#Aegon's POV was such a fucking delight to write

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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy Rating: Explicit Chapters: 20 (give or take) Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong, Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen, Eventual Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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The names of the others his mother and grandfather had listed off floated through his mind. Every single suitor was surely more worthy to be whatever it was they wanted him to be; every single one another reminder that they were forcing this. They weren’t even giving her to him, not to love like he wanted. No, they were taking his Maiden and turning her into a pawn just like him, placing her on the board beside him to move them both as his mother and grandfather pleased. It felt like something sacrificial; dark and maybe sacred in whatever deals had been made, whatever machinations brewed behind the curtains that he could not see. Everything worth having was meant to be claimed as he had Sunfyre, not shoved into his arms behind deceptively passive smiles.

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Pillars of salt, Pillars of sand: Dark!Aemond x oc, Aegonxoc

Chapter 15: The shadow of a sun mdni18+

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra and harwins daughter, Jace's twin sister. You dont expect when Floris, your best friend, writes you that she is sick, to find your uncle at Storm's end. He offers you a choice. Bend the knee to Aegon or see your brother be fed to his dragon. It is not a difficult choice to make. But as with difficult choices, the consequences are much harder to carry than the choice

🔷Author's note: DARK dead DOVE DO NOT EAT OK

Wordcount :3212 

Aemond’s pov.

I stand near the tavern, where Helaena and Maella are drinking. Judging by their giggles, hushed whispers, and delighted gasps, they are likely gossiping. I simply fold my hands on my back and watch as the soldiers that belong to the King surround the place, subtly as shadows sneaking around a lamp. ‘’Since when do they get along?’’ Aegon remarks, surprised by the young Queen and the Princess being friends. 

I suppose that the enemy of their enemy is my friend is true, after all. They might hate each other, or at least, were raised to hate one another. And now because they are both married to my useless brother, they have become something dangerous. I expected Maella to outshine Helaena at balls, receptions and gatherings. But I never expected them to ally with one another, to become friends. Never. 

It is dangerous. What if Helaena is turned over to their side? She never liked Aegon, I can’t even tell if she likes being Queen. She is as flicke as a flame and that can burn us. But if Helaena can be convinced, so can Maella. This might be good. We can show the Little strong lady that she has nothing to fear from us. As long as she complies and obeys, that is.

I still can’t believe it. They are as fire and ice. Helaena should know better, as the Queen. Maella is a good for nothing traitor and our prisoner. What does she hope to accomplish with drinking a few beers in a godforsaken tavern? ‘’I don’t know. I do think you should do something about this, Your Grace.’’ I say, after carefully choosing my words. 

Aegon’s shoulders slump with disappointment at my reminder and he looks to the stone tiles outside the tavern that cover the dirty ground. He took me to this tavern too, I remember. On my thirteenth name day. Before he would take me to the whores. Ser Arryk whispers to us that they have secured the property and I give a nod, confirming they can begin soon with securing the two ladies. ‘’You took a vow.’’ I remind my brother. ‘’If you are too weak to discipline your own wife-’’

I know I crossed a line when Aegon’s worryless glance becomes a hateful, deep festering glare forming a mirror. I see my own father looking back at me, in a way. Aegon smirks, mirroring my stance by also folding his hands on his back, advancing on me until I have no choice but to set a step back, submitting to him. ‘’You would like that, wouldn’t you, Aemond? Because if I can’t, you will do it.’’ He says, and yes it is the truth. There is an accusation there. One I’m not sure that I like.

I open my mouth, ready to defend myself and my honour as I hear a all to familiar scream, that sets my soul alight and hardens parts of my body much to my delight. Maella screams as she is carried to me and my brother, her eyes widened the moment she sees us standing near her. She takes a dramatic moment to scoff, and spits at our feet. Aegon shrugs as I jump out of the way, barely avoiding the spit hitting my boots. ‘’Discipline her.’’ I hiss, commanding my own king around.

She struggles as a wild tigress, attacking her pursuers as I simply watch her lash out, cuss, spit and yell, causing a scene well worthy of good punishment. ‘’You are disgusting animals! All of you! You fucking traitors! You would sell your own mother if it allowed you to suck Aegon’s little right toe!’’ Maella yells as she attacks a soldier, pulling his helmet off and grabbing him by the throat. I hide an amused chuckle. Aegon becomes increasingly frustrated as her scene continues, clearly tired, miserable and dreading what he must do now. 

Helaena watches, her eyes big and full of questions. ‘’Put her down! We did nothing wrong!’’ She tries to command the soldiers, but they are not her soldiers. They are Aegon’s. They won’t listen to her. ‘��Aegon, tell them to stop!’’ She is close to losing it. I remember it all too well from balls and gatherings we attended.

Maella laughs, still on the back of Arryk who tries to hold her as she kicks away at his back. I think Arryk has never been more thankful for his armour. ‘’He won’t. He’s a little craven boy, same as his brother. He is not cut out to be king. His mother knows it. His brother knows it too.’’ She briefly looks at me, and when she does I can’t help but lick my lips softly, imagining her taste. ‘’All except Aegon, for he knows nothing and never shall.’’ I need to hide my smirk for I agree with her all too much.

My brother sets one foot forward, and the brat finally stops fighting, accepting her fate. She knows what awaits her now. Helaena tries to interfere, so I capture her too, holding her gently but firmly by her waist so she shall not be harmed. ‘’Aemond! Let me go!’’ She begs. ‘’We can’t let Aegon hurt her.’’ Why not? She and her bastard brothers hurt me. Dozens of times over. If anything, Maella might learn obedience and respect for her betters with a good smack across her oh so pouty delicious face.

Helaena does not understand that so I explain it to her, as kindly as I can. ‘’He’s her king and her husband. She is the one who went too far.’’ Helaena stops fighting me and looks at me with a all too familiar emotion. Disgust. She easily escapes me, not looking back once. 

Aegon is close to hurting Maella, I can tell. But he needs a tiny push. And I know how to let Maella give him that. I search my pockets, and take out a familiar small box. I join Aegon, presenting the box to Maella as I open it. ‘’Did you know your brother pissed himself?’’ I smirk, recalling the moment I had Luc’s eyes cut out. ‘’I didn’t expect much better from a bastard, but it was disgusting how he relieved himself in front of the Baratheon family. He was begging me too, begging for me to stop, to have mercy, to be released.’’ I laugh, recalling the little scared face of little Luc as he sobbed at my feet, before I kicked him in his then empty bleeding eyeholes. Maella trembles with barely contained rage.

I bet she can show me so much of her innerfire, of her desire if only she allowed herself. I bet she can become the most beautiful obedient wife. If only Aegon didn’t marry her. I lean in closer. I smell her delicious scent and must fight all instincts to touch and smell her closer. Maella glares at both of us, but I know she must have one final push. A good one. So I open the box, show her Lucerys’s eyes and take them out, touching the small little balls as if it are mere diamonds. I chuckle, as she watches my every moment, her breath holds. I close the box with a snap, causing her to flinch. 

I take one step closer, and touch her face, gently caressing it as I stare into her eyes. ‘’It’s too bad your mother had a stillborn daughter. I would’ve loved to collect her eyes too.’’ Maella’s gaze shifts between me and Aegon. Her eyes express many emotions, despair, disbelief and finally…Guilt.

She knew, Rhaenyra was pregnant. And now she knows she is not anymore. Aegon shoots me a subtle glare, one of judgement and disgust as I watch Maella struggle with another challenge, another loss.

I smirk, whispering in her ear. ‘’Your mother’s pregnancy was fine, until she heard what had happened to you and Luc. I might have killed your brother, but you killed your sister. You caused that miscarriage and you are a Kinslayer.’’ I brush gently with my lips against her ear, kissing her forehead. ‘’You are the same as me-’’

Maella does not need long after that final push, that final confession and final straw. Aegon needs to push me out of the way of her claws, that are reaching to strangle something, anything. ‘’You bastard!’’ She yells, sobbing and in tears as she tries to strangle me, held back by guards as I walk back and forth, just within her grasp.

I shrug, causing more anger by the young princess. ‘’Only one of us is, little Lady Strong. I think you might need to rethink your loyalties. I doubt Rhaenyra will welcome you home now, that you killed her daughter, her true born Valyrian daughter with Daemon.’’ I rub some extra salt in the wounds, picking up insults and horrors wherever I go. Rhaenyra needed a heir, a pure born Valyrian child. And Maella will never be that. She will always be a Strong. She will never be good enough. And she knows this. And that is what will kill her. 

Maella kicks her guard, and rushes at me. She grabs me by my silver long hairs, dragging our faces closer as she tries to choke me. It is a foolish but admirable attempt. And one we just needed.

Aegon grabs her by the throat, strangles her briefly and smacks her across her face with his left hand, leaving a good, nice print on her face. Maella wails on the ground, glaring at us both. He approaches her again, and raises his feet too, preparing to give her a kick. ‘’My King?’’ Ser Arryk ruins this beautiful moment and I glare at him, annoyed he dared to speak in our presence at all.

Sadly, Aegon puts his feet back on the ground and ignores Maella as she cries helplessly. ‘’Put the Princess in the carriage. She can’t behave herself clearly. Bring her to my bedchamber after.’’ I feel my blood cool down after those words, and I can’t even smirk at Maella. 

Maella has stopped crying instantly at those words, her whole body shaking as Arryk grabs her and walks her to the carriage. ‘’Aegon! No! You can’t! I disgust you! You never liked me!’’ Her cries are muffled once she is put in the carriage. Aegon sighs, and for a moment the crown slips. He adjusts it right away. 

‘’So, brother.’’ I begin this terrible conversation. Because she should not be his. She is mine. I captured her, I can read her, I can trick her, deceive her, lie to her and kill her.

Aegon sighs, dramatically.  ‘’That should be enough to make her behave for one day. I don’t intend to actually lay with her.’’ I hear myself scoff. Of course not. Whyever would he do anything for his duties, for us? Ruining Maella, forcing her to have his child, it’s the best thing to do right now, the clever thing. And he won’t do it because Maella is not some blonde ugly whore.

I hate it. I hate him, I hate her, I hate the idea of them together, of them even breathing the same air. ‘’Whyever not? She is yours, brother. She is yours and for once in your life you are allowed to do what you enjoy doing.’’ I say, referring to the countless incidents.

Aegon does not meet my eye and his voice is soft as the wind as we prepare our horses. ‘’I don’t enjoy it.’’ He confesses. ‘’I never did. I just …’’

I wait ready to hear whatever explanation his sickening behaviour has.

Aegon sighs, rubbing his face. ‘’Father never saw me as his heir. Mother never saw me as anything but a problem. I guess that’s exactly who I became. An unworthy problematic heir.’’ I need to stop myself from laughing. Is he truly trying to push this all on that mother and father didn’t love him enough? That’s why he rapes?

‘’And the women?’’ I remark. ‘’How did they hate you, how did they wrong you? How did a simple kitchen maid or a servant girl hurt you, the Prince who surely they all looked up to?’’ I hear myself say the words and as soon as I say them I know. 

It’s not the love that was the issue. It’s the expectations. The expectations that he sets for himself, that the world and father set for him that he never met. And the servants were just unfortunately there at the wrong time and at the wrong place. Because there is no such thing viler than forcing yourself upon servants, people who you love. 

He becomes annoyed with me and my questions. ‘’I am done talking about this. If you want to talk about sexual things, I can ask you about why you fantasise about my wife and how you wanted to do similar things to her.’’ He’s right. And I hate that he is.

But Maella is not an innocent kitchen maid or servant who can’t defend herself.  ‘’Your wife is no innocent woman.’’ I say, with a smile as we get on the horses. ‘’You know she is a traitor and she must be eliminated so she cannot marry great houses. It’s why her virtue must be taken away.’’

I hear my brother laugh. I look at him. He shakes his head. ‘’And I used to think you were so much better than me. You are not. You might be worse.’’ After that he leaves for the Red Keep and I remain here with the carriage and the two unwanted Queens. And a lot of questions, and thoughts.

Maella is crying still as I enter the carriage. She glares at me through her tears. I smirk, sitting next to her. She instantly decides to sit somewhere else, as far away from me as possible. I think back of her offer, where she begged me to save her and to take her to her sweet mother. She is truly a naive girl who has no idea how the world truly works. ‘’You know, you only did this to yourself.’’ I say. ‘’By choosing the traitor queen, you became a traitor.’’

Maella does not see reason.

‘’She is crowned.’’ So is Aegon. ‘’I suppose you will enjoy tonight?’’ She can barely talk without sobbing. She could not be further from the truth. 

I shake my head. ‘’No, I won’t. I still firmly believe you should be with me.’’ I inform her as she rolls her eyes. ‘’As I am the-’’

She interrupts me. ‘’The one who captured me, yes.’’ She finishes with an annoyed sigh. ‘’Honestly, Uncle, it has gotten boring to hear you boast about your own pathetic accomplishments. You killed a little innocent boy and captured an innocent woman. Is that truly something to be proud of?’’

In one moment she is pushed against the walls of the carriage, my hands wrapped around her throat as I choke lightly, just to scare her. Perhaps to feel control over her life, over her body. ‘’He. Was. not. Innocent.’’ I hiss, warning her of my temper. ‘’He took my eye, had your mother done her task and disciplined him, I would have had peace with it!’’ I shout at her face as she flinches with fear and worry. She looks like she wants to call for the guards. She looks like she might bite me. As if she can laugh or cry any given moment. I wait for her to defend that bastard pup to ramble on how he was just a child. I wait for any of it.

Maella only slowly touches my hair, feeling it glide through her fingers. Her eyes sparkle with tears as she softly chuckles. ‘’I sometimes wonder what would have happened, had Grandsire married us. Would we have hated each other as much as we do now?’’ I am taken back by her movements and keep watching her carefully as she continues to touch my hair. ‘’Would Luc be alive? Would there be peace?’’ She wonders out loud, her hands finally end by my face, and her fingers touch my scars as I flinch slightly. Yet I do not pull away. There would not be peace. There would be hatred just the same. I know it. But my weak heart allows itself to be caught up in her sickening twisted fantasies of something I shall never acquire: A happy life. ‘’You are my brother’s.’’ I say, firmly. ‘’You must learn to obey his wishes and his word or there might be more.’’ I caress where Aegon struck her, warning her. ‘’He is kind now, but once he tires of you-’’ My words are interrupted as Maella places her lips against my own, and softly gasps, kissing me. Her hands touch my knees and I feel them at the same time on the back of my head, removing my eyepatch as she climbs on my lap, her eyes shimmering with tears. ‘’Why?’’ I whisper. ‘’You hate me.’’ I don’t understand it. Yet Maella continues to kiss me and to touch me in ways I only dreamt of. I should be happy, welcoming this opportunity. But I am not, and I do not welcome it. I pretend to be aboard, kissing her back. 

Maella allows herself to touch me, running her fingers over my crotch as I slip with my greedy fingers under her dress, touching and feeling her breasts and nipples, discovering her body. She shifts on the bench of the carriage, allowing me to top her properly. I remain standing as is proper, but she sweeps my legs and forces me atop of her. She lowers her eyes, touching my face gently. ‘’I told you before: We can run away together. Mother will reward you. You will become a hero.’’ She whispers and kisses me. I don’t kiss her back. I feel validated. I feel attacked, wronged, disgusted. I slap her hands off my crotch, and yank her head up by her hair so we can meet eye to eye. I see hope in her eyes. And I see it die when I scowl at her. ‘’You will lay with Aegon and no one else. You will carry his seed and your womb will quicken and you will push his child out.’’ I hiss as I push her against the walls of the carriage. Maella whimpers hurt at my rejection. I don’t care.

I slam the carriage door behind me and I don’t pay her any mind anymore. She can weep, scream and whimper all she likes: I will not betray my family. I get on my horse and sigh deeply. I imagine Aegon will enjoy himself. He will enjoy having her. I would've enjoyed having her. But at what cost? I know what she wants. She wants to go home. She does not care if she has to fuck the man who killed her brother to do it.

And my brother does not care either. He will always be unworthy of the throne. He will always avoid duty, and sacrfice. He will always be the weakest of us two. And me? I will always be doomed to remain in his shadow, the shadow of a sun.

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The devil within

Aemond x oc (You pov writing style but she has a name.) And also Aegon x oc but later.

Concept: Criminal au MODERN SETTING

Warnings; mentions of fake drugs and real drugs. Violence non con and punishment. Guns and other violence and prostitution. (But not mc) spankings and criminals. If any of these offended you, if any of these worry you or make you feel bad, please put yourself first and turn away from this.

Concept explained: You are Aemond's prisoner after he claimed you as a debt by your father's criminal organisation.

Pairings: Aemond x oc and Aegon x the same oc

Word count: 4k

If you have a trouble with how dark aemond is in the show, I recommend you run now. You won't like this.

If you like dark aemond...

Welcome to hell

Aemond has a smirk on his thin lips. You aren't the only one who notices his dangerous smirk. His brother is side eying him when giving you a caculated glare."Be careful with her, brother. Make sure she stays out of trouble."

Like hell you will. You will find out more about your sister's time here. You will go to the end of this earth to find her and back. "Of course. She'll be a good girl. I just know she will." Aemond says, slowly tracing a hand down your ass. You slap it away, angry and shocked. Aemond grabs your arms and pins you against his brother's desk with your face and half your torso down on it. Your ass and legs are up in the air. He stands behind you in a dominate matter and chuckles.

The air leaves your body as you gasp. You hope that Aegon interrupts, but he only sits back. He walks to a globe close to his desk. You are surprised when he opens it. There are several bottles of acholic drinks in there.

"Will you take her back to the Scale?" Aegon asks, interested when taking a bottle of whiskey out. Aemond grins at him, shaking his head. You look around confused. What the fuck is the Scale?

You plan not to find out.

"You will release me this instant. If it is true that my father is our president now, the entire world will be looking for me." You eye Aegon as he is the one wearing the crown in this situation. Aegon sighs deeply before opening his bottle of whiskey and fills a small glass taking a shot.

Your attention is brought back to Aemond when he slowly touches your face, caressing it. "Hm. I quite like that idea. The whole world is searching everywhere for you, and you are here. On the desk. Pinned down by my hands."

Okay, you think. So you can't win over that idiot but there's one more idiot. "Aegon, surely you are wise enough-" You squeek as Aemond with one smooth movement pulls down your jeans, exposing your underwear. You glare at him. Aegon smirks amused.

You rise your foot, ready to stomp Aemond's nose in. "Aemond, what the fuck are you doing?" You ask your voice raspy and breathy with anger.

He chuckels and traces his fingers over the patern of your cherry pink knickers. "Oh, a simple rule goes around here." You Growl. He never even explained the rules to you. He is playing unfair. But that's okay. You can play that way, too.

Aegon watches you with interest as well. You are so thankful the old hightower fuck left you all a few minutes ago. So thankful. "We highly believe in hierarchy. You are my pet, which puts you about the same level as the crack girls." You gasp. There are multiple girls here who are just here for the drugs? You need to free them somehow.

Your ass is squeezed, and you let out a low groan. " They call me and my brother "Sir" or "Mr Targaryen." Calling us by our first name is terribly informal and just bad etiquette." He says as if it's simple. Like hell you will. You will not be degraded around and call them anything but swearwords.

You bat your eyes with a deadly glare and a fake smile. "Sir, get your damn hands off my ass before I break your fingers off." You warn Aemond. Slowly, he let go of your ass. His grip was tight, and you instantly miss his warm hands rubbing your ass....

Aegon chuckles in delight. "O, we do not like sass or being told what to do, and we especially do not like threats. I think it is best for everyone involved that you understand the rules here." There is a warning there.

You snap at their ridiculous rules.

"How the hell can I when no one ever told me the rules?" You blurt out, and you expect maybe an annoyed glare or a scoff. But not what happens. You never expected that.

Aemond's hands are back on your ass faster than you can imagine. Before you can protest he has smacked your ass. You were not prepared and cry out by his brute force. "Iek!"

He chuckles in your ear, pleased with your cries."Rule one: I am your owner, your boss, and your master. You are my little pet. My property." He smacks down again, and you whimper, trying to escape. He pins you down roughly. His pet? He is sick in his head. The other brother watches smirking as well.

Your attention is forced back to the kinslayer when he uses his fingers and slowly starts pulling down your knickers as well. Exposing your ass to him.

"Rule number two: You will not contact anyone or escape. If you do, I find the fuckers who helped you and will end their miserable lives." He warns and deals another smack. You try to keep from making any sound. He keeps smacking until you do cry out in pain.

"Rule number three: You will address me as Sir only. You can call Aegon Mr Targaryen or Sir. Even if we are not around, you will refer to us this way if you speak about us." What will they do if you won't? Use magic? He sees your scoff and smacks extra hard on your skin.

You will have trouble with all rules. You are a human being, and your father taught you to fight for your freedom and your rights. You'll never bow down to a man or anyone. Aemond happily keeps smacking you. "Rule 4 and the final rule: You will come to my office every morning, and I will tell you what I want you to do that day. You will be pleasant, cheerful, kind, and most importantly: obedient." He makes you sound like a Disney princess.

You are scared. You feel cornered.

"Go to hell. I am not your pet, you sicko!" That is a bad move. You know it you do not care.

Aemond smacks you two times extra for that and leans in close to your face. You are whimpering in fear and keep watching his hands.

"But you are, my little pet. Now, because of your little outburst, I am afraid you earned another spanking. Tell me, my little pet. Does it make your tummy tingle when your master smacks you?" You whine softly. He smirks.

"You sick fuck." Aegon comments when getting up from his chair. You watch as he walks away unpunished. He is not getting spanked.

That angers you. "W-what will happen to me?" You ask, scared of your fate. The killer toys with the elastic of your knickers. You feel it tighten and losen around your private parts. And you sadly also notice you got wet as well.

He hums in your ear, oblivious to what you even said. "I hope I made myself clear." He mutters when gently rubbing your sensitive behind. You hope he does not notice the wet spots.

You nod quickly. Best get it over with. You can't remember the first rule, but you didn't like it anyway, so, who cares? "Yes, you did." You fake submissiveness for him. You are like a weak little toy now, playing him.

He smirks when softly sucking on your neck. You back away, terrified. He touches your face.

"What are my four rules?" He asks, his eye burning into your own.

There are not enough curse words invented yet to describe your hatred for this man. "I will you go to your office every morning to hear how you want my help." You make it sound as if he needs you.

"Hm."

You remember rule two.

"And I am not allowed to escape or you will kill anyone who dares to help me." You say bluntly.

"Correct." He says pleased so far.

You remember the other rules as well. Admitting you are his property and his pet, and that you are to call him, Sir. "And I am...." Your pet. Your property. You refuse to say it.

He sighs.

"Do you need a reminder?" He asks gently. You nod shyly forcing a blush on your cheeks.

You nod.

"Yes please, it all went so fast. Its so much to process."You lie smoothly.

He smirks before bending you back on the desk and fully pulls down your knickers until they are on the ground. He slams you against the wooden desk and slams down on your ass. You cry out terrified. "No! No you sick fuck! No!"

You are spanked until you slowly feel your voice die out. You are hoarse of the yelling and can only squeek and whimper. "No....nhm..."

He uses pressure on your tortured ass. "Rule one: I am your master. You are my little pet." He smacks aggressively this time, making sure that his skull ring digs in your skin. You cry out tears stinging this time in your eyes.

"Rule two: You will not escape. Everyone who helps you will meet a horrible end." You are spanked once more. You grunt in pain.

You receive another one shortly after that. "Rule three: You will address me as Sir and Sir only. I do not take kindly to any funny nicknames you can make up."

You count. You are almost ready. One remaining. "Rule four: You will come into my office and ask me every day: How can I be of service, Sir? I will not tolerate anything else." You grit your teeth.

He smirks.

"And now, I added an extra rule. You will watch your annoying habit of cursing around me. I do not want to hear those crass words leave your mouth."

You nod weakly and in tears.

"Now; I laid out the rules perfectly clear for you, my pet. Let's see if you can show your master a bit of obedience and you might earn your pretty cherry knickers back." You are ready to claw his other eye out. Earn back your clothes?

He gestures for you to come over. You worry if its a trap. He sighs and rolls his good eye. "Yes, little pet. Come off the desk." You cover your private parts.

Again another eye roll and a deep sigh. "Do not cover yourself." Your nostrils move with anger and you march over to him. He takes in your private parts and you see him lick off his lips in appreciation.

"Mhm." He moans out loud. You feel your body react to that but cancel it out quickly. "On your knees." There is usually one reason for men to want that. And it ends with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

He grins warmly.

"Do not worry. I won't take out my cock. I just want to see that you can be trained." You do not trust him. But what choice do you have?

You kneel by his feet."Good girl. Yes. Right where you belong. By my feet." He grins and you need to fight the urge to hurt him.

He grins when slowly petting your hair."Now, to make sure I have your full obedience; you will recite your rules to me."

"I will call you Sir." You decide that it only gives him power if you make a big deal out of it. You continue. "I am your pet." You are not. You'll never will be. "And I am to come to your office every day to hear what your plans are with me. I will not cuss when you are present. I will call Mr Targaryen just that. Any escape attempt from me will result in certain death." You hope that was enough.

He still has your underwear in his hands and sighs clearly disappointed that he can't punish you once more. "Yes, my little pet. Good girl." He says, but it's drained of exciment and his usually mocking. You grin victorious.

Until he watches your cherry knickers in his hands and turns it over. You can see the wet spots from here so he can definitely notice it as well. "Here. Your soaked knickers." Fuck.

He grins pleased as you put them back on. You sigh and cross your arms. "Now, little pet. Follow me." You think he's forgetting something.

"Shouldn't I put my jeans back on?" You ask. Aemond stops in his track and nods.

"Yes. Do that." You put your jeans back on and sigh. "Where are we going?" You ask.

"It is time you met the other pets." He means the other cokegirls. The girls they bribe with coke for sexual favours. "I'm afraid I have some work to do and can't play with you yet. You have to be very good for me. Can you do that?" He asks. You definitely can not.

You beg him to treat you differently. "Please treat me as a human being. I have a name. I am named Darota, and you definitely know what happened to Dyana. Please tell me what you know."

"You can suck my dick and I won't tell you. Put on your jeans unless you like to experience a literal gangbang." He warns with a glare. You obey.

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You enter with Aemond what he calls the playroom. A guard with a gun smirks when he sees Aemond. 'Sir. We haven't seen you in quite a long time." His gaze goes to you.

"Who is this? A new pretty kitty to train?" The guards puts away his gun in his jacket and smirks at you taking you in. He watches the zipper of your jeans still open. You totally forgot that and quickly zip it.

The guard smirks. "O, I see how it is. Mr Targaryen showed you how it works here already, hm? Well, that's just one of our major players here. You'll see and feel many different cocks. Now pretty kitty, what is your preference? We got cocaine for you to dip your pretty nose in, we have a few joints laying around and you can also if you are into that try a new drug from Dorne. It's called the Last Night-' Aemond interrupts annoyed by this talk when you are speechless by his boldness.

He sounds possessive.

"She is not here for that. She is mine." He tells the guard. The young man smirks when wiggling his brows.

"I see. Quite the taste you have, Sir. She is a fine choice. Does she have a certain diet you want her to follow, Sir? We have the Itcher and GHB-" You know both very well. One is a drug from Dorne that makes you horny and another is often used as rape drug.

Aemond gets in the man's face.

"Yes. Make sure she stays within these walls, and make sure none of the guys touch her. Also, do not let her use any drugs. She is to be sober." He warns the man.

The guard sighs and scratches his head, thinking, and you can see the sweat on his forhead. "Mr Targaryen, sir. You know what happens here. This is not the right room to put a girl in and not have her be touched." He warns Aemond.

You do not like to room; but if Dyana was a cokegirl, if she was like Aemond says; The guys here and the girls here can have information about her. Valuable information. Without him realising so, he handed you the jackpot. Aemond opens the guards jacket and you watch as he takes the gun from the guard. The guard does nothing but stare in horror as Aemond dryly reloads and aims the gun at the man's head. "Are you questioning me?"

"I would never..." the man gulps.

"Now, sit my pet somewhere where she is comfortable. She is quite impressionable. If she misbehaves, feel free to call me, and I'll come over to smack her ass myself."

"Be a good girl for me." Your captor kisses your hairs.

"What the heck is this, sir?" You ask weakly.

He grins."You'll see yourself, little kitty." He spanks you before leaving you, going back to the Green silver elevators. The guard notices for you to get inside. "Miss, please enter. Your boyfriend will get aggressive if you won't." He warns.

You do not care for Aemonds anger. But the way he took that gun and waved it around....No, that's not a man fucking around. He is serious.

You enter the room and do not expect much but what you see is for your virgin mind and anyone with a sense of decency horrible.

Two man with guns guard a impressive amount of drugs. You watch as a criminal tosses them some cash before picking a bit of cocaine. He grabs one of the girls that eye you absolutely dead inside. He shoves a bit of coke under her nose and let her sniff It. He takes of his clothes and you hear her cries fill the room.

Two girls are fucking a guy. You never saw sex before and watch breathless as he slams himself inside the blonde haired girl. You flinch as he spanks her roughly. "Hey there, newbie. Go find your own guy. Dave is taken." The brown haired girl scowls at you.

You walk by. There are about 20 guys here but only two get fucked. The others are drinking, gambling, and touching girls they paid for. You feel uneasy and unsafe as you pass a big group of men clearly getting their attention.

One man even comes over. "You're not wearing a pretty uniform, little kitty. Wait until the big man hears about this." The big man?

"Uniform?" You ask confused.

He grins taking a sip.

"Aye. We want to see your pretty tits and your cunt. Put on one of the bras and the strings."

You will absolutely not. You do not even want to think about how many other girls worn those uniforms.

The guard escorting you speaks up trembling but he does try. The poor guy had a rough day. "This is Aemond Targaryen's girl. She is not to be touched." A few man back away from you by even hearing his name. You sigh.

The man stays however. He nods.

"Aemond claimed a kitty? Good for him. Now, are you here to make sure we all behave? Are going to snitch by your boy how we fuck and who we fuck?" You are confused.

Why would Aemond even care? Unless...There is something going on here."No, eh Mr. I am here only to...well sit and wait for him to finish working. Also he is not my boy." You say dryly.

"Hm, go do that." He leans in closer muttering in your ear. You smell achol on his breath. "Be smart, girl. Get yourself fucked. Aemond only wants virgins. If you aren't a virgin he will lose interest." Surely he can't be that shallow. Who is he, Dracula?

"Thank you for your advise but I like to save myself......" Your voice dies off as you spot a familair boy getting sucked off by a red haired screaming whore. There is cum between her breasts together with white powder that you assume is cocaine. The man groans and calls her a slut as you walk closer to him.

You wait for him to come. You see him squirt in her face. You casually cross your arms but you are boiling inside. "Dye?" You shout in his ear and you hope he gets a heart attack.

He freezes hearing your voice and quickly gets his cock away from the whore. The whore chuckles. "Darota! What are you doing here?" He is confused. Good. So are you.

The whore parts his legs and starts sucking him off. "I want that coke you promised me." She warns. Dye sighs before giving her a small bag with cocaine clearly not in the mood anymore.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Your father rules this land now. If they discover who you are-" You do not care about that.

You raise your hand and smack him so hardly across his face that you are sure that Aemond is jealous. There is a handprint on his face. You continue slapping his face three times. "How dare you?!"

"A fight! Fighting!" The girl shouts excited. A few girls as well as guys come over, eager to watch you beat the shit out of your boyfriend. Dye tries to grab your wrists to stop you. You are prepared and go limp. When he thinks you've calmed down, you claw at his face like a cat.

Dye spits out a teeth.

"She attacked me. The bitch. I do not want you anymore, you fucking freak. You are insane." He curses before pushing you on the ground and scratching your arm.

"Good." You manage to say before leaving him. You take off your ring and toss it as his feet. "Go bring this back to the little girl you stole it from. Bet she misses her barbies ring." You spit out.

A few men chuckle. You smirk. You walk to your guard who watches in horror. "Miss, that was a mistake. Please sit down and just be good. Please be good." He whispers to himself seeing as white as a sheet. "Please for the love of the gods..." He adds with a very soft whisper. You feel for that man.

The same whore that fucked that Dave guy walks by ready to collect her next client. You stop her before she can take the drugs. "Hey..Uhm..Miss?" You ask a bit awkward.

"Yes?" She turns around elegantly. You envy her delicious body and her curves. She has hips for days.

"I uh got a question." You confess clumsily. She chuckles intrigued.

She comes over.

"About what, little doe?"

You drop the bomb.

"Ehmm...About..I am looking for my sister. She was said to be....." How the hell do you even say that. An escort?

"A slut?" She guesses grinning brightly. You shake your head. That is not true. She was taken advantage of.

"No, a candycane?" You say remembering Aemond's vague description.

She smirks like a fox.

"Oh, you swim in high circles. Did Aemond told you that?" You nod a bit uncomfortable with her nakedness and the moans of other girls around you as they are fucked and touched.

Your voice is soft. "He did." You admit. "Dyana?" You say her name softly.

She thinks, smirking. "Hm. I will let you into a secret. I do know your sister."

"You do?" You ask. For months you've been living in uncertainty. Now you feel hope. Someone knows her. Someone talked with her.

But when you see the girl's cold eyes, that hope dies. "Unfortunately. I will only say that it ended badly for her, and you should not ask your boytoy or his brother about her."

"Aemond can go fuck himself, so can Aegon. Please tell me. I need to know." You beg her.

She opens her mouth to speak to you but suddenly drops her head in a submissive coy matter. She crawls back to her place and obediently waits there. "Sir. Have you come to spoil me?" She asks. There is one person they call Sir.

You slowly turn around. You laughs sheepishly. Aemond stands right behind you. He has crossed his arms and was clearly listening in on your conversation. He knows you are trying to get information. And he heard you say he can go fuck himself.

"Well, little pet. Didn't I told you to sit and be a good girl for me?" He asks. You are humiliated that so many hear him call you that. A few girls gasp and guys eye you curiously as to what makes you so special.

Dye smirks at you. He told Aemond. You groan. "Aemond, that guy would be my cheating scumbag boyfriend. I did what was right."

"You will call me Sir." He remarks coldly. "I have just finished my work. Time we play, little pet."

You scream as he throws you over his shoulders taking you with him.

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A/n

Sometimes I think: this is the most darkest shit I have ever written. And that moment ends up being defeated by a new moment almost every week.

Thanks for reading.