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DELICIOUSLY DARK! AEMOND X OC, SNOW FALLS (CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST.)

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Sexism, anti-feminism, murder, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, descriptions of executions, discriptions of cutting bodies into pieces, descriptions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, aemond having a breeding kink, non-con- dark!aemond and dub-con, powerabuse and fake-trials/showtrials.

You are surprised he is in the same room as you, reading some letters by the fireplace. You grab your robe from the ground. You put it on and walk to him. You softly lean in and kiss his right cheek. 'Goodmorrow, my husband. Did you sleep well?' You ask when sitting down in the other chair.

You open a letter with your house's sigil on it. You read the letters first words.

Dear Prince Aemond Targaryen, or Lord WyldeWoods of WyllowCrest, I regret to inform you-

The letter is ripped from your hands by Aemond. He glares at you. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'Reading my correspondence?' You say, a bit surprised by the rage in his voice. You are Lady WyldeWoods now. This is your duty. You already lost a few days process, and the banners must be prepared if war is afoot.

Your husband smiles mockingly. 'Your? The outside world doesn't know you exist, girl. Courtesy of your father.' Your father did what he thought best, and you both know it. You're sick of him pretending otherwise.

Ever since you slept with him, since you really found your voice and made love with him, you feel confident enough to take a stand against him. Despite what he did to you. 'Father wanted to keep me safe. I was quite ill when I was born.' You say.

Aemond's good eye rolls. 'I quite don't care how ill you were.' He grabs the letters. 'I'm your lord husband now, I'll take these out of your pretty lady hands. You shouldn't worry about upcoming wars,' He reaches out, and you flinch. He grins before petting your stomach. 'It's bad for our babe. Targaryen seed is very strong and dominant. You'll birth your first child soon. I hope for a son.' He speaks.

You even dont want to think about that. 'W-what if its a girl?' You wonder out loud.

He thinks before responding. 'Girls can be married off. Just make sure I do not end up without any son like my father did before he married my mother. I do not want any girls getting funny ideas about my legacy. Am I clear?' You scoff. What legacy? A Kinslayer? an abuser? You doubt anyone would want his legacy if it was handed for free.

'Am I clear, wife?' he grits out to you. You nod. 'As crystal.'

'Good girl.' You think back of last night. How he was pleasuring you and fucking you against the window and on the desk when calling you that and much more.

He takes you to your mother's big mirror and places you in front of him his arms around your neck. He can choke you with one movement. You are well aware. He opens your robe and touches your breasts before kissing your neck and rubbing your belly. You allow him to do so. You even like his hands touching your breasts and his arms wrapped around you. 'There isn't much to see yet.'

He leans in and whispers in your ear. 'But soon...You'll carry the next generation of an ancient line. You'll birth me beautiful sons and daughters with my Targaryen eyes and your black raven hair.' To proof his point he runs his fingers through your hair. You give a nod.

He becomes suspicious again. 'You don't seem very ecstatic about your future as mother and possible carrier of the Targaryen line.' You are not. Targaryens are known for insanity. You don't want your children to become like him. Or worse.

There is that scoffing laugh again. He grabs your chin. 'Don't you want to have my babies? Is that it?' He guesses wildly.

You shake your head trying to dismantle the danger. 'It's not you. Well, part is. But I told you before: There is so much I want to do. I'm scared of becoming a ghost when you force me to become a mother too soon. I'm scared of neglecting our children. The way you were neglected.'

He gawks. He thinks he hides himself very well behind those walls and his leather. But you know a lost soul when you see one .Gently you reach out and softly let the back of your hand touch his face. 'You think I didn't notice?' You ask with a soft voice. 'I am just like you-'

He rips your hands from his face and groans. 'Touch me again, and I'll take a few fingers. You know nothing about me, slut. You know nothing!' He shouts. You understand you crossed a line but so did he.

You raise your chin and stare him down. 'I'm not a slut. I am your wife. I do my duties you forced upon me from the day you met me. If you mind me so much, we can arrange a divorce.'

He chuckles at that and smiles. 'Perhaps I should just spank your disobeying ass red. Oh wait, you told me you'd like it if I got a little rough with you.' You feel ashamed and hurt he is using that against you.

'You win.' You say with a single tear escaping. Angrily you wipe it away.

Aemond leans in closer and you feel his cold hands grab your chin and squeeze a bit. 'But darling, we just started playing. I'm not done yet with punishing you for your little stunt.' He says and you feel the colour drain from your face and your blood turn cold.

You already were punished. Spanked, dragged, slapped and you even sucked him, fucked him, and there is the unspeakable tattoo now on your face. 'I...I shared the bed with you and I have a tattoo for you. What more could it be?' You wonder.

Aemond claps his hands delighted before grinning. 'My favourite kind of execution: Public.'

You are horrified. He is going to kill you. He is. 'B-but your babies! Our children!' You yell at him in despair.

His cold hands touches your face lovingly and he softly licks away some salt tears. You sob. 'I won't execute you, darling. Just whoever has the displeasure of offending my view today and some special guests. We as Lord and Lady of WyldeWoods should not accept crown traitors to roam our lands, Now, should we?' You are hissing like a cat at him. These lands are not his. They aren't his ancestor's either.

'They're not yours, you monster!' You shout at him before slashing at his face. You hit him on his nose.

You taste blood the next time you blink and an enraged Aemond has slapped you across your face. He stomps to the wardrobe and picks out a white dress with a fox fur coat. He throws it on the bed. 'We'll leave in a few moments. Don't be late, or there will be one dead person for every minute you make me wait!' He groans before strutting off.

-------- The nearest villagers are rounded up for trial. There is a little stage with two chairs made of velvet green black with orange and white. His house colours and yours. Aemond sits legs crossed proudly in the targaryen chair, and you sit in the WyldeWoods seat. You lay your hands in your lap and look at them.

Guards surround you, wearing green uniforms. They will do Aemonds biding. You know they will.

The first traitor is a beautiful woman. She is named Vasa and comes from Lys. Her crimes are stealing from the crown and seducing the guards on watch. Aemond doesn't ask for your input and starts the trail right away. 'You seduced my men? All of them?'

She lifts her head proudly. 'Yes, Kinslayer.'

You gasp by her insult next to Aemond. He shoots you a warning glare, and you quickly go back to minding your business. 'You must be really good, then. I'll make you a deal. I have a little troublemaker at home who loves getting cocks. I bet she loves everything shoved down her cunt, not just cocks. Why don't you try some things out on my wife, and I'll see if I can spare your life?' He offers and you are digusted and scared.

Your bannerman are here, villages gathered to watch and your servants are here too. You beg Aemond softly with your eyes but he ignores you. Aemond grins. 'Kiss my wife.' He says.

The woman comes over and gently kneels before you. Your mouth is grabbed gently. 'Obey him, you'll get in trouble.' She warns you before softly sucking your neck. Aemond looks on and you notice a few guards watching as well. You pull the woman on your lap and kiss her back. She opens her mouth and lets her tongue dip in your mouth.

Some of the crowd cheers when it happens most of them males but some females like it as well. The woman thanks you for saving her life before walking back confidently to Aemond.

He must be so pleased. 'I had a thought: I don't like sharing my toys.' He gets up and you are pushed back in your seat by a alarted guard.

Aemond takes his sword and slashes her head off with one clean slash. The head dryly tuds on the floor as you scream. Blood covers his face as he laughs before sitting down. 'Next!' He carelessly shouts before taking a sip of his wine.

A farmer is presented next. He has an argument with another farmer about a goat. Farmer Brownswood took the goat thinking he could get goats milk but the goat was barren. There was no milk for the man, but he paid for it either way. Farmer one got upset and tried to burn the house down of farmer 2.

Aemond turns to you. 'What do you think?' He asks. You are caught off guard and quickly stop pulling your nails. All eyes are on you: Aemond's eye, the farmers eyes, the guards and the other prisoners. You think many things but aren't sure Aemond would like hearing any of it.

Your parents didn't raise you like his parents raised him. They didn't taught you politics. They didn't taught you the law.'I-I am not sure my opinion is the best, husband. I am not like you, I have not been raised with knowledge of law and politics. You have.'

'I want to hear it,' He says. 'I promise I won't get mad or upset with you, little fox. Tell me.'

'I think they were both wrong. The man should not have lied about the Goat, but the other man should not have burned down his house. It feels all a little silly that two grown men are wasting our time with matters like this. A few nights in the brick might soften their attitude and restore their friendship.' You say.

It sounds horrible But it's better than the death he has in mind for them.

Aemond grins amused by your insults and your jabs. He leans in close and kisses your hand lovingly. 'A wonderful answer, my dear. You are learning quicker than I expected.' He says with a smirk full of pride and joy. You don't know what he is talking about.

He sinks in his chair. 'I quite agree with the punishment that Lady Willa has in mind. Let them gather their minds in the bricks.' The guards escort the two farmers away.

It's the first case that doesn't end in a murder and it is all thanks to you. You know it. Aemond kisses your mouth, and you kiss him back gently.

Another man shackled and beaten is brought before Aemond. Aemond raises a brow when the man refuses to look at him. Not out of fear, out of pure spite. He doesn't grant Aemond his respect. The guard notices and punches him in the gut. 'On your knees for our prince and his lady wife!' He yells at the poor man. He is around the age your father was. And that hurts.

'Please, good sir. Show my husband your respect and they won't hurt you.' You gently speak, your voice calm and soft. You assume he will at least consider it. But he only scoffs and spits at your feet.

'Do I look like a Dragonriding kinslayer to you, girl? You have him wrapped around your little fingers, but I am not that easy, whore.' Aemond tenses up next to you and you see him debating with himself wether to punish the man or to not give him attention.

He continues berating you and you feel worse and worse as most insults are the truth. 'Aren't you ashamed, girl? Spreading your legs for the same man that nailed your family to the gates of your home? We mourned our lost family and friends, who all served your house so willingly!' He growls. 'My own daughter was raped, when they found her, she had hanged herself in the kitchen. Where were you, Lady "WyldeWoods"?' You think back of that night. When Aemond dragged you to the Gods woods and forced you to marry him. After that he forced himself upon you.

'I was ...consumating my marriage with my husband.' You say gulping thinking back of that night.

'And screaming like a little whore, is what I heard.' You don't know what he is charged with but you understand his motive. It's revenge against Aemond for the death of his daughter. And he somehow thinks you are responsible. As if you didn't try to stop the rapers.

The man has said enough. 'He'll never really love you. You aren't family, after all. They're dragons and beasts.' You feel insulted. You raise from your chair.

Aemond whispers with one of his close guards. You only hear a strange foreign language. 'Prince Aemond is my husband and my protector. He is my lord and my friend. He married me for love, we are very happy - you try to convince him but also to yourself.

'You're a whore! I wish they killed you, instead of your family. You're a disgrace to our people and to the North. You should leave here. You don't belong here. You belong nowhere.' He says. You sit down ashamed.

Aemond laughs interrupting him. 'As funny as this is, you came here for a trial. We are your judges. You already insulted one of us, will you insult me next?' He asks careless.

'You are guilty of her death too!'

'And?' Aemond barks without missing a moment. 'I am a Targaryen. The word blood is in my House Words. I will take what is mine, I will do so, With Fire and with Blood.' You feel chills as he says that. 'This lady here is my wife, she tried to save your daughter, actually. She tried to stop the sacking in general, the little dumb lamb.' He sounds so carelessly. So numb to your feelings. You wish you didn't care too, but his words hurt. Of course, you tried to save the girls. But it was all in vein. They were raped anyway.

'So I dragged her ass to some stupid old tree, and after saying some empty vows, I took her upstairs where I sacked her myself. It was quite satisfying. She was never sacked before.' He chuckles as you blush and look at your shoes. You don't want to face the crowd.

'You're a beast, Aemond. Your sister will murder you.' The man says. You feel conflicted by those words. He is a beast. But you don't know if you'll like Rhaenyra murdering him.

There is a scoffing chuckle. Aemond leans back in his chair and sips his wine. 'She is welcome to try, the old hag. Let's see what she brings. Actually, I think I'll send her a message.' Aemond stands up from his chair and walks to the guard.

Without a warning, he turns and slashes the man open. You watch as the blood comes pouring out like he is a barrel with a hole in it. Aemond cleans his sword by licking it clean. 'Add the body to the pile. I want them all to be sent to my sister. Let her know what happens to her people now.'

He nods to the remaining prisoners and wields his sword. You realise he is about to excute them all. You helplessly turn to the guards in the green unfiorm. One notices you and comes over, gently pushing you down in your seat. 'You cried so loud, the night you were first fucked. Aemond bragged you were wet like a little baby seal. Don't give him an excuse to fuck you again.' He whispers before returning to his silent treatment.

You watch as your husband cuts off ears, takes eyes, chops off hands, and tears tongues with a knife. There is an unusual glimmer in his eye when he kills. You think it's part of his ancestry. You see the flames of Old valyria burning there despite neither of you ever set foot there. never. You grab his hand gently. 'Husband, please. 'Sit down, you showed your fire. You showed your power. Now is the time to show your compassion. Your gentle heart.'

He scoffs and frees himself from your grip.'I'm afraid I don't have a heart, dear wife.' You watch speechless.

He does not like to chop heads cleanly. He likes to slash people open and watch them bleed out. To watch the life fade from their eyes and to hear their bodies drop to the floor. It reminds you of how he probably killed your family, too. You still sit in the chair, wordless and frozen as he starts to put out an eye from a man who spied for the enemy and the tongue of a man who called his sister a whore.

The wooden podium is dripping with blood from all sides. You watch it drip down through cracks and finally it ends in a large puddle on the ground, mixed with body parts and other gruesome human souvenirs like fingers, tongues, cocks, finger parts and ears. He insisted on keeping the eyes. He plans to do something with that, he told you with a chuckle before handing you a freshly taken bloodied eye.

He grins madly when he takes the edge of the sword and licks it clean. You thought you knew who you had married. You have no idea. You eye the line of left to be judged and fear for their lives. They start to shout or beg or pray. They beg for mercy as they are brought forward. They clutch to Aemonds legs, beg him, promise their loyalty, and explain their reasons. You think he enjoys that more than killing. Having power over someone. You saw it when you two slept together last night and you see it again. A monster that must have his way no matter the cost.

Their stories are the same. Farmers and villagers were starving and did a few favours for the Blacks. They didn't have any choice. Those who insulted the royal family only did so because they were starving. They don't believe the royals care about their problems. They do not, of course. And they care even less about the peasants' lives.

They need three big carts for all the bodies. Bodyparts are sorted and collected in big brown bags that turn an icky red colour after a while. You feel sick and heartbroken. These people were under your protection. You didn't save them.

You turn to the prince. You are scared. Of course you are. But you need to stop him. 'Aemond, it's been enough. You have killed enough. Most of these people didn't support your sister because they wanted her to be on the throne. They supported her because they were starving, and she fed them. Surely you must see that.'

'I don't care what their excuses are. Treason is treason. You know that, don't you, little wife?' There is a warning there.

An old woman with a stick is brought forward. She walks slowly and if she is broken. A guard kicks her to hurry her up, but she falls down. You rush to her and help her up from the bloodied planks. She smiles gently at you before facing the prince.

'You stand before Aemond Targaryen, rightful Lord of the WyldeWoods, Prince of House Targaryen and loyal brother to his grace-' the old woman yawns loudly.

She points her stick at Aemond. 'All this ugly white-haired man wants to do is kill people. Let him have me. I won't whine and bitch like the men did before me. You won't get that satisfaction.' She says before raising her chin and staring him down. He scoffs before taking his bloodied sword again.

'Stop! Aemond; She is an old lady. She...' You try to take the sword from him. You cut yourself on accident. Blood drips down between your fingers. Aemond huffs before slashing in at the woman.He takes his time cutting her open slowly like a butcher would do with a pig he would stuff.

He eventually executes everyone who was on trial. Only the farmers escaped. The carts are piling out, and eventually, seven big carts ride out to Dragonstone. To show the Queen what was done to her people.

There is blood on your shoes. And on your hands. Aemond has been drinking and watches patiently as his men clean up the mess he created. Your hands tremble, and you clutch your necklace.

'Come here, wife.' Aemond barks at you like you're his pet. You rush to his side and loyally curtsy before him.

'Y-yes husband?' You ask, trying to stablize your voice. He is covered in blood. His armour has blood from the neck to his back and his green with gold cloak, which is now a red colour. He grins anyway.

'You're so beautiful when you are frightened. Your sigil is a fox, but you are more like a weak bunny. I can smell your fear from miles away.' He grabs your behind, and you squeak alarming a few guards, but none do anything to save you. He puts you on his lap. You feel like a trophy.

'The fox is more than an aggressor. It knows when to walk away and hide.' You try to defend your sigil. You have to.

His hands toy with the lace of your corsets. 'You sure love doing that, hm? Hiding from me?' He unlaces your front and patiently watches your neckline become bigger and show off more of your breasts.

His other hand, meanwhile, pets your legs and goes under your gown and eventually under your skirts. 'Aemond, we aren't alone.' You mutter as he starts to touch you inappropriately.

'I own them. They will let us fuck, trust me. They might even hold you down if I ask them to.' There is a warning in his eye when he lifts your chin. 'Do you need someone to hold you down?' He asks. You have pleased him enough for today. Yesterday was fun, but it hurt.

You know yourself. You know when you are tired.

'I'm still so sore from the last time we made love.' You gently try to reject his proposal, but he already gets that aggressive smirk on his lips. You try not to cry or to tremble. He will win if you do.

'Are you now? A little sore from my rough fucking?' He is mocking you. You still nod accepting that you've dug your grave so you will lie in it now. 'Hm. You don't know what sore is, little fox.' He spits out.

Tears form in your eyes and threaten to fall. 'Please, I've been so good.' You let out a little whimpering sound. 'I tried so hard to be a good wife to you, but you ask and demand so much of me. You want to have sex every night, and I can't keep up with your desires.' You confess. 'It's too much for me.'

He raises his brow scoffing. He has this mocking smirk on his lips. You don't feel like he takes you seriously. You grow angry every moment that that annoying smirk is in your sight.

Eventually, he sighs and mocks sympathy when, in reality, he mocks you and threatens you. 'You'll adjust yourself. Your body will learn to think of other things when you perform your duties. Your mind will learn it. Your body will yield the moment your mind has accepted that.' You don't want your mind to change. You don't want to accept it, and you don't accept.

He makes it sound like whatever awaits you is even worse than the pain you are facing now. That one day; you will be nothing but an object for him to make heirs with, to lay with, and to come in. That no happiness or joy will be left in your life. 'I don't want to yield. I want-' You don't know, but not this. You don't want this for the rest of your days.

They already call you a whore. He grabs your chin and applies a bit of pressure warning you. 'You can be a good sweet girl, walk with me and I'll fuck you on the bed like a good little slut-' your sobs interupt him. You whimper and wail.

'Or, I can strip you and fuck you here, in front of my guards, in front of everyone to see and in the cold and in the dirt.' He adds. You know he is serious. You know him too well.

You cry but accept that this is your life now. There is some dignity left to be saved. You won't let him take it from you. You will pretend to enjoy his attention, and you will keep strong so he won't take you on the execution spot.

'Take me home.' You whisper. He grins, pleased. He likes to hear your consent despite it being forced. He loves hearing you beg, and he loves winning and outsmarting you. He enjoys it.

'What was that?' He asks, but you know he can hear just fine.

'Please, husband, take me home. I'll be a good girl.' You finally say and even give him a soft kiss on his cheek.

'That's what I like to hear.' He forces you to get off his lap and holds your hand when standing. He stands, and you are once again reminded how tall he is. You are tall too, just not as much as him. He grins before leaning in and touches your chin lovingly, and leans in for a kiss. You close your eyes and let him.

But you are grabbed by your hips instead and slammed over his shoulders. You yelp again, but it's no use. He presses your head against his shoulders and warns you with a smack on your ass to be quiet.

He walks to his remaining soldiers with you as a killed animal over his shoulders. 'I'm taking the rest of the day off. My wife needs a good fucking.' He smacks your ass again and you whimper.

The captain laughs, but it seems a bit forced. 'Your wife seems a little scared, my Prince. I don't think she's in the mood at all.' He says gently, taking in your red eyes and your soft sniffs.

Another soldier appears, and you recognise him as the soldier that had that girl raped. That same soldier who wanted Aemond to fuck you as punishment. 'While you're at it, teach that whore that we as soldiers have certain privileges even little whores like her can't mess with.'

The captain grins at you. 'She is not a whore, she is the prince's lady. She will be treated with respect, soldier. Or else I will make sure you are taught some things about proper etiquette.' The soldier bites back insults and glares at you but leaves. You are the captain thankful for saving you.

Aemond simply raises a brow before leaning in the captains face. 'I'll decide how I handle her. If you had a brat for a wife, you would be strict for her too. She needs to know where the line is drawn.'

'She is your wife. You vowed to protect her.'

'I did, I vowed to protect her helpless little ass. Just not against me.'

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