#{ my darling you will never be unloved by me } : abrogail x aemond (scndbrn)

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To say she was nervous about meeting with Prince Aemond was an understatement. This was not the first approach for her hand, for Abrogail Baratheon, heir to Lady Avila's seat of Storm's End and all that came with it, was seen as a prize by many men. It broke her heart every time she thought one truly desired her, only to find that he craved her body, and would think to steal her seat, and the power that her mother would pass onto her.

Prince Aemond Targaryen, the second son, the rider of the largest dragon in the realm, was different.

Oh, his swagger was there. This was a man who thought highly of himself although whether or not he could back it up remained to be seen. She also would not deny that the curl of his mouth pleased her, or the way his lilac eye did not waver from her own.

It was quite alright if he only momentarily glanced down. She had worn this dress for a reason, but was pleased that he returned to gaze at her face.

"Your grace, you honor us with your visit," she murmured, her courtesies wielded like a knight with a blade, although the smile that shined on her face: nervous, intrigued, curious, was genuine as she rose to meet him.

His hand was so very warm holding hers, and though her said hand had been kissed many times, she found herself trying to remain neutral and not think about how his mouth might feel against hers. Her mother affectionately teased her about her romantic heart, and she searched Aemond's face for some indication of how he felt. For once, he was someone far more difficult to read than she was used to.

A warm blush spread over her cheeks as she led him out of the room. "I hope your journey was easy for you and Vhagar?"

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The court was not so kind about Aemond's eye, and it rankled Abrogail to no end. She was not often so violent, but hearing the twitters of some of the other ladies who could not see past the eyepatch to how lovely and handsome and perfect Aemond was.

And yet...

There was sharp stab of possessiveness as she watched Aemond put down the blade he was finishing tending to. She was insulted on his behalf, and yet he was hers. He looked up at her and she smiled, taking her place in his lap and immedietly reaching up to remove his eyepatch, tucking it down the top of her bodice so he'd have to get creative to retrieve it.

"I adore you, you know," she told him with her gentle touch tracing along the edge of his scar. "And you're mine. My Aemond." She nuzzled her nose against his before moving to press her mouth gently - achingly gentle - to the line of his scar. It caused him pain that others did not see, but it was pride as well.

Lost an eye and gained a dragon.

Her fingers dove into his hair to smooth away the tangles and angle his head just so. Abrogail's mouth inched up and up, reverent and worshipful as she showed him how much she loved him. A press of kiss to the glinting sapphire eye, and up and over. She rose to straddle his lap and leaned her soft weight against him. "I adore you... I love you... Mine... mine, Aemond."

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That gets quite the giggle from her and she reaches out to poke his nose, playful while he watches. Ever quiet and stoic unless it is simply them. She twirls her dagger in hand. Aemond had been teaching her to wield it, but there was no sparring today. Simply technique.

"Do you mean the color of our hair? Fire and ice. Do you mean..." she drew out the word as she practiced the flip he'd been teaching her, but she was still nervous about accidentally cutting herself. She dances around her betrothed, toying the blade before handing it back to him, hilt first. "My playful and adorable nature and your frowning humming judgy face?"

Abrogail moves closer, hand on his knee. "I do rather adore that judgy little hum you make," she murmurs, another giggle spilling from her.

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Abrogail's laughter filled their sitting room as Aemond pulled her back into his arms, his mouth slanting against hers to swallow the sound. Laughter in lieu of sadness, but lovely all the same. She sighed, and arched up into him so she could properly reach her hands up and bury her fingers into his silken hair.

Her belongings had already been sent ahead to Harrenhal a moon's turn, and she and her husband would follow on dragonback, spend a few days together until he had to return under his mother's command. Something about Driftmark.

"Aemond," she breathed, a prayer to the Seven as his hands moved down over her waist to lift her up. There was no time table, and even if there was, she would not protest this sort of delay. He growled something low and she was lost in the taste and the warmth of him, dragging and nipping her teeth along his jaw as he began moving through the room. There was plenty of time, she thought as he took her to the couch and settled her in his lap.

Plenty of time to enjoy their happiness.

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The sun had been so warm, the afternoon so peaceful spending it with Aemond in the gardens. A willow tree at their back and the pair of them enjoying the peace and quiet. She had been stroking her fingers through his hair and the gentle warmth of it all had lulled her to sleep.

Abrogail could not recall whatever dreams she had. She knew she'd been carried down a cold stone hallway at some point and there'd been guards there. Then the loss of warmth and uncertainty before her unconsciousness took her deeper. Waking up in her own bedroom had shocked her when she'd startled from sleep. The sun seemed odd and her mouth had tasted like wool. A great sense of disorientation and panic had taken her as she tried to figure out how she'd gotten into her bed, and how much time had past.

She really didn't mean to burst into tears when Aemond stepped into the room, but the vestiges of the murky nightmare that had plagued her impromptu nap had taken hold. She was trembling when he came close and she reached up to hold his wrists has he warmly cupped her face and wiped away her tears. She drew her mouth against his palm and his fingertips, pressing frantic little kisses against the warmth of his skin.

"I was so frightened," she hiccuped and Abrogail tried to focus on the soothing tones of his voice. Such comfort. "You weren't there! I was warm and then you were gone, a-and..." She shut her eyes and took a great heaving gasp to try calm herself but it wasn't enough. She pulled his hands from her face and threw herself into his arms, hiding her face against the warm crook of his neck where the world felt safest.

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It was not unusual for the two of them to spend the quiet evening hours together after dinner. They'd share a book, taking turns reading back and forth, spurring discussion on their opinions of the writer, or how foolish they thought the actors involved were. Sometimes their time together would be soft and quiet: her with embroidery or a book of her own, him either deep in thought or, when he was feeling particularly ill at ease, venting about everything.

Aemond had been in one of his quiet moods that evening, and she had felt ill at ease with her own thoughts, frustrated with things she couldn't put to words. She yelped as she stabbed herself for the third time and with a huff, tossed the hoop away in a rare show of frustration. So preoccupied she'd been, that she hadn't notice him move until he stood before her, reaching for her injured hand and drawing her up, asking for a dance.

The request startled her, and she let out a laugh. The sound was bright, her eyes crinkling from how large her smile was. All frustrations were forgotten as he drew her away from the fire. "Why, your Grace, you honor me," she joked, blushing as he wrapped his arm around her waist and brushed a kiss against her cheek.

While there were no bards to lend song to her dance, Abby's laughter was all that they needed while he spun her around the room, and his laughter joined hers.

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Usually she didn't mind when Aemond was caught up in his reading, but she was bored, and restless, and entirely too needy. "Aemond...?"

"Hmmmm."

She crawled onto the table in front of him, but even then, he didn't even look at her. "Aemooooond?" Another grunt from him. It was ridiculously adorable how focused he was with that furrow between his brows but that was why she was whining. Abby reached down to pull away the book and slide herself in place. His protests were halted in their tracks at that and she gave him the most innocent smile she could. "Pay attention to me," she pouted and hooked her fingers into the chain tucked beneath his shirt to draw him closer. "You get nice things when you do." Her mouth brushed his as she spoke and he hummed, catching on. "Smart boy," she murmured, and licked her way into his mouth as he finally drew her into his lap instead of that book.

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«…as black as prince Aemond’s heart»

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"Of course he did," she says mildly. It is not the first time the question has been brought up when she's told Aemond of something the king has... approved. Her good brother just doesn't need to know that she offers the solutions to her husband as he sleeps, and takes whatever sound he makes as approval. Abrogail might feel sorry for being manipulative, if it wasn't for the good of the realm and really quite harmless. "Between cursing Meraxes' flames and fire can't kill a dragon but it hurts like a bitch and a lot of other colorful words that I did my best to distract him from."

She exhales at his second question and Abrogail bites her lower lip, wondering how much to tell him. He is regeant, so it isn't as if he won't find out if he really puts his mind to it. Aemond loves his brother, but she also knows how much he relishes in the responsibility of the title he's wanted, but never had. With his Helaena far from him many a day, it is no wonder that he is throwing himself into it with everything he has.

"The milk of the poppy makes him sick, and when the maester offered him the wheeled chair, I thought he would rise from the bed to throw him out the window himself." The obvious reasons behind that are left unsaid. Bedridden in the king's bed, Aegon is probably as close to his long gone sire as he'd ever been, in all the worst ways. "There are times where I cannot soothe him and it's difficult. I..." It is only through their years of knowing one another that Abrogail shares her concerns with him. "I feel like there should be so much more I should be doing for him, for you, for Helaena and your mother. For everyone and yet... I am a go between. I am a nursemaid. I don't mind it. I won't leave his side, but I feel helpless because I cannot take his pain away. I can't make this all better."

A shake of her head and she rises. "When was the last time you ate, anyway?" she doesn't wait for an answer, pulling the door open and sending one of the guards to fetch Aemond something to eat. Closing the door again behind her, she smooths her hands over her skirts. "Tell me how you are."

IN TRUTH , AEMOND DID NOT MIND ALL THE WORK . it  was  what  he  had  always  longed  for  —  to  be  sat  at  a  great  desk  ,  ledgers  and  papers  detailing  the  state  of  the  seven  kingdoms  strewn  across  the  top  ,  covering  every  inch  of  wood  save  for  the  small  spot  reserved  for  his  quill  and  ink.  aegon  had  always  shirked  at  the  idea  of  all  of  this  being  his  responsibility  ,  and  their  late  sire  had  ,  for  the  most  part  ,  delegated  the  less  important  business  to  his  small  council.  aemond  ,  however  ,  was  thriving  ,  and  bore  the  great  weight  so  suddenly  placed  upon  his  shoulders  with  grace.

he  knew  this  moment  in  history  might  well  be  overlooked  in  the  future  ;  whatever  accomplishments  made  in  his  regency  may  be  credited  to  his  older  brother  ,  or  overshadowed  by  the  war  that  loomed  over  them  all.  well  ,  the  greats  never  act  in  the  interest  of  commendation  ,  but  for  the  good  of  all.  at  least  ,  that  was  what  he  told  himself.

it didn't mean he could not try to make a name for himself regardless .

upon  the  queen's  entrance  ,  the  scribe  stood  and  promptly  bowed.  the  prince  regent  himself  gave  a  respectful  nod  of  the  head  before  dismissing  his  assistant  for  the  time  being.  finally  ,  he  laid  down  his  quill  and  angled  his  body  towards  abrogail.  sweetest  lady  of  house  strong  .  she  suited  her  position  well.  should  aegon  survive  and  restore  his  health  ,  the  realm  would  owe  her  its  thanks.

slender  fingers  took  the  relevant  papers  into  their  grip  ,  the  one-eyed  prince  briefly  glancing  over  the  text.  his  brows  arched  upwards  ever  so  slightly  as  he  processed  the  details  of  the  proposal  until  at  last  his  lilac  gaze  turned  to  meet  that  of  his  good-sister.  ❛  he  said  that  ?  ❜  he  asked  with  great  curiosity.  perhaps  rook's  rest  had  softened  the  king's  resolve.  he  might  raise  more  of  an  argument  were  this  issue  more  important  ,  but  alas  ,  the  well-being  of  a  few  peasants  was  of  little  importance  to  him.  if  only  he  realized  how  much  this  would  help  their  cause  .  ❛  if  he  wills  it  ,  then  it  shall  be  done.  ❜  there  was  a  momentary  pause  that  hung  in  the  air.  ❛  how  is  he  ?  ❜

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"It's because you know everything, isn't it?" she laughs, but Abrogail was quite pleased nonetheless that she'd made him smile, when he did so rarely anymore. "Mmmm, yes, his Aegon-ness was on full display." Demanding attention, frustrated that they wouldn't play what he had wanted to play, before he'd ended up storming off. Still, she bit her lip and glanced over at said elder brother who was lazily twirling a blade with Ser Criston. Aegon briefly caught her eye and she felt her cheeks pink before looking away and focusing back to Aemond.

Abby turned her bright smile to him as he looked at the morsel of cake in her delicate fingers. Sweet, lovely Aemond, no matter what had happened to him. Soft smiles, warm laughter, so unlike the stoic and intimidating man he'd become.

"Deny my prince what he so desires?" she hummed thoughtfully, holding the warm treat to her rosebud mouth as she thought. She moaned softly, catching the taste of lovely orange glaze. Her blue eyes watched him, challenging. She'd thought he'd loved her once, more than a sister, but she felt mistaken. Yet, Abby couldn't help but tease him from time to time. "As a prince, I believe it's your right to take what you desire."

     𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑾𝑨𝒀  𝑺𝑯𝑬  𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑫  𝑻𝑶  𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲  𝑶𝑭  𝑨𝑵  𝑬𝑿𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵  only served to prove why the one-eyed prince had developed such a  strong  affection  for her. of course she would try to think of something ,  anything  , to  prove otherwise. he could not say that he was surprised , either ;  this  was  one  of  the  many  ways  which  abrogail  showed  her  love  .  sweet  ,  humble  little  thing  .  as for aemond , he was contented to watch as the wheels turned in her head. it filled him with  amusement  , curious to see what recollection she might come up with.

     ❛  i  know  so  , ❜  he responded softly , marveling at how the sun shone against her fiery red hair and seemed to make it  glow  .  did  she  know  how  beautiful  she  was  ? alas , he was certain many a potential suitor had told her as much. he wondered , briefly , what she would think if  he  told her.

     his thoughts were abruptly interrupted with the memory — indeed a happy one , to the point it made him  smile  . helaena had been distraught , aegon ranting about how stupid it was for her to be upset , and aemond couldn’t tolerate it anymore. the elder had been  enraged  , and it had been abby who had helped him escape his wrath.  ❛  you were  definitely  there. i do not think i shall ever forget  how  stupid  his  face  looked  .  ❜  it was one of only very few times — so few he could count them on one hand — which aemond had been successful in embarrassing his brother. during a time which it was quite frequently the opposite , it had felt   so  good  to have achieved such a victory.

     still  ,  it  remained  :  he  could  not  have  summoned  the  courage  without  her  support.

     her comment earned a quiet , warm laugh , aemond shaking his head as he glanced at the aforementioned treat.  ❛  𝐼𝐹  𝐼  𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷  𝐴  𝐵𝐼𝑇𝐸  𝑂𝐹  𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅  𝐶𝐴𝐾𝐸  ,  𝐼'𝐷  𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸  𝐴𝐿𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝑌  𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁  𝐼𝑇  𝐹𝑂𝑅  𝑀𝑌𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹  . you dare not say no to  your  prince  , do you ?  ❜