#aegon x amara x aemond

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Chapter 15 really could have gone a whole other way.

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen

Chapter 16: Every Little Thing

☾⋆⁺₊✧ dark elf!Aemond Targaryen x f!human!reader series. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series masterlist. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 4.3k ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series warnings: 18+ depictions of violence/gore, eventual smut, warfare, sickness/disease, some moments of misogyny, and mentions of alcohol consumption. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ Death's hand extends towards the unwilling.

You carefully put on an intricate gown made for you. As you were back at the capital, you had worn their elvish clothes for the first time since you left on the trip. The journey to Lake Rosemange was spent in your more modest human clothes. You had thought it was a welcome feeling, but it did not hold a candle to the feeling you had wearing the soft and luxurious elvish fabrics. Amara had chosen the gown as you broke your fast with them in your room. It had been a while since you could speak to them and was refreshing. 

“Imagine her surprise when he returned with another’s undergarment in his pocket!” Liriel had spoken. The two had been catching you up on courtly gossip. As much as you wanted to not partake in such gossip to maintain a more elevated persona, you could not help but revel in it. The scandals all lured you in. It was far more entertaining than any town square shows put on where you had lived. 

As Amara tied the laces on the back of your dress, your gaze swept up to your bed. Within the pillowcases lay the scouting record and book found in Cole’s room. Thinking of it made your throat close and muscles tighten. When Amara stepped back and went to join her wife on the settee, you sucked in a breath. 

“I think I’ll choose my jewellery for the day.” The underlying meaning behind your words was not lost on the two elves. You wished for a moment of solitary peace. They got up from their seats and bid you a quick goodbye. 

When they had left, you made your way to the vanity. While scanning over your options, your eyes kept moving toward where the scouting log and Cole’s book were kept. Your fingers brushed over the cool metal of a necklace you found particularly pleasing and knew it would compliment the expanse of the bare neck that was exposed from the dress. You put it on and then walked to your bed. 

The items were calling to you. You shakily pulled them both out from under the pillows and laid them on the plush blanket of your bed. You dragged your finger across the black cover and ruminated on the information Aegon had gathered. The whole night was spent drifting in and out of sleep. You were reeling from the information. Cole was one being you knew was not trustworthy. He was slimy and vile, but was there really enough hate in him to be a purveyor of the dark arts? 

You were caught between multiple points. You wished to mourn; for your father, Lyra, and everyone else who had perished from the taint. Yet your body was pulled towards your duty as a healer and passion as a researcher to find a cure no matter the cost, regardless of your health and sanity. Then, more recently, another point had driven itself into your chest. It was a matter of a single blue eye that threatened to swallow you each time you gazed into it. The point, driven like an anchor, pushed you overboard and into murky waters; pulling you down from all those other cares to think of nothing but him alone. 

The gods had been cruel, exceptionally so, to test your patience by sending such a siren call in the form of Aemond.

You once again scanned the items in front of you. There was something there. There is some underlying meaning behind the discovery of this information. It was a trickery. The scout's log showed Cole’s presence in the area and the book was damning that he was capable of some kind of evil – or at the very least an untrustworthy interest in darker things. The main cause of your distress was Aemond’s possible part to play in all of it. He and Cole were nearly inseparable, always talking to one another. There was a strong bond, one which would naturally lead to sharing information between one another. 

During your thinking, a knock on the door jolted you out of it. While you normally would have made haste to hide the items, your brain had been working overtime as of late. It led to you not caring much at all anymore. You looked over your shoulder to see Aemond walking into your room. You turned your head to the bed, keeping your back facing him. You could not look at him. 

Cole likely played a part in hurting – nay killing – your father; to which Aemond could have known about it.

It would suit Aemond not to tell you. The taint was a burden on both kingdoms. He could use you for your talents, recognizing that they may have made a mistake in killing your father before he could find a solution. He planned to have you make the cure, or at least get close, and then dispense you. Your kingdom would be none the wiser of such misdeeds and a conflict would be avoided. The elf kingdom could use the cure on themselves only and sit back as your people died out. 

That was the ultimate goal of the Great War so many centuries ago – at least what had been taught to you. 

You steeled yourself and crossed your arms to soften your emotions, “What can I do for you, your grace?” You wanted him to leave before you broke down – before you confessed all that you discovered and demanded an answer. Though you knew, it was far too late to go back. His presence alone weakened you. You were beholden to Aemond and thus unable to keep anything from him.

“I was coming to check on how you were settling back in,” Aemond answered. You wanted to scoff at his possible fake care, but at the same time fall into his arms. The supposed dichotomy between the two mocked you with similarity. 

“Everything is good, my things have been unpacked.” You responded as you looked out the large windows of your room and towards the garden. 

“I did not mean your things,” His footsteps sounded closer as he walked further into your room, “I meant, how are you handling everything? With Lyra…” 

You sucked in a breath and held back the tears that threatened to spill. Your lungs shuddered, but you remained steadfast in your bubbling malcontent. You could sense him standing at the bottom of the three steps that led up to the loft area of your room where your bed and personal study were. 

“I’m still mourning,” You then turned to face him and looked down upon his form. Seeing him, the unadulterated care in his eyes and softened face made you question your knowledge. Surely, this could not have been all a ruse? Surely he is not such a good actor as to make you fall for these falsities.  

“Of course, I–” Aemond had begun, but you cut him off. 

“But I’m mourning my father as well,” Aemond gave you a questionable look, as the last conversation with your father ended on the mutual understanding that he could still be alive, “I know he’s dead.” 

“Why would you say such a thing?” Aemond placed one of his feet on the steps as if to walk up to you, but saw you take a step back. Your flinch looked as though it slapped him, for he took his foot off the step and moved his hands behind his back to show he was not a threat. His eye seemed to flit about your room with nervousness. 

“You told me there were no reports of humans in that area in the last century and I was stupid to believe it.” Your voice was just above a whisper and cracked by the end. It was not fair to accuse him of what you were thinking, but in your grief, you made stupid decisions. 

“I told you the truth of it. What would I gain by lying to you?” Aemond responded. 

“A victory. My father murdered by Cole then another human to use for a cure and then dispose of when the time comes. Once done, you can protect the elven kingdom and watch mine burn, as some kind of late victory from the Great War.” It was wrong to throw that at him, so terribly wrong; especially how he had poured his heart out to you on why such a war started. However, your mind was clouded with mismatched pieces of evidence that you struggled to string together coherently. 

A shift was made in Aemond’s continence, “You think this is some plot to destroy your kingdom? You accuse my good friend and ally of murder?”

“That day in the forest, when you saved me, you told me that every little thing is out to kill.” It felt so long since that day, but truly only a month ago. The way his sword was aimed at your neck came back into your mind, vivid and clear. He had only spared you, just slightly, and you were supposed to be thankful for it. Like not killing you was a gift. Perhaps, he should have just done the job and been rid of you. Now, the same look you gave him after such a threat was directed at you; confusion, shock, and a little bit of fear from Aemond. 

“There were plenty of times in which I could have killed you, but I didn’t. Now I know you are angry and confused but…” He paused and backed up, his eye darting around to not look at you, “I revealed parts of myself to you that…” His voice got caught in his throat.

“Words said in heat are often more destructive than battles.” It was a whisper, as if he was recalling it from a deep memory from his past. His hands tightened into fists and he leaned on the balls of his feet, “I have told you the truth as you are my friend. Let us not fight when tensions are high. We shall talk later.” 

You wanted to scream at him, to lug one of the pillows on your bed directly at his head. How could he be so reasonable? Gods, why was he so reasonable? You wanted confrontation. With it, you could get answers. However, all Aemond did was look at you. His face held traces of grief but still had pieces of reverence. It was heavy, the way he gazed upon you with such fondness and an equal amount of intense emotional pain.

Aemond nodded before swiftly turning to exit your room. His hair swerved with him. The sound of the door closing, bordering on a slam, was what broke you. Tears escaped your eyes and you had to hold up your body on the bed from collapsing. 

Clarity instantly washed over you in one giant wave. Aemond had been nothing but forthright with you – especially since he revealed the origin of his scar. He was rude at first, but there was a perfectly clear reason why. Yet, you had taken that and thrown it in his face. The wave of clarity that washed over you swept back into the ocean of your emotions, leaving behind a shell in the sand of your mind. 

The shell shined and held a simple truth within it. The answer to the one burning question that was always piqued when Aemond would look or talk to you. It always bugged you, that you could not find a reason why your heart would beat quicker and heat would wash over your face. 

You were falling in love. 

It was not what you expected. All your life, a simple path had been laid in your mind. Meet someone, gradually come to like them, and then eventually build the foundations of love. It would be calm and come slowly. There would be time to adjust to it. The motions of the ocean would gently lick at your feet as the tide rose over time. 

Yet, Aemond came and built up a storm; water eroding rock and pummeling the sand. While violent, his storm would never harm you, but you had just harmed him. You could not say you were in love, but there was no denying that it had begun to wrap you in its embrace. 

You shoved the items back under your pillow haphazardly and then moved quickly down the steps and toward your door. You needed to get out of that room – to get away from what just happened. You shakily walked down the dark stone hallways of the castle and towards the laboratory.

Here, you could think clearly and devise a plan to apologize to Aemond. 

You walked to the main study desk and rested your hands against the worn wood. You looked out at all of the items and ingredients laid on the surface, including some of the recent samples you collected from Lake Rosemagne. 

While looking at the ingredients that composed all your recent experiments, including the one that successfully halted the taint, all you could think about was what the book found in Cole’s room and the scouting record. Images of the pages moved across your vision when you had flipped through it. The page you had stopped on with the mortua terra flower and a crude sketch of Lake Rosemagne settled in you. 

Your eyes squinted as you took in all the items in front of you. There was a scratching at the back of your brain; an itch that got worse and worse. It was there, like the forgotten phrase on the tip of one’s tongue. There was an answer clawing at you through a murky haze. Your gaze moved from the vials of lakewater that were collected, then moved to the mortua terra flower, and then it drifted towards another table in the laboratory. 

In a small vase was the elf azure flower. It had been your preferred perfume scent when you came to this kingdom. There was always a vase full of them in the lab, you had made sure of it. You had noticed them growing in the forest when you came back from a short trip out to your home with Aemond. His words came to mind when you glanced at the budding flowers. 

Giēñagon syt se gīs.

Cure for the soul.

That was the elf superstition. Yet, wisdom oft comes from superstitious knowledge that had been passed down for longer than earth's memory. Like a shot arrow, an idea hit you like never before in your life. 

Of course.

Of course, it makes so much sense.

You had been correct in assuming that a cure would need two big components that cancel one another out. At first, it was the poison against poison, which only lasted for a few seconds. Then you tried using dark magic against itself, which halted the spread of the taint in both plant and body but was not a definite cure. What if you used another arena to fight in? Instead of using the infected host as a fighting ground for the potion to act against, would it not be worth it to have the fight be in the potion itself? 

The mortua terra plant against the elf azure flower. The mortua terra was a symbol of death, but the elf azure meant light. 

In Cole’s book, you saw a drawing of what looked like the outline of Lake Rosemagne with the mortua terra flower and a myriad of weird symbols and sketches. If you used the lake water as a base – for it is believed to have balancing powers – it would have to make some form of an impact as they were on opposite sides of the magic spectrum.

This was truly a new frontier for you, but you were determined to follow it through. You wasted no time in expertly assembling all of the ingredients you would need. Your hand grabbed a nearby stick to transfer the flame from one of the torches on the wall. You lit up the bottom portion of a holder for one of the empty cauldrons. Then you took a sample of water from Lake Rosemange and brought it to a calm simmer. 

You followed out with the rest of the ingredients that made the complete base for your last experiments that had been tweaked by Daeron to be stronger. The whole time, your hands had been shaking slightly and you had to take a few breaks to calm down. This morning and the day prior had been a whirlwind of emotions. They compounded in you, but you swallowed it all down to do your work. This was not a brew you wanted to mess up. 

The last step was the two flowers. You put on gloves to handle the mortua terra and plucked a few of the petals off of it, which gleaned a light purple in the dull torchlight.

Just as you were going to place them in the brew, the door to the laboratory opened. Your back was to it, but you could tell that this time in the mourning was around when Daeron would start his day and assumed he had come in.

“I’ve just had the biggest epiphany. It was all wrong, well, it was all correct as well. It's hard to explain, but I think using the water from Lake Rosemagne in combination with mortua terra and elf azure has the possibility of making real change,” You received no response, but truly it did not bother you. So much of your attention and energy was going into this. 

When the silence dragged on, you continued, “This just might work, Daeron. Gods, what if it does?” You plopped the dark petals in the water and went to reach for the azure. After, you would need to cut your hand. 

“I did not think you would figure it out so quickly.” It was not Daeron’s voice, but a deeper, more venomous one. You halted in your ministrations and turned around. There Cole stood with a look of wroth in his eyes. In his hands was his tome and a copy of the scouting papers. He had been in your room and you could not help but wonder just how often he had done that before.

He held up the items, “You think I'm stupid enough to not notice these went missing?” 

You swallowed hard and backed against the desk. There was no other means of escape for you except the other door on the other side of the room that led to the sick hall. However, its distance was just far enough that if Cole were to run he would get you before you could even call for help. 

“You said it, not I.” You spoke. There were a million scenarios that came into your head. Ways he would kill you, possibly knock you out to take you away and torture you. There was no happy ending – not even a tame one. His actions confirmed an underlying suspicion of yours. He not only was dabbling in the dark arts but had something to do with the taint. 

“You think you’re funny?” He stepped forward. 

“From time to time, I do have some good quips. What the hell were you doing in my room?” You confronted. On the inside, you were quaking like a leaf, but you could not show it. Cole would not see your fear. 

“I could ask you the same thing. This book was in my room.” Cole responded. You could not out Aegon as your accomplice, you could not stomach putting him at risk any more than he was for helping you. This was your burden, not his. He was only being a good friend. 

“What are you doing with a personal journal on dark magic?” You hit him back with that one. His gaze darkened and he dropped his held-up arm with the items still clutched feverishly. 

“I’ve told you before, humans should stop trifling in matters that do not concern them. Bad things can befall such… unsuspecting souls.” You could not tell what it was, but there was some underlying meaning beneath his words; a sick joke embedded in his malcontent. 

You were in danger. You could feel the imminent dread claw its way through your body. In the corner of your eye, there was a wooden box on the table that held a bunch of loose-leaf pieces of parchment, ink bottles, and quills. You and Daeron shared similar scattered minds and often needed to quickly jot things down and could not wait to find your journals lest the idea slipped from your mind. 

If you could grab that and throw it at him, it may give you enough time to run to the door and get away or at the very least scream for help in an area that may be heard. He seemed to catch on to your wandering eye and clue together what you were thinking.

In a split second, he dropped the items to run to you, but by then you had grabbed the box and thrown it at his face. The ink and flying parchment temporarily blinded him and you made for the door to the sick hall. 

After just a step, searing pain hit your side. You stumbled and stopped running, the air in your lungs having been knocked out by the force. You felt a weird mix of pain and numbness. Looking down, you could see the hilt of a dagger poking out from your side. Your shaking hands reached down to feel the escaping blood. You looked back up to see Cole with a curled sneer as he observed you.

Cole moved forward. You barely stumbled back by the time he used one hand to grip your throat and hold you in place while the other went to grasp the knife’s handle. 

“Your kind lives for so little, yet take so much.” He drove the knife further into you which caused you to cough violently at the intense anguish. Cole released his hold and you dropped to the ground among the strewn-out mess you made. All you could do was sob out, every ability to move your body had stopped.

He kneeled to be in your vision, “You will bleed out, just like your father.” 

Ice washed over you. He not only played a part in the creation of the taint, but he had murdered your father. Likely because he had been near Lake Rosemagne – one of the vital ingredients in the cure. It made you feel sick that he died simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

A genius who strived to make a difference by helping people had been killed by a coward. 

“You fucking bastard,” You coughed out. You made a futile attempt to move towards him, possibly hitting him, but it was difficult to even move. 

“Ah, but at least I’ll live. As an added benefit, it's laced with the taint.” Cole taunted. As if stabbing you was not enough, he had put some of the taint on it to be sure you would die. There was no limit nor measure of hate this elf would not cross. 

Another thought came to you. Aemond had been telling the truth and had no clue about your father's murder. Most of all, he had no inkling to Cole’s misdeeds. The closest member of his council was seeking to kill the world for reasons unknown to you. 

He will never know, you thought. This was it. You were dying. Cole pulled out the knife that had been stopping most of the blood flow. He then stood up and made his way to the exit, giving you no more words. 

The fucking coward could not even see it through before leaving the scene. 

You needed to warn Aemond and everyone else. You needed to pass on the idea for the cure. As much as you wanted to get Cole for what he had done to your father, that held little importance when compared to the rest of the realm. Your hand waved around the floor to find a quill. You scrambled for some parchment and dragged the tip of the quill through a blot of spilled ink. Your hands could not still, but you wrote with a frantic nature as you bled out on the ground. There would be no time to write out a step-by-step guide, but some hints would do. 

Mother’s flower, 

Lake water, 

Every little thing, 

You hoped it would be understood by Aemond. You could not risk outright writing that Cole was a traitor for fear that he would see it and immediately hide the evidence. With this, at least there was a chance. The flower that Aemond’s mother adored, the azure, in combination with the lake water was the key additives to the previous experiment. The final line was more personalized, hinting at the words of advice he had given you – aimed at exposing Cole. Your vision became darker as spots clouded it.

He would piece it together, you knew he would. 

You turned around to lay on your back and stretched out your arms. The parchment you had written in was clutched in your hand. You closed your eyes and waited. This was not how you ever thought you would go out. Like many, you had hoped it would happen at the end of a long and satisfying life in which you went to sleep and never woke up. 

You were too young for this, but alas, Lyra was also young and your father was too kind for the deaths they faced. 

Nothing was ever fair. You took in one last breath; a slow inhale where you could smell the floral scent of the azure flowers that filled the room. Shortly after, you exhaled your last breath. With it, your consciousness fled.

Chapter 17: The Winds of War Preview

Again, that was not unusual. However, when he knocked again with a little more force to make sure he was heard, Aemond was surprised by the slow creaking it made as it opened. It was ajar, which was unusual. His fingers gripped the handle and he pushed it open. His gaze was lowered and noticed the strewn about papers at first. His brow furrowed as he scanned the area further until… 

Gods no… 

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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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Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

ohmygoodness I love this idea! here are some of my faves at the moment; if there's anyone I've missed that's my bad, this fandom is full of so much talent!! ❤️ here's who I've been obsessed with lately in no particular order:

@oneeyedvisenya ~ rae, my ride or die, my slowburn, smut, Aemond QUEEN! one of the first accounts I ever followed you know how obsessed I am with your fics & I love that we're both so feral and unhinged about that one-eyed grump 🫶🏻 you're so incredibly talented I'm always in awe!

@undertheorangetree ~ karina, good GOD! under the god's eye HELLO?!?! you are so incredibly talented my friend I'm so glad I found your work!! ❤️

@randomdragonfires ~ sam!! your writing is incredible you are truly the queen of angst in my eyes like have I read something of yours without crying?? who's to say??

@humanpurposes ~ gee, the talent, the modern Aemond---- need I say more? My Heart Belongs to Daddy is a constant reread for me!

@hamatoanne ~ anne, your work literally has me in a chokehold good GOD queen of modern smut fr

@valeskafics ~ bel, the range, the writing, the smut, the OG modern queen hello?? you literally write like you're running out of time I'm so impressed by your dedication to your craft!! incredible!

@ewanmitchellcrumbs ~ ange, good lord what can I even say?? your work is so iconic whenever I see you've posted I immediately start giggling knowing I'm in for a treat

@barbiedragon ~ fae, you own modern Daemyra in my eyes, the way you write them is so *chef's kiss*

@asumofwords ~ tee, the sublet *takes deep breath* what are you doing to me bestie?!?! you're so insanely talented I am obsessed with you and your fic!!

@scalyfreaks ~ daisy, good GOD! I am so beyond obsessed with Aegon x Amara, started with burning jasmine and have followed ever since. me and my friend irl have a joke that burning jasmine is canon in our minds lmao "get scalyfreaks in the writer's room!" you're so insanely talented I'm continuously impressed by your writing!

@cyeco13 ~ bestie, your art is incredible! you are so insanely talented I love seeing you post! you also made me a fanart for my story which I cannot thank you enough for!

@theoneeyedprince ~ justine!! a refined taste, need I say more?? you are so talented my friend and I can see how much of your heart and soul you poured into this fic! love to see your comment

this fandom is full of so many talented writers and content creators so happy to be a part of it! ❤️

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“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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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.