#Aemond:[Verses]Fallen

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Aemond had been thrilled to fly to Harrenhal. He was certain the would be victorious there and would be able to tip the war in the favour of his family. But he had no idea that things would not turn out as he'd played things out in his head about a billion times.

How, he still couldn't quite figure out, but Vhagar was gone ... and he ... he'd fallen and seen his life flash before his eye. In fact, he didn't even remember how he'd gotten to the shore, exhausted and soaked through as he'd collapsed as soon as he'd crawled out of the water.

Now however, now he was on his knees, soaked of the bone, the sky above him dark grey as two armed guards held him there despite the fact they'd taken his weapons and his hands being tied. But even now, he kept his head high, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression almost bored as he waited for Daemon to get there.

Spotting a woman at a slight distance, his eye narrowed and he grinned a little. "Well well well, looks like the spectators are already gathering~" He mused. "What is it? Have you come to see my uncle take my head~?"

[storiesofthenight]

Aemond hadn’t expected visitors. Except maybe to drag him from the cell and finally take his head. It was the most logical thing to happen, wasn’t it? They hated him for the death of Lucerys, no matter if it had been intentional or not. It had been one of his biggest mistakes ever. He’d meant to scare the kid, but the young dragon had been scared and fired at Vhagar. She hadn’t accepted that and began the chase despite the attempts of Aemond to reel her back in and regain control. 

Then again, … this was war. And he supposed he had some value as a prisoner of war. So maybe they would intend to keep him alive long enough to use him as leverage against his brother? Though he doubted it would matter much if they had him or not. Vhagar was no longer a danger and the blacks had more dragons than they did so it was over, wasn’t it? The war was done, it was just a matter of details now, that much was clear. 

I see the others have not brought food to you.

The words cut through the solemn silence that Aemond had wrapped himself in in that cell, almost startling him. The voice was familiar. Visenya … Of course. He slowly opened his eye and looked at her slowly. “Eat?” He asked as he watched her, his eye narrowing to try and see her better. “And why would I? Do you maybe think me some kind of pet now? One that you can come and feed whenever you feel like it?” His voice was raw, he hadn’t really used it since he’d been put in the cell, knowing there was no point in it. These guards and knights would not release him, no matter what he’d promise them. They were after all on the blacks' side and were very clear on their feelings about him. 

Tilting his head a little, he slowly rose to his feet. “Does it make you feel powerful? Bringing me food like some saint to deliver me from my hunger?” Raising an eyebrow as he spoke and approached her, a sneer on his lips. Yes, of course he was hungry. But he had learned to distrust the blacks. And her words of the food not being poisoned did not reassure him one bit. That family had never been good to him. Not only had boys been a part of the bullying during his childhood, but they had cost him his eye and for what? Over him stealing a dragon. As if a dragon could even be stolen. And yes, he had spent more time with Visenya than with any of the other kids from Rhaenyra and he had even considered her a friend at the time, but years had passed since then. And he had changed, they had all changed. 

Shaking his head, he sighed deeply, his eye fixed on her face. “Look, I have no use for your sympathies. Your family wants me dead. So either you get your men and have them take my head, or leave me be. If you wait long enough, time will do the work for you.” If he was lucky, she would go for the faster option. It would give him a chance to fight back. And else, he hoped he would be left alone long enough for things to end. He had no desire to learn what his half-sister had in mind for him when she learned he had been taken captive. She’d been vocal enough about having him thoroughly questioned at the age of ten for merely mentioning the name Strong in relation to her sons. And while he did not wish to die, the prospect of a whole life in a cell was even worse.

The cell of the Fallen ...

“Send a raven to my mother… We hold Harrenhal…”

Standing in what looked that of a great hall…surrounded by darkened walls holding histories so old, she could only read of them in the annals in Dragonstone or the great tales of how her ancestor’s dragon had laid waste to this fortress.  “It seems we have returned to what you and Balerion had laid waste to, ancestor…” her words soft as she spoke before reaching for her sword.   The Civil War of her House was caused by those who desired power beyond what they deserved and the blood of her family, their allies and their dragons stained the lands. 

“The dragons are on the beach…”

The words caught her, allowing her to stop her movements leading out of the room; she turned slowly.  “How can they be alive?” She questioned as she had watched both Ceraxes and Vhager land in the water causing a column of water high enough to mock the largest ruined tower of Harrenhal.  “Have you found my father?” She inquired but no answer came even though she knew in her heart he was still alive and the one in the cells below was one she did not wish to kill or to capture but she knew it had to be done. 

“Keep looking for my father and take the others to help you.  I will speak to our @storiesofthenight prisoner.” 

Knowing that her men followed her orders, but it was her father and her mother that denied her uncle any food or much water.  Anger and pain controlled their emotions just as they had done with hers.  Hatred kept her blood warm after he had killed her brother; even when she had tried to save him, but Aemond followed his own anger and pain believing he was in the right, but his brother was nothing more than a usurper…. A traitor… 

…but she still added breads and fruit to a tray along with some wine to take to the man lying in the darkness…

The scent of mold and decay invaded her nostrils once the large door had been opened for her…her vision slowly becoming accustomed to the lack of light in the darkness of the ruined underbelly of the once in the great fortress.  Her black and red leather dragon riding out fit allowing the shadows to hide her even as the light of the torches danced upon her form.  Her amethyst hues find their target as she slowly moved forward seeing the man before her…knowing his mind was always thinking.

“I see the others have not brought food to you,” her voice soft but strong as she spoke knowing the others wanted him to die a slow death, but this one had been someone she had grown up with and even though she was a warrior for House Targaryen; she also had a kind heart.  “I am not here to poison you with the food I bring but you do need to eat.”  Standing before him, she lifted her head watching him, always watching him.  She had captured him and threw him where he sat now knowing she would face the brunt of his anger.

[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: ...aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

warnings: explicit language. aemond's kinda horny but mainly a lovesick dude. steamy makeout session towards the end??

notes: welcome back to another short episode of "aemond targaryen being a total fucking simp for his handmaid bc vic is too damn obsessed with this pairing."

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Aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

Through the doors comes your soft voice from the inside, feminine and melodious, absolutely beautiful to him. It’s muffled by the thick walls, but he can hear the verse you sing to yourself. I loved a maid as fair as summer, he chants along in his head, with sunlight in her hair...

He sneaks a peek inside the room. You sit on the settee, crossed at the knee like a highborn lady, with an eyepatch in one hand and a thread and needle in the other. Aemond recognizes that one eyepatch at first glance. The sight tugs at his heartstrings. It was a favorite of his, a rare gift from his father on his thirteenth nameday. Viserys had his name embroidered along the inside in pretty cursive.

Aemond One-Eye.

Viserys’s smile was as brilliant and big as the blue summer sea. My boy…three-and-ten. How you’ve grown so fast before my very eyes.  

But the eyepatch grew too small for him as the years passed, and he hid it away, never wishing to see it again. His father now was nothing more than a half-decaying corpse still sitting the throne in pure mulishness, who hadn’t muttered his second son’s name in two long years. He doesn’t know how you found it, nor does he feel any slight bit of bother.

“I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair,” you hum next, turning the eyepatch around to thread the loop. Your feet are bare, pretty hair tousled, and the servant’s robe does little to veil your blinding beauty. His gaze focuses on your face. Your lips look pink and plump- ripe for him to kiss and bite and swallow in all the endless kisses he yearns to give you, and your eyes twinkle as bright as the midday sunlight.

I love a maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

“I love a maiden as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair-”

He strolls into his bedchamber, striking you off guard, your singing breaking off abruptly. “My prince!” you exclaim, bolting up to slip your feet back into your shoes. “Oh, my sincerest apologies, my prince. I was told you would be gone for the better part of the day.” Amid your babbling, you drop the needle and thread onto the floor, “is there anything you need from me?”

He wanted to laugh.

“I had no notion that you had such a…lovely voice,” Aemond instead tells you, lacing his hands together behind his back. The compliment widens your eyes, and he hears how your breath hitches in your throat. You resemble a fairytale maiden, doe-eyed and flustered at the sight of her wooer. “I’m very sorry, my prince….”

“Do you sing a lot?”

You bite your lip, and it causes his cock to stir within his pants. No, no, stop that at once, he wishes to say aloud. Only I should be allowed to bite your luscious lips like that. All mine. “My mother sang to me as a little girl,” you admit, braving a faint smile up at him. “Sometimes, when I’m missing her, I sing. Perhaps it sounds a bit silly…but it makes me feel as if she is in the room with me.”

Aemond hums, nodding his head. He then looks down at the eyepatch within your hands, raising an eyebrow. “Pray tell where you found my old eyepatch. I swore I hid it well all those years ago…” and he hopes you catch the thin amusement in his tone.

“Oh…” you fall silent, unsure what to say next. “I was tidying up your desk and bookcase, my prince…I opened a drawer, I believe it was the second to last one to the left of the desk, and I found it there….” you glance at the eyepatch, running a finger over the black cloth patch, “-I thought, perhaps, it would be a nice surprise if I extended the straps so that you could wear it once again. It is very pretty!”

You hold it out for him to take. “Would you like to try it on? Just for me to check if I need to loosen it up some more.”

Aemond stiffens. “Perhaps later,” he says, a bit sullenly. “I do not like to take off my patch when others are still around. I’ve found that my missing eye is quite the…dreadful sight to many.” He clenches his jaw so tight he wonders if his teeth might shatter. But you just shake your head.

“My prince, believe me when I say that no such thing would ever terrify me.” Aemond could hear his brother snigger in the back of his mind, and he shifted uneasily. “I’m your handmaid. Please trust every word I tell you.” He remembers the cool night under the stars when he claimed Vhagar for himself, gazing out into the darkened sand dunes where she slept. Your smile is the warmth he needed.

He tilts his head, searching for any sign of deceit amongst your features. Gods, but you’re too damn beautiful for your own good, he thinks as he sighs and slides the patch from off his face.

Do not dare mock me…flinch…or run away…

But you just stare up at him, studying the dark sapphire he’s stuffed inside his missing socket. The skin stretched around it is rather uneven and tender and pinkish, and his healed scar cuts through his eyebrow. “May I, my prince?” you ask. He nods, and you gently trace the scar with your fingertip, up and down. Your touch is soft, and delicate, sending a shiver up his spine.

“You did not deserve this, believe me when I say that,” you whisper, and he feels your hot breath, “—you were just a boy….”

Gods be good, no one has ever told Aemond those words before. He does not know what to say, remaining silent and still.

Then, without warning, you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, your eyes shutting as your soft lips press against his skin.  

I love a maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

“You are still handsome and strong and worthy, my prince,” you mumble, stroking his cheek, a smile flickering across your pink…plump…luscious lips and Aemond…

…Aemond pulls you flush against his chest, swathing an arm tight around your waist as the other tangles his fingers through your hair, his mouth slamming down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss that leaves your knees buckling beneath you. Kiss her. Take her. Make her yours. Your arms fly up to his neck as you sink into his grasp.

“She is yours. Your handmaid. Everything she does next is at your own will and mercy…but do treat her well, Aemond…it is through kindheartedness that you receive devotion.”

And he lays a kiss on your lips, and another, and another…and with them all, Aemond swears himself a man obsessed and blinded by love. He knows he will not survive this miserable, torturous life without you by his side. You, his precious handmaid- his maiden as beautiful as all the seasons.

By the time he lets you go, you’re breathless and dizzy and as giddy as a young girl. He gives you only a few more seconds before he kisses you again, flinging you onto his bed. “My prince…!” you cry out, bouncing as he begins to chuckle, swallowing the rest of your words in his mouth. “Oh, this is improper,” you gasp, toes curling as he pulls at your bottom lip, “it’s so….gods, it’s so wrong…I need to…I need…”

“Shhh,” he answers, kissing your nose and chin, and temple before your lips again. “You don’t leave this room unless I dismiss you, remember?”

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[esta-elavaris]

I won't list all of my stuff here - just the things that I think are worth shouting about. Organising it all via fandom, with some little sub-categories within those because some of them *cough*James/Theodora*cough* have decided to become ungovernable.

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Catch the Wind-verse:

Catch the Wind - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: Complete. [400k+ words] AO3 The behemoth that started the absolute sickness in me, and probably where you should start if you want any of the rest of my Norrington stuff to make total sense to you.

When it was completed, I also did a read-through on here talking about some behind-the-scenes type stuff. The tag is here, but it's obviously reverse-chronological order so spoilers abound! I plan on doing this for other fics when they're complete!

Sainted by the Storm - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress, updated sporadically. AO3 The home for any random snippets of this pairing that I write - there are a few AU chapters here and there, mostly it's flufftober fills, or pieces not long enough to warrant their own story. Wicked Game - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress. AO3 Semi-sequel to CTW, just a very small smutty series set after the events of the main story. Red Thread of Fate - Theodore Groves/Pirate!OC Status: In progress. AO3 Vague companion piece to CTW, taking place in the background of that story, and then branching into the timespan that follows it - with appearances made by Norrington and the OC I write for him.

Catch the Wind AUs

Fallen Through Time - James Norrington/Modern!OC Status: In progress, on a break. AO3 -- Tumblr An AU of Catch the Wind, exploring what might've happened had Elizabeth Swann been the one to find Theodora when she fell into the world of POTC.

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Here, Where Fire Grows - Boromir/Modern!Amnesiac!OC Status: In progress AO3 Writing Catch the Wind didn't get the "modern girl falls for fictional dead man" trope out of my brain, so I had to inflict another on Boromir - but this time with an amnesiac twist, just for some added fun. Other mini-stories for these two written during flufftober can be found here.

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About a Girl Captain Hook [Peter Pan 2003]/OC AO3 Hook sets out to manipulate a former member of The Lost Boys in order to gain the upper hand against Peter Pan…and learns the hard way that it's best not to underestimate one's opponent. Manipulations, trust issues, lots of "falling for you would be the worst possible idea so I won't do that haha...unless 👀" on both sides.

Obscure, Plain, and Little Aemond Targaryen/OC AO3 A Jane Eyre-inspired fic -- probably won't follow the events of the show/book.

Absolution Dracula [Van Helsing 2004]/OC AO3 Set in the modern day, lots of cliché favourites with (hopefully) some added twists to spice things up a bit! Free Cullen Rutherford/F!Inquisitor AO3 Modern!Royalty!AU which will eventually follow the events of the game.

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[writingsofwesteros]

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Canon-verse Nora-

Despite their differences, Nora still seeks comfort from Alicent in the midst of the war. Nora didn't realise she found herself in her mother's chamber, until Alicent's voice spoke quietly. "Daenora?" Her mother pulled her inside and shut the door. "What is it? Has something happened?" She asked her, as the two sat down. In truth, Nora was exhausted. She never let it show how much it took out of her to keep Aegon and Aemond reined in, to make sure they remained alongside rather than against each other, to comfort Hel, to make try and do all she could to make sure they remained in a position of power in the war. Alicent sighed- of course she recognised the exhaustion on her daughter's features, she'd seen them on herself for so long. So she guided Nora to lie down, head of silver hair on her lap, as her mother stroked her hair, gently scratching her scalp. "You...you have done your house and your family a great service," Her mother said quietly. "You have done what I could not, though at the time I did not see it. And...though your methods differ to mine, your results cannot be denied." Alicent's hand slid down to stroke her cheek. "I can never afford to make a mistake," Nora said tiredly. "Because-" "You are a woman." Alicent finished. "You must work earn your seat at the table however you can, and when you are there you must work twice as hard, and never misstep, even when the men of the council do constantly." Nora nodded, and Alicent looked down at her. Her beautiful, brave girl. She had once thought that Nora was just another spoilt, entitled Targaryen, much like Rhaenyra, but she had been quickly proven wrong. Her daughter possessed a mind of political cunning and strategy she could have only gotten from Otto Hightower, but she held a fire that kept her brothers in line. She had seen her daughter in actions, and deep down a part of her understood why she was so revered by her brothers. Alicent shuddered to think of how quickly their family might have fallen apart since Viserys's death, since the war, without Nora.

Her daughter took care of everyone, including her, sometimes- Alicent understood how draining it was. "My girl," Alicent murmured, looking down at Nora's regal features. "My beautiful girl." Her fingers danced over her cheeks, her aquiline nose, her rosy lips.

Her children, no matter how flawed, were such beautiful, angelic beings. And ever since she allowed herself to let go of the Rhaenyra of her girlhood, and give her heart to her family's cause, no matter how bloody, she saw it.

IM SOBBING !

Nora did not realise she had fallen asleep on her mother's lap; the soft words and touches coming her way. She just felt like a little girl once again on the limited time her mother had to comfort her children.

Alicent continued to watch over her as the evening continued; stroking her hair. It was in that moment the Dowager Queen allowed for the page of the book she once shared with Rhaenyra to burn away completely.

An awkward moment arose when Criston stepped into the room to see such a sight and Alicent whispered for him to leave; her cheeks flushing and her heart skipping a beat for a moment.

[anjelicawrites]

For the prompt thing, "Take a bath with me." With aemomd in the poly and osferths away so it’s just him and reader :)

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x reader (set in the polycule 'verse) Warnings: fluff, kissing and handjob.

NSFW and 18+ only, please

Aemond emerges from his home office early in the afternoon, while you are still following an on-line training. Following is, perhaps, too big of a word, you've kept your webcam off and the audio to a minimum, in order to mark the handful of homework you have to give back to your students tomorrow. You are well aware of how naughty you are being, in truth this training is pointless, could have been an handful of Power Point slides for all that mattered and you don't have time to waste! On silent feet, Aemond walks to you and kisses your temple, mouthing how long this is going to take, to which you answer that's not going to be too awful long and he gives you the thumbs up, before serving himself with a cup of coffee.

Once you are done, you join him outside, where he is reading a thick tome by a philosopher you don't recognize; he smiles when he looks at you, his hand beckoning you to sit on his lap. You both miss Osferth. As much as you all are your own people and have not fallen into toxic codependency, it's better when it's the three of you together, under the same roof. Gently you curl yourself against Aemond, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, simply relishing in the feeling of his frame surrounding yours.

It could have been hours or mere minutes, when Aemond gently scratches your back and you open your eyes.

"Take a bath with me" he asks with a soft voice "Yeah. I very much like this idea".

Summer is not in full bloom, yet, but there's humidity already, even in your neck of the woods. Aemond lifts and carries you bridal style while you laugh and curl your arms around his neck; he's so strong, deceptively so, his muscles wiry with an hidden power you love seeing.

Unhurried, you two undress each other, his fingers trailing down your rib cage until you squeal, your lips sucking gently on his nipples, his breathy moans drowned by the running water. You sit in the tub and admire Aemond while he pins his long hair up in a simple hairdo, to save them from getting wet; he's so breath taking beautiful, eerie and precise in the control he has of his body, each movement elegant, almost regal, even when he has to remove the sapphire prosthetic. You make grabby hands at him when he turns around, making him laugh as he sits between your splayed legs.

You two are not overly chatty people, often times preferring to just exist together, enjoying the shared silence. That's what you two are doing now, just feeling each other's presence, the perfect temperature of the water and the good smelling salts dissolved there.

When Aemond is absolutely relaxed in your arms, you start peppering kisses on his long neck, while one hand travels to his navel, to gently bring his erection to full mast. He moans, back arching when your strokes don't get any faster, your rhythm gentle and unhurried, until he relaxes again, goosebumps blossoming on his perfect skin. Your other hand on his chin turns his head, so you can kiss him, exploring his mouth, playing with his tongue in the filthiest of ways you can think of, his moans muffled against your hungry lips. You swallow his screams when he comes, back arching, full body shudders coursing through his body, until he's resting against you, trying to catch his breath while his brain rewires itself.

Later you two are back outside, Aemond with his thick book to study, you lying on a deck-chair, one of the cats purring on your tummy and the newest book by one of your favorite authors in your hands. You two are waiting for Osferth's evening call; you two can't wait to see your lover again.

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[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

It’s always a relief to see other people sending asks about your stories, bc when I catch myself thinking of them during the week, I’m like “girl, get a hold of yourself”. I’m just very happy to see that I’m not the only one constantly thinking about it. It makes me happy in a “yay! I’m normal!” And also in a “yay! Maggie is so amazing that she’s getting the praise that she deserves!”.

Speaking of… I was listening to 1D the other day and Through the Dark was playing and I NEED to know which verse was Aemond singing 😮‍💨

Awwww, bestie!!!!! 😍😍 When I am writing a fic I absolutely think about it all the time and zone out during real-life tasks, it is a problem, so I apologize for afflicting you similarly BUT ALSO it makes me so happy that you have fallen in love with the deranged Comet fam! I can't believe there are only 3 chapters left!!! 🥰

I have nothing more to say about Through The Dark at this time 👀

[imagineitdearies-old]

Well, it took a PTA day at a coffee shop to actually focus, but I finally finished another update!

Peace: Chapter 2 of the things we lost (part 2 of D&S verse)

Relationships: Rhaenyra Targaryen/Alicent Hightower, background Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Current tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Misunderstandings, Past Rape/Non-con(of Alicent), Hurt/Comfort, Alpha Rhaenyra Targaryen, Omega Alicent Hightower

Summary: Alicent pulled back from the kiss in shock, realizing what she’d just done. Of how far she’d fallen, no longer in the name of protecting her son now—only for the chance to steal a bite of that forbidden fruit.

She’d been wrong about its taste, though. It wasn’t sweet against her tongue.

It burned.

Or: what Alicent and Rhaenyra were up to during the events of Duty & Sacrifice

[embvrzaldrizes]

in shaera's main verse she and aemond had gotten on fairly well as children. their friendship was derailed after the events in driftmark. although shaera attempted to reach out to him several times, she never received a response.

for the record: shaera was not present the night aemond lost his eye. she'd fallen ill with a cold shortly after laena's funeral ended and was subsequently made to go straight to bed.

she could only assume aemond wanted nothing to do with her due to what had transpired that night. unbeknownst to her (and aemond), her letters were intercepted by otto and burned.

[avonne-writes]

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[storiesofthenight]

Verse: Fallen; Aemond was taken prisoner after failing to take Harrenhal. Open to: anyone in team black.

Time was a blur when you spend it in a cell. Aemond had come to that conclusion in the last … well, he really had no idea how many days it had been actually. He sat on the floor, staring at the stone walls around him, or he slept. During his waking hours, he found himselfwondering just how long they’d keep him there before bringing him out to face death. Because he had no illusions about this. The moment he had crawled himself out of the lake, Aemond had known things were going to turn sour for him.

Somehow he’d hoped his own men would find him, they’d take him to safety and they would try again la- … No, they couldn’t try again later. Vhagar … He’d looked back at the lake, knowing his dragon was down there somewhere, under the surface of the lake that seemed so deceptively motionless. It had swallowed her up and it was a small miracle that he hadn’t been dragged along. But then again, he had fought so hard that his muscles and lungs had burned with the need of oxygen before he’d finally reached the shore.

Now, stuck in this cell, he knew it’d been foolish to think his own men would be the first upon him. Of course with his luck it’d been the enemy, the blacks. What had surprised him was that instead of simply executing him right there and then, he’d been taken back and put into a cell to wait for judgement. Judgement … as if it could be anything but death for someone like him? After all, they looked at him and saw nothing but a traitor, a kinslayer, … a monster.

Sighing, he closed his eye, and pulled his knees up against his chest. One thing he knew for sure ... when they came for him, he wasn't going to go down easily. He did not intend to simply kneel or roll over or whatever they wanted of him. He would fight, he would take as many with him as he could. And yes, they'd taken his sword and he was weakened by lack of moving around and eating properly, but he didn't care. He would give them hell, even if just for killing Vhagar ... a pain he still couldn't quite allow himself to linger on, not while he was there at least, in the hands of the enemy.

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And Again

~HOTD revenge verse~

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Helaena let out a groan as she hit the ground, she coughed as the breath was pushed from her lungs, staying were she laid on the ground waiting until she could breath properly.

“Again,” she said, pushing herself up from the ground and grabbed the practice sword that had fallen from her grasp moments before. Helaena stood and dusted herself off with her free hand before looking towards Aemond, “I want to go again.” She tightened her grip on the sword.

Helaena was in training clothes, pants and a shirt with boots, her hair braided and tied back out of her face. She had finally convinced Aemond to train her in combat. After what had happened to their son, Helaena changed, she no longer wanted to take a back seat in the war her family were fighting. No, she wanted to fight and she wanted to get revenge for her sweet boy. She had approached Aemond a few times about training her to fight and he had refused until she said she would go to Coke to train if he didn’t help her. Of course she would not have done so, but it convinced Aemond to train her.

Alicent of course was not happy with such an arrangement and that made Helaena want to learn to fight all the more. She worked hard and practiced several times a day, most of the time having to be told to or made to take a break.

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There were many things that Aemond Targaryen knew could happen when he attacked Harrenhal. For one, he was aware that Helaena had seen him to die there. What he did not expect however was to lose Vhagar and be captured by the enemy. Taken back to Dragonstone by Daemon, he awaits to see what will be decided.

Mutuals, feel free to consider this a starter call.

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Of course Helaena would be treated well. Aemond had expected so. After all, his sister was different in the sense that she had always stayed out of the conflict. She had been present at times, but had never been an active part of it. Not like Aegon had, not like he had. He’d hoped she would at least be treated kindly, but had been afraid of it. Worried she would be considered guilty by association. The mere fact of him being her younger brother being enough to make them hate her too. But it seemed that he had been wrong in his fear, and it was a small comfort. 

When she mentioned his eye, he swallowed and resisted the urge to turn his face away, to hide the view from her. It had slipped his mind, simply because it was the new normal for him. The eye-patch had been lost in the God’s Eye as he’d struggled to get to the shore. The sapphire was another matter, it’d been taken from him shortly after his arrival. 

A gift for the Queen, an eye for an eye. 

The words had left a bad taste in his mouth, but he had ignored the discomfort of the gem being pulled from where once his eye had been and had held his head up high. Now however, he found it harder to do so. Oh he felt miserable. The imprisonment was quite literally killing him, and by now, he was waiting if either the small council would finally decide it time to take his head, or if he would die lost and forgotten in the dungeons after who knew how much time?

Letting out a soft sigh at the touch to his cheek, he found himself at a loss for words. It felt like ages since the last gentle touch, in fact he realised he could not even remember it. “I am fine.” He whispered, almost on instinct when Helaena mentioned that he had been hurt. It was stupid to try and deny it. The evidence was there, he knew it, which made him glad when she instead spoke up and mentioned that she’d brought some things with her. Though Rhaenyra allowing his sister to bring him something made him feel a little sick again. 

Helaena had always been the purest of them, the kindest and most loved. The idea that anyone felt they had the right to give or deny her permission to do something was something that bothered him. But things were different. Aegon was no longer King, … Rhaenyra had taken over and he had failed his family by not being there when the city had been taken. 

Flinching a little at the sound of the door being locked again, Aemond had not expected Helaena to approach him so quickly, almost instinctively stepping back at first. Having to mentally remind himself that this was his sister, she would never harm him intentionally. 

Aemond closed his eye when Heleana embraced him, his posture stiff, as he tried his best not to fall apart where he stood. If he let it, he knew there would be no stopping the tears, that were already gathering in his eye, as he’d cling to her as if he were once again that little kid that had just been bullied and felt like he would never fit in.

helaena had expected her brother's treatment to have been unworthy of him. that they would have treated him horribly due to the usurpation, the murder of lucerys and many other terrible things done during the war. but still she was not prepared to see the curled up form on the ground, that was her brother. never had she seen him so small. and when he finally rose, it only made his mistreatment all the more evident. how thin he'd gotten, how dirty and unkempt. — aemond always cared to look the perfect prince.

she couldn't keep her eyes from tearing up upon noticing his expression when seeing her. as if he'd doubted his sanity for a moment and questioned whether she was real. and the closer he got, the worse the reality of it and she quickly lifted a hand to ensure no tears had fallen before stepping closer. she needed to be as strong fro him as he'd been for her, many times before.

"no. no— our sist— queen. her grace has treated me well." she had never gotten used to calling aegon by his grace, nor had he cared when it came to her. it would take some time for her to adjust for rhaenyra as well and she especially took care when she was allowed the privilege of visiting her brother in the dungeon. "your eye..." helaena couldn't help but whisper upon seeing his lack of eyepatch.

stepping forward, she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek to caress it. "but they've hurt you..." being closer she could better see the bruising and blood that covered him. how thin he had become. letting out a shaky breath, her gaze fell to the basket in her hand. "i brought some things for you— her grace was kind enough to allow it." she said and offered him a small smile. glancing over to the lord confessor that had unlocked the cell, helaena entered the room and quickly placed the basket on the ground; uncaring for the sound of the door being locked behind her. instead her eyes turned to aemond and she hurried towards him with the intend to hug him— something which she hadn't done for years —but hesitated, unsure of his injuries. eventually she reached out and carefully embraced him, allowing her hands to tentatively touch him as she often herself preferred, so that he may decide.