#aegon x amara x aemond

[scaly-freaks]

Chapter 15 really could have gone a whole other way.

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen

Chapter 12: Death's Sting

☾⋆⁺₊✧ dark elf!Aemond Targaryen x f!human!reader series. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series masterlist. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2.8k ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series warnings: 18+ depictions of violence/gore, eventual smut, warfare, sickness/disease, some moments of misogyny, and mentions of alcohol consumption. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ Mercy is a luxury afforded to few. Death, however, seizes all.

Numb.

All you felt was numb.

The only other feeling you had experienced was the physical pain of tear stains on your face. They cut deeper than any other wound you had gotten in your life. The salt had worn your skin down to its last layer with a red blotchy mess being left behind. You cried until you could not anymore. Settled deep in your room, you had secluded yourself in that space for an indeterminable amount of time. It may have been days or a week. Amara, Liriel, Helaena, Aegon, and Daeron would rotate in delivering your meals. Each time they tried to speak to you and each time you would give them nothing but silence. Each time they delivered a meal, they would come back to a nearly full plate.

"Daeron, what has happened?"

Your throat too suffered from pain. Screaming, you could remember screaming and shouting in anguish. A pile of broken glass was laid on the floor by wine stains on the wall. You had thrown a glass carafe at the wall in anger when you were dragged back to your room, kicking at the guards. At that moment, there had been nothing but anger. At yourself or something else – that was entirely unknown.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Only one thing played through your head; that dreaded morning outside the sickhall. The memory played on repeat in your head, mocking and torturing.

Daeron tried to hold you back and away, but you could still see over his shoulder. Two healers held a stretcher between them.

You could still feel your heart dropping at that moment – ever present and near.

There was a white sheet placed on the stretcher and you could see a figure under it.

"What... who is that?" The question did not need to be asked. You knew the answer, but could not even think it so much as vocalize it. Daeron pulled you towards his chest and held the back of your head with one hand and your back with his other in an attempt to cover your eyes.

It was surprising, how quickly an individual could mean to another in such a short period. Even more so, how quickly one could leave.

An arm had slipped out from under the sheet. It was limp and the small little hand bounced gently with the movement of the stretcher. You recognized that hand from the number of times you clasped it in yours as you would take their vitals.

Denial had hit you first then. You could not remember the number of times you muttered the word 'no' as your grip on Daeron tightened and your legs threatened to give out. You had clung to him with desperation.

You could not look away from that tiny stretcher. You could not look away from the last part of Lyra you would ever get to see.

A seizure in the night was the explanation Daeron had given you just hours after her body was carried out. He told you after you had stopped screaming and sobbing. You could remember his eyes as they scanned your room that was upturned in your anger. Lyra's infection was not near late stage, but that did not matter. None of it mattered.

"But we just... we just found a way to stall it..."

You remembered how horse your voice had been, yet you refused all offers of water. If anything had entered your stomach then, it would have come right back up. Since then, you had sat on the cool stone of your floor surrounded by pillows and blankets. Your view was through the window and out at the garden. Hours would be spent watching the fireflies dance as you clutched the small doll in your hands. You would stroke the hair as if in a trance.

The sound of a creaking door did not register in your mind. The figure of Daeron appeared in your peripheral as he crouched down in your line of sight. He held a silver plate in his hand with various meats, cheeses, and breads.

He set it down in front of you and spoke, "You have to eat."

You slowly looked down at the food before raising your head to meet his eyes. There was no verbal response given and you shook your head. Daeron sighed and sat down. He crossed his legs and you found your view slightly obstructed which forced you to focus on the conversation.

"Why don't we eat together? I'm starving," His tone was encouraging but gentle. Daeron reached down and grabbed a piece of cured meat to eat. As you watched him eat, you became intensely aware of the pain in your stomach. It no longer rumbled, but instead sent sharp pains through your abdomen.

With shaking hands, you reached out for a piece of bread. You brought it up to your mouth and took a small hesitant piece. There was no taste, but you knew it was not the baking that was the issue; rather your broken body was unable to process much. You swallowed it down and made a move to eat another chunk.

It took longer than it should have, but over the next hour, you slowly ate the food on the plate with Daeron's silent encouragement. Despite your stomach calling for more food, you stopped because of the nauseous feeling overcoming your body. Daeron handed you a cup of water, but you only clutched it in your hands.

A knock sounded on the door and Daeron got up from his spot on the ground. He left your vision and walked behind you to open the door. You could hear his steps on the stone and the creaking of wood.

"Oh," Daeron's voice was surprised, "I don't think now is time for whatever you had planned."

Whoever it was decided to ignore him and walked into the room. They came up from behind you and threw down a bag beside your form. You looked at the leather travel back and then up to the figure that dropped it.

Aemond stood tall, his one eye trained on you. There was a determination that swirled in those orbs along with something indecipherable. You were confused as to why he had come to visit so long into your grief or even visit at all.

"You have an hour to pack," Aemond informed.

You focused your gaze back on the bag. There was no course of action for what he told you. Confusion turned to fear. Was he getting rid of you now? He likely thought you were no longer valuable due to your incapacity. A few days prior in your comatose state, Daeron informed you that the potions had managed to stop the taint from progressing.

You assumed that the deal to keep you here was somewhat fulfilled. You had a year to come up with a solution. While not entirely a fix, the potion could be used on people just after infection, thus stopping it before it progresses. The current patients would be stuck to suffer, but at the very least any future ones could be helped. The swaths of damaged land would also never recover, but it can now be halted from taking over the earth. You believed that Aemond saw no point in you staying, especially if you were not contributing and lay derelict in your room.

However, Aemond's explanation did not match that sentiment, "You wished to visit Lake Rosemange because of your father? Well, we are going." You had no idea how he found out about Lake Rosemagne, but it was likely another instance of Daeron informing him. He had the habit of spilling knowledge to others because he thought it could lead to something good. It equally frustrated you and warmed your heart that he cared.

Daeron approached you two and stood by his brother, "Aemond now is not the time to remind her of that–"

"Now is the appropriate time. Rotting away in this room is proving of no use." Aemond dismissed his brother. His voice was clouded with self-superiority as if his plan was the better option to letting you rot away here.

"She needs to rest and regain her energy." Daeron tried to reason. The longer you thought about it, the more it started to make sense. Being in this room – this castle – was doing you no good. You had to get out, if only for a little while. The potions were given to patients and now you had time to take a break, revitalize your brain, and get back to research with a fresh breath.

The two brothers began to bicker. It would have made you laugh if you were in brighter spirits.

"No" Your voice was raw after its long period of no use and it took a few attempts to get the word out loud enough for the two elves to notice you, "I–I think it could be good."

Daeron crouched down and rested his hand on your knee, "Don't feel like you are being forced into anything,"

You reached out and clasped his hand in your own, "Daeron, this could be good for me."

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Aemond as he watched you both with a calculating gaze. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Then if you're sure, let's get you packed," Daeron spoke.

Aemoned hummed in a pleased tone, "Good. It is three days of travel one way. Pack enough and pack light. I will be waiting at the stables." He wasted no time before walking down the three steps to your living space, across the room, and out the door. It was then that you realized the implication of his words. He said that he would be waiting. Was Aemond going on this trip with you?

"Did... did your brother just say he will be waiting?" You questioned Daeron as he helped you stand up.

Daeron reached down and grabbed the bag to give to you, "It appears so."

"Does he not have more... kingly matters to attend to?" He shrugged at your words and moved towards your wardrobe.

"I've learned not to question Aemond. Everything he does has a reason." He reasoned. You took in the expanse of your room to see it in such disarray. You had destroyed many things in your initial bout of anger and had yet to clean it up. Your small two-person dining table had been turned on its side. One of the walls had torn banners from where you threw a jug of wine; the glass from the jug lay in a pile on the floor. Other things, such as pillows and blankets, had been strewn about.

"I'm sorry about all of this..." You spoke.

Daeron turned to see you scanning the room and the mess you had made in the early stages of your grief, "Do not apologize. Grief is something my family is accustomed to."

A part of you, perhaps days ago, would have persisted for an explanation, but you were already tired and had yet to even begin packing. Instead of speaking further, you decided to get to work and walked to your wardrobe to pick out some clothing. At least then, your mind could be distracted by something other than Lyra's toothy smile.

You stood in the courtyard outside the stables and watched as an entourage of guards began to prep multiple horses and supplies. Initially, one of them had asked when you would get in the carriage they had set up, but you refused and picked to ride instead. More fresh air was likely the better option. There were a few carts prepped to carry supplies. The canvas and fabrics led you to understand there would be camping on the three-day trip to the lake. Your bag of supplies had already been strapped to a horse.

Aemond had been overseeing the preparation and you watched him from a distance as he commanded his men. There was nothing you could do to help. Daeron had already exchanged goodbyes with you. Your name was called by a familiar voice behind you and you turned to see Helaena and Aegon approaching.

"You would leave without saying goodbye? Am I worth nothing to you?" Aegon jested.

You rolled your eyes, but could not muster up a smile, "Yes, Helaena, I wanted to say goodbye." You gave full attention to the princess and Aegon clutched his chest to pretend he had been stabbed.

Helaena stopped just short in front of you and reached a hand out to rest on your shoulder. This was the first time she had gotten so close to you and her touch was both a tremendous surprise and a warm delight. Even Aegon looked momentarily stunned but brushed it off.

"Stay safe," Helaena then dropped her arm and backed up. Her gaze drifted to the area around her.

"If I find any neat insect, I'll be sure to bring it back," You informed her and Helaena smiled brightly before dismissing herself to go to one of the gardens.

When she left you, your attention shifted to Aegon, "Have a drink for me at the celebration party tonight."

Aegon nodded, "Of course," He then got closer and looked around to make sure nobody could overhear, "I will try and make progress on your father's disappearance while you're gone." He whispered.

Your brows furrowed and you lowered your voice as well, "From what possible leads?"

Aegon's face morphed into staunch seriousness, "I have my suspicions. Do not worry about it and enjoy your trip." He reached an arm around your shoulders and gave you a side hug. His free hand came up to ruffle your hair. You struggled to break free from his grip. Suddenly, all of the instances you had in your life yearning for siblings washed away. If siblings were this annoying, you would take no part in it.

You swatted his hand away, "I will try and enjoy it, but it may not be the best break given Aemond is joining."

"Does it ever get tiring pretending to hate my brother?" Aegon asked. He released you from his hold and you took a step back.

"I do not hate your brother," You reasoned and crossed your arms, "We just find it hard to..."

"See eye to eye?" Aegon jested, "You know that is entirely rude to say given his affliction. I would expect better from you."

You pushed against his chest and tried to knock him over, but all Aegon did was sway and laugh. Still, not a grin would make its way on your face, but the spirits inside you lightened just partly. Your bickering attracted some attention from the stable attendants and you became acutely aware of yourself. It was like a moment of clarity. Aegon was a good friend, but still a royal family member so your closeness with him could be seen as inappropriate.

Before you could speak, Aegon looked behind you and grinned widely, "Ah, good to see you, brother. Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"That was the plan." Aemond's deep voice, eerily close to you, ran down your spine. You turned to see him less than a foot away. Despite talking to his brother, his eye was trained on you.

"Well then, I can see I am not wanted," Aegon said. He squeezed your shoulder, "Safe travels, my lady," He nodded to his brother as a form of goodbye and then left, walking up the courtyard and back into the castle.

"You've packed what you need?" Aemond asked you.

With your crossed arms, you rubbed your upper biceps to soothe yourself. You did not mind being around Aemond, but all those past encounters did not involve such a wide range of servants and courtiers around craning their necks to see the king. It felt like everyone was watching you, though most of them were simply going about their tasks for the day.

"It's all on my horse," You responded.

"Good, we must get going while the day is still young." Aemond extended one of his arms to get you to move to the group of horses and carts waiting at the gate. You followed his command and walked across the dirt yard. The illuminating fireflies gave way to your movement. Thinking back to the map you saw of the elf kingdom with Lake Rosemagne, it was located in a break of the trees and you were excited to be out in the sun.

Your horse was next to Aemond's. You recognized the fur pattern and saw the grand detailing in the saddle and accompanying draperies of green. You got up on the horse with ease and Aemond mounted his. You both were located at the front of the travelling party.

Aemond shouted in the elven language at the guards standing at the top of the wall that encircled the courtyard. The large wrought iron gate began to open with a loud groan. You looked at the long path ahead of you, while simultaneously looking at Aemond's figure in the corner of your vision.

He clicked his tongue once and his horse jerked forward into a mellow trot. You tugged on the reins gently, your horse following after the king. 

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"Tell me,"

You could already feel him looking at you, a gaze that always erupted a heat within your stomach. He spoke with an almost defeated sigh, "I believe you already know." He let you mull over his words and you conceded that it was true. You already knew, what good would it do to hear it in graphic detail? What could that accomplish for your already grief-stricken mind?

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[witchofhimring]

Aemond Targaryen x Reader HOTD AU (what if women had the same rights as men?)

In this AU women have the same rights as men which changes the history of Westeros. In this story the reader comes from an island off Westeros and marries into the Targaryen family.

I do not know if I will make a book of this concept by I will make headcanons and one shots. Certain aspects will be changed from the books.

This list includes OC's. The next post about this AU will cover Reader's children and grandchildren.

Queens:

Visenya the Conqueror

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Maegor Targaryen

Reign: 1 AC-44 AC

Birth: 29 AC

Death: 44 AC

Canon changes: Rules in her own right and rides Balerion instead of Vaeghar.

Maegor the Strong

Parents: Visenya Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen

Spouce(s): not decided (I will chose at a further date)

Children: none

Reign: 44 AC- undecided (TBA)

Birth: 12 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the heir to the Iron Throne. No wars with the faith or nephews. This changes the political landscape of Westeros.

Rhaena the Black Queen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen, Androw Farman

Children: Aerea Targaryen, Rhaella Targaryen

Reign: TBA

Birth: 23 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen in her own right, is Maegor's successor.

Jaehaerys the Old King

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Alysanne Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Reign: TBA-103 AC

Birth: 34 AC

Death: 103 AC

Canon changes: Succeeds his elder sister. Makes Rhaenys his heir.

Rhaenys the First

Parents: Aemon Targaryen, Jocelyn Baratheon

Spouce(s): Corlys Valeryon

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Reign: TBA

Birth: 74 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Laenor the Lazy

Parents: Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jeoffrey Velarion

Reign: TBA- 120 AC

Birth: 93 AC

Death: 120 AC (presumably)

Canon changes: Becomes King. In the books Laenor is born in 94 AC however as he is the elder sibling in the show I moved up his date of birth to be older than Laena.

Rhaenyra the Dragon

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Aemma Arryn

Spouce(s): Laenor Valeryon, Daemon Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Targaryen, Jeoffrey Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Reign: 120 AC- TBA

Birth: 97 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen by succeeding her husband.

Daemon the Black

Parents: Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen

Spouce(s): Laena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Birth: 81 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort of Laena and ruling with his wife.

Jacaerys the First & Baela the Just

Parents: Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Spouce(s): Baela Targaryen, Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 144 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes King, co-rules with Baela. Marries a second time to Agatha Hedrow (OC).

Parents: Daemon Targaryen, Laena Targaryen

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 116 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Viserys the First (OC)

Parents: Jacaerys Targaryen, Baela Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daenerys Targaryen

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen (OC)

Parents: Aemond Targaryen, Y/n Blackhalt

Spouce(s): Viserys the Second

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen

Rhaenyra the Second

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: A son (more children may be added)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Female heirs:

Y/n of Blackhalt (the reader)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Aemond Targaryen

Children: Daenerys Targaryen, Vaella Targaryen, Jaehaerys Targaryen ,Elarion Targaryen, Hardin Targaryen, Elara Targaryen, Vissera Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Alice Targaryen

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Alys Strong

Parents: Lyonel Strong (mother unknown)

Spouce(s): none

Children: Aelon Strong (OC)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Cassandra Baratheon

Parents: Borros Baratheon, Elenda Caron

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is Lady of Storm's End.

Laena Velaryon

Parents: Corlys Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daemon Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen

Birth: 94 AC

Death: 120 AC

Canon changes: Is Lady of the Tides

Baela Targaryen

Profile above. Baela was made Lady of the tides after her mothers death and the title was passed on to her second son.

Consorts:

Aegon and Rhaenys

Parents:

Spouce(s):

Children:

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort instead of ruler.

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Aenys Targaryen

Birth: 25 BC

Death: 10 AC

Maegor's Queen has yet to be decided

Androw Farman

Parents: Marq Farman

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: none

Birth: 32 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort to the Queen.

Alysanne Targaryen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen, Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Jaehaerys Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Birth: 36 AC

Death: 100 AC

Corlys Velaryon

Parents: Corwyn Valeryon (mother unnamed)

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Birth: 53 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the Queens consort.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

View profile above. Rhaenyra served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys Targaryen

View profile above. Daenerys served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Rhaenyra the Seconds consort is not yet decided

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[scaly-freaks]

“You would have been better off marrying her to Tyland and using the Dornish pull to match Daeron to Aliandra Martell. He is twenty, and she is nineteen. Easily controlled with the right guiding hand.”

Aegon lets out a scoff of laughter. “And that hand would be you, grandsire? Must you always have your fingers buried in some scheme?”

Otto’s eye twitches. No one else is left in the small council chamber. Aegon does not know why his grandfather decided to stay behind if he had nothing worthwhile to say. Perhaps a final attempt to cease at control. The man cannot function without it.

“Scheming…” Otto lifts up a goblet of wine and drinks with such gusto, Aegon is almost impressed. “…is what got you your throne. And scheming is what will get you off it if you lose your wits over a fucking woman.”

He slams the cup onto the table and gets to his feet. Aegon continues to fiddle with the ball, refusing to look up at Otto.

“A woman without family, without breeding, without the fear of having her relatives executed were she to abuse her new power. A woman with enough wits to bewitch a king and make herself queen. You have brought a fox into the hencoop.”

“She has family. She has me. And she has Jaehaera. She is loyal to us.” Aegon digs his thumb under the wood of the table so hard, his skin bleaches of colour.

Otto sneers. “Is that what you think?”

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[scaly-freaks]

He stops when he sees Aemond turn the corner. Even in her haste, Amara notices the warmth in Aegon’s eyes freeze over. They cut from her to his brother, and the cloak that won’t stay closed around her while she’s running. She forgot about the dress and its translucence.

And then he notices the scratches on his brother. They cannot be misconstrued for anything but sexual.

Aegon lunges for Blackfyre sitting sheathed on the table.

By the time she skids to Aegon, the ancestral sword is aimed straight at the prince, Valyrian steel winking in the torchlight. Aemond slows, barely out of breath, and stops a hair’s breadth from the tip of the blade. The pupil in his good eye is a black dot swimming in indigo. He flings out his arms and twirls a hand in his best imitation of a jester’s bow.

“Brother.”

He’s acting like Aegon. Amara almost laughs at the sight despite her revulsion. She has never seen Aemond so much as smile properly. It brightens up his face, almost makes him look like a real person. Usually, he reminds her of a malevolent spirit doing its best impression of what a man might act like.

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final chapter

She spent the day surrounded by the vapidness of courtiers, all currying favour in their misaligned ways. For weeks now, Aegon has been as faceless to her as they were, just another voice waiting for her to pay attention, to hurry up and come alive again.

But something strange happened that afternoon as the sunlight cut her room into slivers and pools of warmth gathered in her palms. She missed her husband, in a simple, uncomplicated way and relief washed through her when she did. It meant the shadow of grief would eventually lift entirely. She was making progress.

Amara wraps her arm around his shoulder, her other hand slipping into his hair. She shushes him like she would to Jaehaera, cradling her face to his own. “Oh, my love…my love…it’s alright, I’m here.”

The whispered endearments break his resolve.

She feels his expression twist against her shoulder before he starts to cry like a little boy. Amara tries not to give into her anxiety and push him for answers. It will make things worse. She squeezes him tight, and kisses his neck, his ear, his hair, the beloved scars on his skin.

She holds him until he stops crying because he has done the same for her in the past, with kindness and with patience.

And because she loves him, more than she could ever put into words.

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“Uncle Aemond took me on a ride with Vhagar this morning,” he tells her.

“I know. I heard.”

Every night, it has become their routine to tell one another how their day went. Rhaenyra masks the details of hers. He is too young to understand the malaise of endless crying and feelings of uselessness. Egg gives up the innocent details of his and casts light over the shadows in his mother’s eyes.

“It made me miss Stormcloud.”

She squeezes him tighter. “You might yet gain another dragon.”

He shakes his head. “I do not think so. It has never happened before. The dragonkeepers do not think it is possible.”

“You might be the one to break the mould. Do not lose hope. I think you are destined for great things.”

He twists his lips from one side to the other. “Uncle Aemond said it would be better if I didn’t get another.”

Rhaenyra chest inflates with irritation. “Did he provide an explanation as to why he thought so?”

“He said it would anger the king. That I would always be a threat before I was his nephew.” As much as Egg is attempting to keep his voice steady, the fear in his voice is unmistakeable. “I don’t ever remember meeting the king. He sounds frightening.”

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The recent chapter has me wondering ik u said that amara wouldn't get with Aemond bcs she wouldn't want to be separated from the family (so fair even if I hated my brother I couldn't date someone knowing it'd destroy us) but I do question what amara and Aemond would be like as a couple? Would they still be as toxic as amara and aegon? If not what would they be like? If so who's the more aggressor? Idk if that's the word but like aegon certainly feels more like the aggressor in amaras relationship with him, with Aemond would she end up being more like the aegon of the relationship?

Honestly never say never. If I decide I suddenly want to set fire to everything, i might let something happen but...I know how my readers can get very agitated esp because people have attachment to Aemond so I wouldn't....really...unless? No...jk ......

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to report that this Aemond and Amara would be so wonderful together. You're right in suggesting she'd be the Aegon of the relationship, but Aemond being the calming presence in a very genuine way means she gets more time to stop and take a breather and calm down. With Aegon, it's very much she throws gasoline and he throws a match and they don't calm down until they've done damage to each other. But Aemond is like water to Amara's fire, and I don't see him losing his temper and raising his voice that much. I think it would be quite sadly ironic that he ends up going for a partner who is so much like his brother that he doesn't get on with, almost like he's subconsciously making amends for not being able to stand Aegon and his mental problems by trying to be more patient with Amara and hers. I think he'd be a real safe place for her, and even if he knows she's being unreasonable in a fight with someone, he'd take her side in front of them (but tell her off about it later). Despite being a year older than him, and having a bit of a complex about not dating younger men - as if one year younger makes a difference - Amara would sort of go through that phase of being more childish with him because she knows she's safe. Like those tiktoks of losing your inhibitions and sense of danger around your partner, because you know they'll guide you. She knows Aemond has her back, and lets her guard down and is content to be vulnerable and silly and girlish around him. He in turn loves that, because he's always considered himself the man of the family since Alicent's divorce, and doesn't count Aegon as being so as the eldest son.

Yeah...I think they'd be wonderful together.

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Not you leaving us high and dry. Evil. Loved the aemond x amara, I feel bad for him tbh. And of course cannibee the icon.

Ahahahah...I thought we needed a bit of a breather ><

I suppose I do too. It wouldn't be easy to find out the girl you've been crushing on since you were a kid has the hots for your older brother who's always been at odds with you. But Aemond is made of very strong stuff (pun intended).

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ok but aemond and amara???? that scene was so sweet 😻😻 and jaehaera mentioned 🗣🗣🗣

Ahaha yeah it really was! He was so sweet with her (he's not with people except for Hel and Amara). And YAAAYYYYY Jaehaera manifested, future baby girl is now being mentioned, watch out Mummy and Daddy (and get your shit together a little bit)

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another great chapter!!! i'm obsessed with this fic!!!!

do you think that aemond's crush on amara will develop into something more twisted after last chapter? because he told her some very personal things and they had that very tense moment when she slapped him...

and aegon and amara... i get that he tried to make her happy and wanted her to believe in that "destiny" thing but aegonnn stop lying to your girl!!!! and the fact that her parents are missing, she might be pregnant and is about to become queen???? this girl needs a break!

Thank you!

I'm not sure currently. It could be something, or it could be shunted aside depending on where the plot goes (I tend to plan maybe one or two chapters ahead and that's it). The thing is that he was drugged up so everything he told her was probably not something he would have unveiled if he were sober. She doesn't take to him, because he just isn't the kind of personality she enjoys (hates fun, dead serious).

But in an almost Daemonesque fashion, Aemond's preoccupation with his brother extends to his brother's woman. I've always headcanoned that Daemon probably was quite attached to Aemma at the start when she was new to the house, the third wheel at the table so to speak. For Aemond, it's more intense because his buried desire to be taken seriously by his brother now extends to Amara because her personality is like Aegon's at a first glance. She so easily doesn't give a fuck, whereas Aemond gives a hundred thousand fucks and then some. So in a sense, it's getting more one-sidedly twisted for him, and for her, she can probably only tolerate him when he's drugged/drunk.

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I always love when there's a little bit of amara x aemond on my (yours) amaegon 🥰

*whispers* me too.

There's something about it being Targaryens which makes it feel...less wrong that she'd be fucking with two brothers. Besides, we all know she's the missing half of Aegon's soul, so it's not like anything is really being threatened by Aemond. And when he was little, he always wanted everything that belonged to Aegon. So what if he wants a little taste of her cherry lip gloss too?

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I was not the anon who brought this Au up originally, but yeah props to them for making us both obsessed i guess. There is just something about amara being the only one on aegons mind while she couldn’t really care less about him that makes me crazyyy like, I can see aemond genuinely starting to move on from alys, seeing a future with amara and just generally being a nice and respectable man wanting to date amara and even being ready to leave the bad. So amara has the choice of ending up in a healthy and good relationship with aemond but somehow the thought turns her completely off and she's like 'wtf no I can’t do this'. And somehow she lands in aegons arms, the little pervy creep who is like 'yaay she doesn’t wanna be happy she wants me!'. (I wouldn’t put it past aegon to carry a paper face-mask of amaras face with him at all times so he can put it on whoever he's hooking up with, and all the girls tolerate it so they can tell everyone they slept with someone famous. But if they’re being real with themselves they’re all super weirded out by him)

Interesting, interesting. Because I do not see Aemond getting over Alys at allllll. Hear me out -

He's the kid who was turned into the emotional support by their mother, so he looks to an older woman to for once support his emotions and help him get them out. We're not going to get into what kind of kinks he and Alys get into when they sleep together but iykyk. And to me, it's like Amara can't hope to match up. She would be the normal relationship for him, the one without any objection from anyone (except Aegon but who gives af about him), but Aemond just...can't. Alys calls, his insides pull tight, and even though he knows he's so close to falling in love with Amara, he can't step over the edge.

Off topic, but so many 'A' names in this thing - Alicent, Alys, Aemond, Aegon, Amara - anyway -

The paper mask thing made me giggle so hard because oooh ofc he does. At this point he's probably built up quite a bit of resentment, and if he gets to fuck her, he's not just doing it because he thinks she's hot, he's violating his brother's "sanctified relationship" that everyone in their family approve of. Amara is still very much in an on-again, off-again thing with Aemond, because she refuses to accept she can't turn him away from Alys, and Aemond still has a huge weak spot for her and when they're together, things just click.

But anyway, she ends up on the roof of the bar they're at one night, alone and upset and crying into her sleeves with the cigarettes she stole from Aemond (she never used to smoke, but picked up the habit because the smell of the brand reminded her of him). She hears the doors to the roof open and close, and stands up like, "Aemond?" and there's so much hope in her eyes, Aegon just feels sick to his stomach. He kinda came up there to comfort her, but hearing his brother's name from that sweet little voice pisses him off real quick.

Now fictional intrusive thoughts say that Amara ends up being shoved over that ledge by accident that night, probably in a tussle to get Aegon off her (they're both drunk) but woah, I don't want her to die.

He gets all stroppy and weird about why she wants Aemond so bad when she knows he's got his head split between her and Alys, and she's like, "Oh sure, and if I went with you, I'd have your head split between me and any woman who'll open her legs, yes?"

He doesn't take the bait, and leans in to light his cigarette with the end of hers, and the wind slows down as they stare at each other. She doesn't pull away when his hand brushes her ankle, so he plays with it a bit, kneading the bone through the skin, until she fidgets to make him get off. That triggers something, and he grabs the end of her net kimono as she gets up to go back down, and as Amara shoves him, SOMEHOW, their lips end up colliding (oh yeah, wonder how that happened).

And it's literally all Aegon needs. Because for about five seconds, she kisses him back, and she does it the way you do when you're into someone. Obviously, she's horrified, and leaves instantly, but now he knows.

Let the games begin, as they say.

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I need more of the rockstar!aegon Au, i'm literally going crazy thinking of it. How do you think aegons and aemonds relationship would be? Like maybe they sort of befriend amara (or aegon forces everyone to take her with them) and aemond and her somehow end up flirting the whole time but aemond doesn’t know aegon likes her? But personally I feel like aemond would know about aegons crush and think its soo funny that amara likes him and not aegon, to the point where thats the only reason he would date her, to make aegon jealous of what he has lol. Would it even be possible for amaras dream to come true or would aegon just straight up not let them get near eachoter?

JSHDJKKJDHKD I love it when someone brings up an AU, and then I add onto it and it turns into a domino effect. But honestly? This one was WILDLY addictive (and if you were the anon who brought it up, well done).

So because I've been feeling Aemond quite a bit more recently, I'm going to have Amara fully be in lust with him. The grinding onstage with Aegon is over, and he's like *flashes his best charming smile* so do you wanna grab a drink - and she just dreamily drifts off, hand pulling from his, ZEROED IN on his brother.

Aemond in this AU is kind of reserved in comparison to Aegon who will sleep with absolutely anyone under the sun (and is good at it - he claims he's a sex addict, but the others think he just does too much coke, has too much energy, and sex is the easiest way to work it off).

Aemond knows immediately his brother wants to literally split this girl open and turn her world upside down, so he's like sure whatever go for it because most girls tend to be attracted to Aegon's charisma straight off the bat. So Aegon invites Amara and her friends (Mirian and Gwen bc OFC) out with the band, and Aemond watches her do that thing where she blank-smiles Aegon and nods distractedly, but then shifts over to sit next to Aemond and wants to know more about him. Aegon gets progressively drunker, and more annoyed, and ends up trashing the bar with his buddies because it's "fun" and it's "what rockstars do so who cares, Rhaenyra will handle it" and Aemond is very aware what getting it on with Amara will do in the long run to the band, but he's kind of sick of touring at this point so he's like...fuck it.

He and Amara sleep together soon after, because she's joining them on tour as a not groupie but everyone knows she's Aemond's groupie only and there may as well be a huge NO ENTRY sign flashing over her head. She's there for him only, and she's starting to get smitten a lil bit. She has a sense he may be into a lady named Alys Rivers who's an executive at their record label, but with the optimism of youth, is like I can make him forget her. Because it genuinely seems like she might. The sex is amazing, she makes him laugh, his eyes begin to genuinely light up when he sees her enter a room, and all signs point to them turning into a relationship.

Aegon gets over it for the time being, because he's rolling through so many women at this point, it's like urgh whatever, she's not that hot anyway (he says, whilst crying into his pillow each night).

OKAY I rambled too long, but ummmmmmmmmmmm if you have more thoughts please hit me with 'em (because in this AU, Amara does end up with Aegon so......hehehe)

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what might happen if Burning Jasmine Amara married Aemond?? for that au ask game??

If I could sum it up in one word...infidelity KJFHKJFHKJHG.

But the AU game asks for five points so...let me start by saying she is Aegon's soulmate in that AU and Aegon can neither share, nor give up something or someone he's decided belongs with him. It would be soooo miserable on all ends because on the one side, Amara would do her best to be a dutiful wife because she feels guilty for not being in love with her husband. Aemond would start to fall in love with her though, because in every other way, she's his perfect partner: level-headed, elegant, intelligent. Her antithesis (Aegon) being the person she's in love with is like a dark joke played by the gods.

She'd keep Aegon at bay for as long as she could, especially considering how persistent he is, but at a weak moment, she'd give in. And being that it's Aegon, and he can't hide his true emotions for the life of him, Aemond would probably put two and two together and start suspecting the parenthood of any children he and Amara might have. Aegon, on the other hand, is always watching those kids of hers with Aemond with narrowed eyes as if figuring out which of them is more like himself and which one is more like his brother.

It's inevitable Aegon and Aemond would have the fallout of the century over Amara, and she'd probably stress herself out into an early grave :( It's never fun being trapped between two warring Targaryens.