens resented them so. Luke shamelessly laugh at Aemond after everything...that night they both spent it together, talking and Alys made an efford to convince him. "You told me to gave them my forgiveness. At the end of the day, Luke was just a kid, you said...and now he would never had the chance to grow up".

Knowing Aemond, he wasn't sad about his nephew...he was sad about being the one who did it. Because what he did meant something that was out of his reach, war was a King's business, and he could only dream of it. War was a terrifying scenario, where the people that he loved would be in incredible danger, and even the victory would demand losses. And he had people he loved as much as Rhaenyra loved Luke. They will come for him, not only her half sister, but Daemond too. He not only had a mother that he loved, but Helaena was his most adored sibling, with kids who still had a chance of becoming like her mom...and Alys Dayne...oh, if the gods take him away...he would never forgive himself. He, the only person he could be true to himself, how believed in him, his sweet and wise Alys looked at him with terror and he felt himself falling apart. Now it was him sobbing and Alys pulling him closer. He caressed his back, Aemonds face hide in the croock of his neck.

"War started the moment your brother was crowned, Aemond...and Luke...you need to learn to control yourself...you fill yourself with hate...".

"Are you going to hate me?" cut Aemond. He looked up again, eye red. "I brought war with me on this night".

"I could never hate you, Aemond...and I was willing to fight for my true king any other way, because you are my true king, and I love my one..."he kissed his forehead, "true..." he kissed his eyelid, "king..." he putted away his patch to kiss his esmerald, "Aemond Targaryen" and he softly kissed his lips.

"I love you, Alys Dayne...but you are not going to fight for me...you will with me" he promised.

"From this day, until my last day, dragon".

"From this day, until my last day, star".

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To conquer as dragons// Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem!oc

Saera is kept as a ward of the Queen when the King dies. She is left surrounded by her mother's enemies, but Aemond was never one of them. In the search of Aegon, confessions are made on the daylight and arranges are made in the afternoon.

I hope this goes well because i have ideas for a 2nd part...

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Saera Velaryon was crying in a corner of the room, in silence, the Greens where plotting and no one saw her. At least thats what she thought, Aemond didn't saw her, but he did heard the sniffs. The King just died, and his kids were reunited by the queen, the queen's ward included. Aegon was to be crowned King, and that meant pushing away Rhaenyra's claim away, and Saera's mother would never rejected without a fight. The first thing they needed it to do was find Aegon, to put the crown on his head in front of his people. Alicent explained she needed him to be found and brought to her first. Of course the Queen would be careful with this process, specially in front Saera. Left to her as a ward was a gesture of the princess, in hopes for the tension between them faded away for a bit. Saera was the only one of her siblings that looked like a proper Targaryen, so the bastards rumors were off around her. But the teasing and insult to her own family did not cease at her presence. She did have a nice time as a ward. Left when she was three and ten, Saera enjoyed King's Landing, Viserys was the loveliest of grandfathers and Alicent...she was nice to her. About her uncles, she loved Helaena, always dreaming, but the surroundings of insects did bothered her. Aegon barely spoke to her if it wasn't about insulting her brothers. And Aemond was just there. He was always training, or studying. She would visit him in the library, forcing casual encounters because he would be the only person obsessed with books. And Saera would tell him about her current interest, and he would appear bored, but he did listen. They would ride in their dragons some days, making races without a previous discussions, ending always in proud grins and peaceful mockering. She felt bad for his eye, but he also scared her in some aspects. Saera was much sweeter than her mather ever was, but she was much more willing to learn and form herself. She would grow anxious at confrontations, she often ignored Aegon's comments, or at least they all thought that. Viserys was never aware of them, Alicent would never defend her in that matter, and Helaena would be too naive to realice the insults. Aemond did notice, he saw the princess' red eyes the morning after the horrible dinner, or the way she twisted her skirt looking at the ground, or the mouth that would never speak for a long time. What he did about it was a secret. Some days, after Aegon's insults the day before, the prince would appear with a black eye, his brother Aemond found anything worthy of a fight. And Saera would stare at her bully's injuries trying to hide a smile. But no one knew that it was a response for his lack of respect for her, it was just Aemond being angry, of course...

"I will search for Aegon, mother" said Aemond.

"Very well then...Saera, why don't you accompanied them, my dear? " the Queen was testing her. Everybody turned to her. She was sending the girl in search of the King who will push away her mother from her heritage. Saera had a tear left on her face, the war hasn't even begun yet, she won't be starting it.

"Of course, my Queen..."she said. Ser Criston looked at her with an annoying face. He hated her, and her mother told her the reason why long ago. If anything was to happen to her on the streets, the Kight in shining armor would never run to her rescue.

"I think it would be best to leave Ser Criston with you, mother" pointed Aemond. "The tension is building in the Keep, King's Landing does not have the news and no men we could encounter will be better at fighting than me".

Alicent accepted and Saera felt weirdly relieved. When they left the room to prepare for the searching, Aemond caughy Saera by her arm. He made her face him.

"The last memories of the King would be of a reunited family, dear Saera..." he put his hand on her cheek, cleaning the tear forgotten by the girl. "So for your own good, don't be so sad about your loss...at least not here".

They met again later that morning, different clothes, uglier ones, a cloak to hid their features and a sword in their hips. She had been crying a lot more, he could see it. She was angry too. Without speaking a word they left the castle through one of the secret passages. It was Aemond the one guiding her around, but it was her the one speaking when the doors opened. A lot of people moved around, selling and buying. The search was becoming annoying after every negative they were given. In one of the turns, Aemond spoke to Saera, "Maybe he could be in the brothel", nobody answered and when he turned, the princess was not there. He panicked, she wasn't very skilled with a sword and she was a pretty girl. He moved all his way back, he could call her name out loud just as she could not call his. He bumped into her, relief on both of them, even though Aemond looked piss off. He decided to hold Saera's hand and she quickly tighted her hold. He carried her around until they reached the brothel.

"Well...I think this is a suitable place for your brother" spoke Saera.

He just blurted something, like he always did and a women came to welcome them. Another "no" buy they got a good suggestion and the women looked at Aemond, he was recognised...by a whore... Aemond did not blush, but he became awkward and hurried Saera to left the place. She couldn't place his uncle doing something like that, he was way to focus on forming to be leaving the Keep at night to pay someone for a nice time. But at the same time, Saera thought it made him a bit more human.

"It seems you made an impression on that woman the time you last saw her..." Saera looked at him carefully.

"As she said, I have grown since she last saw me...and that's non of your business, Saera" he couldn't look at her.

"Can I ask, how is it like?" She made him stop in the place, turning to her and closing the distance in a violent single step. Saera regretted her question when he looked at her.

"Look at the little girl...the one who tears up at the slightest of jokes, wanting to know about what it's like to fuck..." Saera felt her heart beating fast. Not many times did Aemond responded so directly to her. Most of their conversations consisted in her speaking and he groaning in a fake annoyance. She was smart, smarter than everyone thought and she refused to let Aemond think of her as the contrary.

"I ask because in my head you would never belong in a place like that... You, Aemond, always the right one, the right son, a decent prince who never let himself get caught in mistake. All I asked is if it was worthy of his princes attention...". She made a big efford to look at him the same way Aemond looked at her.

"It was Aegon's idea...he wanted to make a men out of me. But I am a man...a better one than him" he became a bit more soft at his staring. "But I'm starting to think that its not worth it...all the effort...all the composure".

"You wish to be King, don't you?" She knew, she always suspected but now she understood. He turned away, wanting to keep with the search. "All those training, all those readings...only I saw the dedication. I thought it was to make your parets proud but now I see... you are jealous".

"It wasn't jealousy, Saera. There was a time when I foolishly hoped that my brother would become a proper human being...I even hoped for a time with no Blacks and Green and Rhaenyra on the throne". He keep giving his back to the girl.

"Why did you kept dragging yourself to the limit then? Because I don't believe all the fencing makes you happy, neither does the history in those endless books and the loneliness you search for yourself everyday".

Aemond then turned at Saera, he looked at her but it was softer, a sad expression on his face. "I did it because I wanted to protect you, Saera...all my life I have been the second, the unimportant one...even a weak man. Half blind, no dragon hatched on my cradle...Only you treated me as the person I am ever since we were children. And your sweetness made me desire you. But no parent would wed their only daughter to someone like me, would they? So I became the best type of a man one can become. There's now no men in the Seven Kingdoms more capable of protecting you than me, I made sure of that...and there's no man more capable of understand you than me, you helped me at that...". Saera could not speak. "But thats not worthy anymore, is it? A war is starting, my brother would be name King as well as your mother will be name Queen by her people. And I will have nothing, no crown and no wife".

The princess was still processing everything. All this time, he had loved her. But she was also fearing for her family and her own life. She didn't let a single word escape from her lips, and they continued the search in silence, no more hand holding. When they saw Aegon, they saw the twins Cargyll, who wanted to take the prince to the Hand. Swords where unsheathed, one by one of the twins, the other by Aemond. Saera was in charge of keeping Aegon still. Because Aegon had just woke up, hungover and weak, she easy pushed him on the ground. He insulted her, as always but now she was kind of happy that he was genuinely angry at her, she was humiliating him for once. Aemond unarmed the twin, the other just disappeared and he was free to help Saera. Aegon bitted her hand and when she screamed, the princes tried to run, but Aemond was obviously faster.

"LET ME GO!" Screamed Aegon. "I don't wish to rule, no taste for duty, I'm not suited"

"You'll get no argument for me". Then, Aegon was able to turn to face his younger brother. "Let me go, and I'll find a ship...and sail away, never to be found".

Aemond grow quiet, considering it. He would be crowned King, the shame of his brother gone for good, maybe he could have a chance. He searched for Saera, she was behind Aegon, her hand bleeding and she was listening to the offer. She looked at Aemond, a little hope on her eyes. But before he could decide, Ser Criston Cole appeared, send by a worried queen, he held the prince by his arms and hurried him to the castle. The only thing left for Aemond to do was reaching Saera's hand, covering the wound with a piece he teared of his cloak and walk in silence back to the Keep. Once there, they parted ways, he was going to see her mother, she was going to see the maester.

On Alicent's chamber, Aemond told her about his brother refuse of the crown. Her mother knew that he was more fitted to the crown, but Laws dictated by the gods were her main support for the claim, putting a third born son on the throne with first son still alive was just as incorrect as letting Rhaenyra on the throne. So Alicent played dumb at his son's subtle suggestion and he left the room the moment she ordered Ser Criston to lock Saera on her bedchamber. He, once again, offered to do it himself. This made Ser Criston angry, but he kept himself in front of the Queen. Aemond gave him a warning look, he had never understood why the knight was so eager to hate a girl who meant nothing to him.

He founded her on the maester's room. The wound was being cleaned and Saera stared at the window while they finished. Aemond entered slowly, and Saera looked at him, she became nervous when the footstep approached, but when she realised it was him, she calmed a bit. The maester assured the girl that no scar would be left if she was careful, and that the feeling of atching was a good sign. All that time, Aemond was there, he stood by the door patiently waiting for her.

"I'll be taking you to your room, my lady" explained Aemond. She nodded and took the arm he offered her.

The pacing to her chamber was slow, both knowing what would happen once they reached it. Finally, she spoke. "You would be the greatest protector of a kingdom in centuries, Aemond...".

"Thank you for saying that, Saera...but theres no point in ruling over an imaginary kingdom, is there?". They stopped. She holded his hands and looked at him firmly.

"This people, Aemond...this people don't see you as you truly are...as you truly are worth of. But I do. And I'm sure the Blacks would see it too. You, as well as me and my family knows, that Aegon may be King but he will have no future. My mother would be generous, let's not wait. Let's ride to Dragostone, bring me back to my family and stay with me... ask her for a place to make ours".

"And what if she denies me, if she treats me as an enemy, a thread?" Asked Aemond.

Saera then touched his face, she pulled his patch away, his sapphire eye shone lightly by the small light of the hall. She looked at both eyes. "Then take me far away and make me your wife. We are Targaryen, we'll conquer what we want, we are dragons".

He kissed her wounded hand. He entered her to her chamber and he locked them both inside. She was confused but then he found one of the secret passages to escape the Keep. He hold her hand and they went together to the Dragonpit, not wasting a minute. When they saw their respective dragons, they separated their hands, but they looked at each other. They were going to do this, they were determinated to spend as much of their lifes as they could together, and all was starting with riding away on their dragons. Before doing it, Saera smiled at him, for the first time in a while, she looked happy, and Aemond was the reason for it. It was now Aemond who stroke her smiling cheeks, and Saera throw herself to kiss him. A passionate kiss, a dragon keeping them safe while the share a moment of pure, soft, passionate love. A love that had been there for so very long.