#aemond wasn't confessed

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Legend of the Seeker AU, were Lucerys was a male confessor)

Alys warned them. She warned her brother, and he, in turn, warned Rhaenyra. Her second son would be a danger to all, a powerful male confessor, a dangerous being from the blood of Old Valyria, a being that should be killed upon child birth. One that could completely control anyone and everyone with a single touch, one who obtains complete and utter loyalty through devotion, and one that could potentially destroy the entirety of Westeros. It is in their nature to bring chaos and destruction, she told them, they could not control their powers, no matter how hard they are trained.

But she couldn't do it. Rhaenyra only needed to look at her son before deciding she would rather kill anyone and everyone rather than to harm her sweet boy. Alys then gave her a second option. For him to wear rada'han, the collar that disrupts any and all possible connection from his magic. The one surviving rada'han was with the Velaryons, treated as their heirloom. No one would suspect. Why would they? People believe the olden magic has all but died in Old Valyria, only dragons being living proof of it's existence. Now, they have another living proof, and to keep him living, he must hide it.

It hurts her so, to watch her sweet boy wear such a thing around his neck, but to keep him safe from prosecution, it must be done. They tell the people of Westeros a made-up story about tradition of the hundredth heir of the Velaryon house, and all was well and good.

Until Lucerys was five, and complained about how sick he was. It was unlike any other sickness, and many of the maesters struggled to name it, even believing it was fake. The idea was quickly disregarded, however, when Lucerys started vomiting. Then came the headaches, and the fevers. It took Lucerys clawing at his neck for Rhaenyra to figure out it was his magic trying and failing to connect to him. Because of this, it decides to disrupt his body.

Alys, Lucerys' personal nursemaid, tried to warn her that the child will pull through, that he will not die, that his magic just needed to get used to being disconnected to him, but when Rhaenyra saw his crying, sick, suffering face, she couldn't allow it to go on. She unlocked the rada'han, and after a few days, he turned well.

She and Alys argued, but eventually, Alys receded, though she warned Rhaenyra that she made has made it worse.

Lucerys detested the rada'han. Every time he wore it, he felt constant pain, yet he was forced to wear it, as the heir of the tides. He can hear the whispers though, that the heirloom rejects him, and that made his uncle Vaemond very happy.

He argued with his mother, the first time because she tried to make him wear it after he had another round of sickness, he screamed that the Velaryon ancestors disapproved of him, that he didn't want to be the heir anymore, that the heirloom is cursing him for being...not Velaryon.

Still, Rhaenyra insisted, and he wore it. Every day, every night. And he begged her, to at least allow him a good night's rest, and she allowed the rada'han to be unlocked every night and returned to his neck every morning, if he sleeps in his own room, to be locked in, and to have no one else, not even Alys, in the room until he wears it himself.

Lucerys cried the first night, grateful to have the thing off of his neck, but tearful for being alone. Was it really horrible for them to see him without the heirloom? Did he really need to suffer in loneliness just because he didn't want to be sick every day?

Then something strange happened. That night, he found a secret passage from his room, and decided to explore it. He accidentally entered his uncle's, Aemond's, room. He was just as shocked and confused as he was, asking him why he was there. Lucerys just shrugged and said he was exploring. He asked if Aemond would like to follow, and Aemond, not wanting to get in trouble if something might happen to his nephew, rolled his eyes and got off his bed. They secret passage led to many places, one being the servants' quarters.

And one of them was still awake, poised to scream. Lucerys quickly grabbed her wrist, and he felt it. Something left his body. That was...strange.

But the servant must have realized who they were, or at least, who he was, for he knelt before him, and said, "Command me, master," which was odd, because his grandfather was his master, but Lucerys was too terrified to worry about that.

He ordered the servant to stay quiet, to sleep and to forget he ever saw them. The servant simply nodded, and left for bed. The two boys were tired by then, and after Aemond made sure he would stay in his chambers, he left for his own bed. They never told anyone else about this, and the servant seemed to have kept his word, for nothing was told to the queen or to the princess.

It became a secret between them, to explore the palace every night, to discover every single secret passage there was to offer, and to follow it to wherever it may lead. Lucerys enjoys these nights, they were the one thing he looked forward to. He could explore the castles, with his uncle, and not have to were that gods be damned heirloom. He also felt surprisingly lighter, less sick, despite wearing the heirloom every morning, so maybe it even helped the Velaryon ancestors accept him somehow. There were times were they got caught, but Lucerys and Aemond quickly discovered that all they had to do was make Lucerys stop them and order their secrecy. It was strange, but it worked.

Meanwhile Rhaenyra learned that the servants were slowly becoming more defensive when it comes to rumors of her sons', specifically Lucerys', bastardy. In fact, there had been reports of fights when someone, be it a servant, a guard, a squire, hells, even a noble, tried to speak ill of him. At first, Rhaenyra felt glad that Lucerys managed to charm the servants so much so that they would defend him with such vigor, but after she witnesses the fight itself, she began to worry. It was less of a servant fighting for his master, and more of a devout worshipper fighting for their god. She began to worry. The fights lessened, but the worship of her boy was even stronger.

They greeted him first and foremost, even when the king was right next to him, they looked at him like he was the maiden reborn, and in one occasion, several servants dropped to their knees and begged for forgiveness, admitting that they were the ones who spread the awful rumors of Lucerys' bastardy, that someone paid them to do it, and even revealed them to be Alicent's personal servants, who were taken and punished, with Alicent being punished by being locked in her chambers.

Rhaenyra was suspicious, but she swallowed her doubts. How could her son even do it? He, who wore the rada'han despite hating it. He, who she always had with her except when he sleeps?

It was when even Alys, the most guarded nursemaid, began suggesting that maybe he should stop wearing the heirloom, that Rhaenyra finally opened her eyes to the truth. Her son, her sweet boy, knowingly or not, confessed most of the people in the palace. He was now in total control of them for the rest of his life.

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I'm reminiscent of the times I could watch series without the looming worry of college submission dates, so here you go.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you do aemond x reader x cregan ?? Reader has a thing with aemond b4 the dance, but after aegon is crowned, she goes with jace to the winterfell and ends up with cregan ?? 🖤♥️

Request: Cregan smut pleaaaaase

A longer fic for Cregan is in the work (Jacaerys twin!Reader), but these take more time to write...so be patient

Warnings: 18+, smut, implied cheating (sort of), oral (f receiving) 

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Cregan Stark wasn't immune to your charms. It didn’t take him long to fall under the spell of the Queen’s daughter, captivated by your breathtaking beauty and fierce determination. 

Since the day you and Jacaerys landed in Winterfell, you and the northern Lord had many occasions of getting physically closer, but Cregan refused to engage in anything with someone who was already promised to another. He didn’t want that kind of trouble. 

Yet, he found himself drawn to your presence, unable to deny the stirring of emotions you awakened within him whenever you were around. He felt drawn to you in a way he had never experienced before.

But control was more difficult when he had a few cups of wine at supper. 

Cregan stopped at the junction of the guest wing and his private quarters, the flickering torch lights casting shadows on the stone walls of Winterfell. ‘’I should not accompany you to your chamber tonight, Princess,’’ he said, his voice thick with restraint as you walked through the corridors.

‘’Why not?’’ you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stepped closer to him. ‘’You agreed on a cup of wine.’’

‘’I did. But I'm afraid I will not be able to resist to temptations if I am alone with you,’’ Cregan admitted, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of desire and hesitation. ‘’And I cannot give in to such desires.’’ 

You chuckled softly, leaning against the cold stone wall and looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. ‘’And what’s so wrong with a little temptation?’’ You paused for a moment, your gaze wandering over his tall frame, taking in his rugged features and muscular build. You bit your lower lip gently before continuing. ‘’Is the Lord of the North not allowed to indulge in pleasure?’’ 

Cregan's breath hitched as he struggled to keep his composure. ‘’I am allowed to indulge in pleasure, Princess. But you are already promised to another man,’’ he said, the long silver hair and black eyepatch of Aemond Targaryen flashing through his mind. ‘’Giving in to my desires would make my people question my honor toward others.’’

Your feelings for Aemond had once been true and pure, which led to your betrothal. It was also a good way to unite the families. A date had been set for your wedding and ravens had been sent through the realms announcing the big day, but your grandsire died and Aemond became a traitor to the crown. It didn’t surprise you that he stood by his brother’s side. Aemond had always been loyal to his family, it was part of who he was. What surprised you was the raven the Greens sent to Dragonstone to summon you to King’s Landing and bend the knee to their new King. 

Saying goodbye to the person you once loved was difficult, but you could not see yourself at the side of someone who supported the man who stole your mother’s throne. 

‘’Aemond Targaryen supports the usurper. Our betrothal is no more. I belong to no man,’’ you declared. 

Cregan leaned closer to you, his body only a few inches apart from yours. His eyes roamed over your features, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. ‘’Does he know?’’ he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You slid your hand up the thick leather of his chest, feeling the warmth of him beneath your touch. ‘’Who I bed is no longer his concern.’’

Cregan held his breath as you touched him, holding back from pressing himself to you against the wall and crashing his lips on yours. ‘’Gods, Princess, you drive me mad with your words,’’ he confessed, his voice a low growl.

You pushed your teasing further, feeling his self-control about to snap. ‘’Are you afraid of taking a princess to bed, Lord Stark?’’ 

The control he had tried to maintain snapped. Your words and touch awakened something within him, igniting a fire that he could no longer keep at bay. A soft gasp left your lips as Cregan closed the distance between you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you. His strong hands found their way to your hips, gripping you tightly, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, pressing you firmly against the cold stone wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both of you lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting you were in a corridor where anyone could walk by.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his body pressed against yours and tangled one of your hands into his dark hair, your slender fingers running through it as you held onto his broad shoulder with the other. Cregan’s grip on your thigh was iron strong and possessive. 

He wanted you. 

He pushed his body even closer to yours, his lips leaving your mouth and trailing down your jawline, to your neck, where he began to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin there. You wanted to tear his clothes — and tear your clothes — and see if wolves treated their women better than dragons.

‘’I think we should take this to your chambers, Lord Stark. How scandalous would it be if anyone were to their Lord with the Dragon Princess?’’

The door echoed as it shut behind you. Without losing any time, Cregan pulled you in another kiss as he began to disrobe. You unbuckled your own cloak, letting it fall off your shoulders, and helped Cregan with the buckles of his leather doublet. Why were there so many? 

Once you were both out of your clothes, he carried you to his bed. Depositing you gently on the soft furs before joining you, pinning you beneath him. The fire in the hearth was keeping your naked body from shivering, and casting a soft glow on your skin. You felt the press of Cregan’s cock against your thigh, hard and warm, and reached for it, air catching in your throat at the size. 

The Northern Lord trailed kisses on your hot skin and moved further down your body until he was lying on his stomach, using his elbows to keep himself upright. He gently parted your legs, his fingers brushing over the inside of your thighs as he took in the beauty of your pretty pussy, his mouth watering for a taste. 

Cregan placed a kiss on your mound, smirking when he heard you gasp softly. His lips moved lower, and his eyes drinking in your every reaction, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping your lips making him even more determined to drive you wild with pleasure. He was going to show you how men kiss their women in the North. 

Soon, you were mess on the furs as he tongue licked and teased your pussy. Your legs were folded to expose you more, and Cregan kept a tight grip on your trembling thighs. Your back arched from the bed, accompanied by a loud whine as you reached down to grab his hair and guide his face closer to you. 

‘’Kessa! Lua doing bona!’’ (Yes! Keep doing that!) 

The High Valyrian words had spilled from your tongue without realizing. Although Cregan didn’t understand a single word, he assumed he was doing a good job and continued working skillfully with his mouth to bring you to the edge of madness.

He swiped his tongue over your swollen clit, relishing in the sounds he was drawing from you. He loved hearing the moans and gasps that escaped your lips, knowing that he was the one causing them. 

You rocked your hips into him, practically riding his face, and Cregan moaned, his cock twitching — and leaking — between his stomach and the furs. ‘’Needy, are we, Princess?’’ he teased, his voice low as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. 

Pulling on his hair again, you forced his mouth back on you. ‘’No more talking.’’

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Sweet vengeance. // Gwayne Hightower x Cole!Reader (sister of Criston Cole)

Summary: After the encounter with Criston Cole, they return to the keep after successfully defending the territory, almost as if the gods were calling out for him to seek revenge; he ends up bumping into you.

WARNINGS: smut, mdni, porn with plot (a little bit too much plot ig), unprotected p in v sex, slight breeding kink, cunnilingus, oral (f. receiving) interrupted orgasm at the end, cumming inside, Gwayne is an absolute asshole to Criston, purity culture, virginity loss, profanity, age gap (left it up interpretation, but the reader is in her 20s and Gwayne in his 40s), doesn't follow the show plot it's a literal fic which I altered heavily + not proofread.

WC: 2.7k

A/N: here comes the promised gwayne x cole!reader fic, I've teased it ever since that confrontation episode dropped and now finally I'm able to publish it 😭 // divider credits: @cafekitsune

Gwayne walked through the corridors furiously, stomping his feet inside the red keep, departing to his guest chambers in a hurried manner, trying to stay calm.

He just returned from the battle, successfully defeating the invasion of the blacks into King's Landing, securing the land for themselves as Aemond ruled as Prince regent. However, there was only one thing on his mind.

His sister's tainted honour.

Amidst everything, he had gotten Criston to confess and admit that he was sleeping with the Queen, he was disgusted by the revelation. Wasn't Criston a kingsguard? Vowing to not seek pleasures or taint his cloak?

He felt sick in the stomach, wanting to empty it out, regardless of the fact that there is nothing inside.

His feet tapped against the stone floor harshly, his armour clanking with every step forward, he took a harsh turn at the end of the path only for his body to hit something that came from the opposite direction, causing him to stumble two steps backward. He took a moment to collect himself and straighten his posture, wanting to see what it was that he bumped into.

He looked down, shocked to see you on the ground. You broke the impact of the fall with your hands, which proved to be a bad idea considering how the force made them give up immediately, crashing your butt onto the ground. “Ouch.” You clenched your eyes shut as a burning sensation spread through your buttox.

You glared at the reason for your fall, eyes widening on the realisation that it was Ser Gwayne Hightower. “Seven hells, I apologise my lady, are you alright?” Gwayne is quick to apologise, extending his out, waiting for you to grab it and get up.

You gently place your hand in his, his palm closing immediately as he grips onto you while you get off the ground. “Ser Gwayne, I apologise, it was me who was at fault.” You bow, dusting off your gown with one of your hands.

“If it is not rude, might I ask who you are? I have not ever seen you around before, yet you seem to know me.” He speaks politely, giving you a small smile and you nod. “I am Y/N Cole, I know you very well Ser, your knighthood isn't unheard of.” You praise him.

“Y/N Cole… ? Are you related to Ser Criston Cole perhaps?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows as his grip tightens around your hand. “Yes Ser Gwayne, He is my elder brother.” You reply.

Gwayne was not aware that Criston had a sister.

He took in your form, eyes trailing down from your face to your neck, to your breasts and further downwards, analysing you quite intently, “Mhm, I did not know he had a sister.” Gwayne shrugs, still not letting go of your hand. “He is quite overprotective, so he doesn't mention my existence to his peers.” You admit embarrassedly, looking down and biting your lip. He stared at you for a moment too long, the like of dots being connected as his mind sketches out a plan of action. His expression almost betrayed him as his face bloomed into a wide smile.

Oh you sweet little thing.

He could not believe that Criston had a younger sister. It's almost as if the Gods are etching him on to trudge this path, but he was not going to complain. It felt like he won a war when he realised this fact.

He can use you against Criston.

Perhaps he will make Criston feel the same thing he felt.

He smiles widely at you, bringing your hand upwards and pressing his lips to your knuckles. You blush at this gesture and give him a soft smile in return. “If you may excuse me, I have to take my leave, my lady. I've returned from war and my state.. is well.” He looks at himself and you chuckle, “It is alright.” You reply and he smiles. “Let's go on a stroll next time, yeah?” He speaks in a questioning manner, your eyes widen at the offer but you nod immediately.

Those walks became more frequent as you both enjoyed each other's company quite a lot. Gwayne found you much more bearable than criston, he's aware of the fact that he is an elitist. Holding himself at great stature as he comes from the Hightower family. So any other house that is not in power or he hasn't heard of; he acts like an ass to them.

But he found himself being lenient on you, perhaps to butter you up for the feast he's planning to have. His thoughts have been a mess for the past few days. He at first began to plan on how to execute the plan and take your maidenhead and let the keep hear it. But the ratio of the execution and sexual part became heavily unequal as he wanted to indulge fully in you.

You were beautiful, your skin was pretty, the way your hair was styled, exposing your neck from behind. He wanted to bend you over the ledge and fuck you. You would be so confused he assumes.

Have you had your first orgasm? Did you ever touch yourself?

You were from Dorne so you must know of the deprived acts right? But he notes how young you are, likely spending your entire life here in Kings Landing with Cole.

It was one of those usual garden walks you went on with Gwayne, walking in silence as you both had nothing to talk about, this was no means foreign to you, there would always be silence sometimes during your walks; but this time it felt tense.

Like the feeling of a volcano before it erupts.

You both were standing over the parapet of the backside in the keep, noticing how the waters flowed gently. You felt him move, standing right behind you, pressing himself against you.

“My lady.” He whispers in your ear and you turn your head slightly, not reacting in any way, “H-hmm?” You reply in nervousness his hands moved up your sides in a sensual manner. You stood there frozen.

He grabs you by your shoulder and spins you around so that you're facing, placing his hands on both the sides of your frame; preventing any escape. “Are you promised to any man yet? Your beauty is otherworldly.” He asks, his eyes staring right into you, his voice was sweet yet held a hint of his perverse desire for you.

You shake your head no.

“Such a pity.” He mocks, one of his hands coming to grip your cheek. He pauses for a moment, staring at your lips before looking into your eyes waiting for you to say something; yet you remain quiet as your heart beats loudly in your chest.

He takes it as a cue to press his lips against yours closing his eyes; fully indulging himself onto you as he groans at how soft your lips feel, his own move against yours in a soft manner, a gentle pull of a wave.

It was your first kiss, never having done this with anyone before, it felt odd; but in a good way, his lips felt soft against yours, he waited for you to reciprocate— giving you all the time you needed to process this.

One of his hands rested on your hips, using it as leverage to pull you closer, pressing your bodies together while the other positioned itself against the back of your head pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You responded a while later, learning through the process, moving your lips in a rhythmic motion with his, he muttered something against your lips which you weren't able to process as your mind was hazy. Something about this kiss was shooting immense pleasure down your body; increasing the heat between your legs.

He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath while staring at your lips, noticing the string of saliva that was still connecting you both. He hums before capturing your lips once again but with even more fervour this time. He pushes back until your butt hits the ledge before he places you on it, not breaking the kiss at all.

He plants himself between your legs as his hands roam around all over your body in desperation, sometimes gripping your waist or your soft breasts, squeezing your flesh as he grips onto you tightly.

He breaks the kiss abruptly before he suddenly kneels, you look at him confused until you notice that he's hiking your skirts up, revealing your intimate area. “Ser, this might be inappropriate—” You try to protest but not knowing what to expect, but circles his arms around your thighs pulling you close as he disappears before your legs.

You watch curiously when you feel his warm breath on your cunt. You shriek in surprise when you feel his tongue run across your fdd before he fully takes in your cunt.

You squirm uncontrollably as he works his wonders on your cunt; causing you to grip his hair tightly and push yourself further into his face, you let out small moans, hoping that no one would pass by this area and catch you both in this compromised position.

You place your other hand on the ledge to support yourself from falling before closing your eyes and fully enjoying what he's doing to you. His tongue laps hungrily at your folds, licking them up and down before he suckles on your clit harshly, flicking the bud with his tongue before capturing it wholly again with his mouth.

He groans into your cunt, enthralled by the sensation of having your soft folds in his mouth, he enjoyed it way too much than he'd like to admit, wanting to be forever stuck in between your legs.

You feel a sudden heat building up in your abdomen as he continues his actions, “U-uhm Ser Gwayne— I think something is happening.” You tell him unsure which makes him speed up his movements.

Without warning, you're hit with a plethora of euphoria, your back automatically arching and your voice letting out a loud moan as the feeling hits you in waves. He suckles on your cunt for a minute to let you ride out your orgasm before coming out your skirt.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you see how his lips were coated with your wetness which makes you look away in shyness, he gets back up on his feet before grabbing your chin and tilting your head slightly to make you look at him.

He doesn't say anything but only stares at you as he slowly connects both your lips once again, making you take your own essence. He grinds against you, pressing his now hard bulge in between your thighs as he dry humps you.

He tears away from the kiss with a wet pop, not wasting any time in undoing his breeches, revealing his cock to you, your eyes widened at the sheer size and girth of it. “I-i don't think it will fit?” You stare at him which makes him smirk a little, “It will my lady, I shall see it does.” He replies before bunches up your skirt, making your cunt come into view.

He slowly lines himself against your entrance, his tip kissing the entryway gently as he slowly closes in, pushing it inch by inch. He places his hand on both your sides as you grip him for support, the stretch stinging a little bit.

It takes a while but he's fully inside now, and slowly he begins to move, he grabs a hold of your waist with one of his hands so you don't fall over the edge, he pushes your body against his, making it so as if you're hugging him.

You wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he rams into you, thrusting in and out; causing you to bounce along with him, he grunts into your ear, whispering sweet things.

“Seven hells, you feel so divine.” He whispers against your ear, causing you to clench involuntarily; which makes him gasp in shock, “Jeez—” He drops his head onto your shoulder, now fully gripping you by his arms around your waist as he rams further and further into you. “Fuck, I'm about to finish— should I do it inside you? Fill you up with my seed huh? Make you carry my babes?” He groans, the idea of you being pregnant with his children driving him insane, it would always be a good way to get back at Criston.

You feel him hitting your sweet spot inside you, prodding it with his tip every thrust. His pace falters as he reaches his end, with a final thrust— he finishes with a loud moan of your name as he pulls back and recaptures your lips, kissing you with even more hunger.

He keeps thrusting, wanting you go finish as well, you were about to; almost reaching the breaking point— “What in the seven fucking hells is going on here?!” The shout of a familiar voice makes you snap out of the trance, Gwayne halts and you both immediately look to the place of origin.

It was your brother, Criston.

His expression contained that of both anger and shock, Gwanye quickly pulls himself out of you and puts his breeches back on and you get off the ledge and pull your skirts down and pat the wrinkles down.

“B-brother I— I can explain, it was me—” You begin, “Be quiet, Y/N.” He grits his teeth, cutting you off from speaking as his eyes shoot daggers into Gwayne, whose face is now bearing a smug expression.

“You fucking bastard!” Criston yells before he reaches over and grabs Gwayne, throwing him to the ground before punching his face. Gwayne dodges it, holding his hands down. “It is not so nice when you discover that someone has been fucking your sister, is it?” Gwayne remarks which angers Criston further.

A group of guards rush over putting an end to this fight, pulling the two men apart as you stand there in shock, shaking as if you were scared of both the men.

The next thing you know, You, Gwayne, Criston were all standing before the dowager queen as she looked at you all three in questioning ways. “What has happened?” She directs her question to Gwayne who raises an eyebrow.

Gwayne doesn't answer, “This b- Lord Gwayne was—” Criston swallows as he looks at you, “He was caught in a compromising position with my sister.” He blurts out, “And what was the compromising position that made you raise your hand on my brother, Ser Cole? They could have just been together—” Alicent wanders off.

“He was fucking my sister.” Criston grits his teeth, spitting the words out like venom, causing Alicent to cut herself off. She goes silent as she looks over at her brother, “Is this true?” She asks and Gwayne nods, “Yes my Queen, how can a man hold himself back at the sight of such a maiden? Besides, she wasn't opposed to the idea.” Gwayne speaks out, his words angering Criston ever more.

“Y-yes your grace, I wasn't opposed to it.” You jump in defending Gwayne which makes me smile at you, making Criston look at you in disbelief.

“My Queen, he has tainted her, he has ruined her, who will marry her now?” Criston brings up a valid point which makes the Queen get lost in thought, you put your head down, ashamed of it.

“I shall, I will marry her.” Gwayne volunteers which makes everyone look at him in shock. He only offers a smile.

He wasn't doing it out of kindness or anything, he knew that by marrying you, Criston will experience the same torment and anguish Gwayne felt when he discovered the truth of Criston and Alicent, except it will be a hundred times worse because Criston has no way to avenge himself, for he cannot marry Alicent.

He'll have to suffer, watch his little sister marry Gwayne, become his wife and a mother of his children, every step will be a stab in a vital organ to Criston.

Was Gwayne going a bit too far? Perhaps, yet it didn't matter, for the situation only benefits him. Not only will Criston be tormented by this relationship but he will have you as his pretty wife whom he can fuck and ruin all he wants.

Gwayne is a selfish man.

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THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x READER ) [ Final Part ]

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: King Aegon Targaryen x Little Sis! Reader prompt: Aegon would do anything, if it meant killing every ratcatcher or gold cloak in the city, he'd so. word count: 1, 000+ words

You wept and wept. Aegon feared that you would never be able to stop. Helaena was no better, locking herself up and shutting down. The two of you spiraled into madness and tears. It only made him drink and rage more. He hated to see you cry. You were supposed to be the happy one out of all of your siblings.

Aegon was the drunken mess, needing to be put in line. Helaena was the odd one, in a dream-like state. You were the perfect little angel, his perfect little angel. Aemond was the brooding one, face pulled into a stupid brooding look. Daeron was the forgotten one.

Now you were the broken one. Rhaenyra has stolen your smile. Rhaenyra had stolen his perfect little angel from him. She took the good from you, leaving him with a broken mess. A mess he wasn't sure of how to repair. So, he was going to do what he did best. He was going to get even.

If Rhaenyra wanted to take the one good thing he had in his life from him. He was going to burn everything she cared about to ash. Even if it made him a monster in the eyes of his own Court. Because you were worth burning the world down.

Blood and Cheese. Blood was one of his men, or now a former man of the City Watch. Cheese was a rat-catcher. That's how they knew how to get into the Red Keep. They were paid to kill Aegon's son. The worst part of all it had to be the fact that your son was "just in the way". They had no reason to kill him. He wasn't the one they had been paid to kill. They just killed him because he was in the way of things.

Blinking back the tears in his eyes, Aegon stares at the club in his hand, the metal rusted and jagged. Blood's words confession ringing in his ears. They killed his son for a debt, but yours because they thought of him in the way. Collateral damage. That was your son was, fucking collateral damage. Nodding his head for a moment, he thought of not killing the man, just leaving him to rot. But, another part of him truly wanted to see him bleed.

"You killed my son. You killed my sister's whole world." Aegon states, his voice cold. "My sister's loved their son's. And you just killed them."

"The Seven will never forgive you for this." Blood blubber's out, "To kill me.."

"Ah, yes, but the Seven aren't here, now are they?" Aegon mocks, adjusting his grip on the club.

Motioning around the Black Cell's, there was nothing but the rats and darkness there. No one to hear Blood's screams. No one there to help. It was just Blood and Aegon. Alone. Looking at the jagged end of the club, Aegon brushes his thumb over it, seeing it was sharp enough to cut. Though it would not be smooth or painless.

"You can fuck with me all you want. You can beat me. You can mock me." Aegon states, "Do as you please to me and I can endure it."

Blood sobs, the chains around his arms and legs clanging and jiggling loudly. Mercy was below, Aegon now. Mercy was not shown to his son or yours. Why the fuck should he show it to Blood?

"See, my friend. The thing is, you made my sister's cry." Aegon's face goes deadly cold, "I don't like bastard's that make my sister's cry."

Bringing the metal club down onto the man's head, he doesn't stop, unable to stop thinking of you. The way you wept, sobs full of heartache. The way you clung onto him, the blood on your nightgown seeping into his own clothes. The way the bastard made you cry. The way the bastard made you feel so unsafe in your own home.

The way the bastard made you doubt him. The way the bastard made you think he was a liar. Feeling a hand grab onto his forearm, he's pulled out of his daze, now realizing the man was now dead. His head caved in a bloody mess. Dropping the club, he takes a step back, licking his lips. He can taste blood on it, though it was not his own.

A son for a son. A son for a son. A son for a son. They got there son. Now a debt was now owed, on behalf of your son. The cycle repeating over and over again. Lucerys died, Jaehaerys died in payment. Your son died, now Rhaenyra would die in payment.

"Your grace?" A kingsguard asks, "What shall we do with the body?"

"Feed him to the pig's. I have no desire for time or a hole to be wasted upon him." Aegon spits at the corpse for good measure.

Hearing the door to the chambers open, you couldn’t find the strength to get up from bed, clinging onto the blanket. You could still smell your son on it. He smelt of lemon cakes and mud. He always loved to steal the frosting off the lemon cakes, just like Aegon did. He was just a boy. He was innocent. Why him? Why? Feeling tears bubbling up, you did not wish to ponder on your son’s death. It forced you to think of the sounds of a head being sawed off.

Feeling the bed dip for a moment, you look over to see Aegon there, his doublet and breeches soaked in blood. Blood’s blood. Sniffling softly, Aegon leans over to you, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. It was comforting to be touched and tended to like this, like you were still a child and not a woman grown with responsibilities and duties. Like everything was still okay.

"It is done." He whispers, nodding his head.

You don’t say anything, not being able to find the right words. Even if you could, what would you say? “Oh, that is so amazing to hear from you, dear brother.” or some other bullshit. 

"You have my word, I swear it upon my life. I will burn everything down that Rhaenyra loves." Aegon pledges, "From her favorite tailor to her favorite child. I will avenge your son, sister."

"Aegon.." You croak out, trying to find your voice. 

"I will kill her myself. I’ll fucking feed her to my dragon.” He vows, “No one will remember the name Rhaenyra Targaryen, when I am done.”

“Aegon..” You try again, voice barely above a whisper. 

"She'd be a fucking myth. She'll be a fucking ghost of the Red Keep. No, no, not even that. I won't even let her haunt the Red Keep."

He doesn’t hear you, clearly swept up in his plots and plans for revenge on your behalf. His words left not a drop of comfort.

“I will do anything that you ask of me. Just tell me what it is that you wish and I shall do it. I’ll kill whoever you wish⎯" He rambles on and on. 

"Egg." You whisper, tears bubbling up.

The childhood nickname falling out of your lips naturally. You did not wish for grand words, for grand promises, or grand actions to be done in your name or favor. That was meaningless. Mayhaps when the grief dimmed, you would wish for revenge for your son. But, for now, at this moment. You just wanted your big brother to hug you. You wanted things to be back as they once were. Here you were just Y/n and he was just Aegon, your big brother. Not the King.

Feeling the tears bubble up more and more, you sniffle, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. You watch through teary eyes as he goes deadly still. You did not regret saying his old nickname. You just wanted to feel as safe and happy as you used to be in your childhood. You wanted to escape from the crushing reality that your son was dead and war was invincible now. Mayhaps it was childish. But, you wanted to be okay once more.

"Y/n.." He whispers, his face crumbling.

"Just hold me like you used to do." You whimper out, “Please.”

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Don't take my love away | j. velaryon

Warnings: spoiler! for the book, HEAVY!angst, twincest (let's be honest they are targaryen), their age has been changed, mention of sex (nothing descriptive), inspiration from Billie Eillish - CHIHIRO

Word Count: +1900

MASTERLIST

She remembered their first kiss. 

Innocent, because it was both their first time doing it.

Forbidden, because they shouldn't do it.

Jace was her twin brother. He was born just a few minutes after her. They were always together.

Maybe that was why it seemed inevitable. Or maybe that night, when they were both two–and–ten and fought with Aemond, they needed each other more than usual. 

Which wasn't true, because they had spent every moment together for years. 

Maybe it was the emotions that were running through them. Certainly hers, because even though the stealing of Vhagar was behind them, the maesters had dressed the wound on Jace's head and the one she had on her forehead, the adrenaline was still pumping through them. 

She remembered that they had both escorted Lucerys to his chambers and waited until their younger brother had fallen asleep from exhaustion. That evening – or even that morning – they both said Luce had been incredibly brave in standing up for them and taking Aemond's eye. They had also known that, as his older siblings, they should have been defending him, not the other way. They both felt a pang of guilt, and maybe that was the reason they had kissed.

She remembered that when they had finally reached Jacaerys's chambers, he had kept saying that he should have been faster, braver, more observant. He panicked, and she was afraid her brother wouldn't be able to control his breathing.

And then she kissed him. It had been a completely innocent kiss, but it had also been a confirmation that they meant so much more to each other than mere siblings.

She remembered his first touch. One where he touched her like a man could touch a woman.

They were six–and–ten, and the whole act seemed uncertain, even awkward. They didn't know what they were doing, and all they thought about was being as close to each other as possible.

This time, it wasn't just emotions that influenced it. They were completely aware of what they were doing and didn't think for a moment about stopping it. 

They wanted each other, their kisses and touch.

They didn't care about the consequences, or that they shouldn’t have done it. They both knew that sooner or later they would be forced to marry someone neither of them loved, and they shouldn't get so attached to each other when it was only a matter of time before they had to part ways.

But they couldn't stop. 

The thought of not being by each other's side was destroying their hearts to the core.

She remembered the first I love you he said to her, not as a brother, but as a man.

It was the day their mother found out about their forbidden affair and she couldn't do anything else but announce that they would get married. That evening, Jace came to her chamber, or rather rushed inside. She was sitting nervously in front of her mirror and combing her hair, when the sound of the door opening made her turn around.

“Jace…” she started, but he was quickly at her side. He grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her up, and then placed his hands on her cheeks. “What are you doing?"”

“I just wanted you to know how much I love you,” he confessed as honestly as she had never heard it. She felt as if her whole insides were melting under the influence of his words, as well as his gaze full of love and devotion. “You are my whole world. My life. Without you, there is no me. I love you like nothing else. I love you more than I love myself. You are the only one. You will always be.”

She had tears in her eyes when she heard his words, and at the same time she was unable to stop the charming smile and the blush that spread across her cheeks. She was happy and finally understood all those love stories she had read. In books, the couple in love were never related to each other, but in their case, she thought that it only worked in their favour.

It was inevitable.

“I love you too, Jacaerys. And I don't want to live without you. You’re everything I have and what matters to me. Our hearts are connected forever.” She confessed a moment before she connected their lips.

The kiss was calm at first, as if she just wanted to confirm her words with it. However, it quickly turned into a hot, lustful one. Her hands quickly landed in his curls, and his lifted her nightgown to her waist and stopped at her completely exposed thighs and hips. Jace lifted her up and led them to her bed. He laid her on the satin sheets, joining her immediately.

This time they knew exactly what they were doing. They both knew their bodies and knew how to extract the sweetest sounds of pleasure from each other. Their hands were clasped together the whole time, as if to make sure that it was real. She felt shivers every time he kissed her body, and Jace did not hold back to show her that everything she did was the sweetest pleasure for him.

When he entered her, their eyes met and they both connected their lips in a thirsty kiss. Their bodies moved in complete sync, as if this was what they were made for – to be together in the most intimate way possible, the closest they could be. She saw stars in her eyes, and when she came with his name on her lips, and Jace right after her, she thought this was exactly what she wanted. 

A future with Jacaerys. 

She saw them together, their children, and the whole happy, long life that lay ahead of them.

But that future didn't include them being embroiled in a bloody war. The Dance of the Dragons, they called it.

From the very beginning, they had to deal with the loss of loved ones. Lucerys, Rhaenys... Death came to them one by one, and both feared that it would eventually come for them. But every time it didn't, the fear was still there. Maybe it was their stupid luck that kept them alive. Or – as she liked to say – this world wouldn't be able to accept their deaths. They had to live because they loved each other so much that they wouldn't be able to survive without the other.

And she was rarely wrong.

And yet, this time she was.

The Battle of the Gullet was completely chaotic. The Velaryon fleet was fighting against the Triarchy with exceptional ferocity. But she didn't pay attention to which side had the upper hand at the moment. Her only goal was to find Jacaerys and Vermax. 

She didn't think she should even be there. Even though Vermithor, who had been her companion for many years, burned every enemy ship to ashes, giving the Velaryon fleet a slight advantage, all she could do was look around for the sight of the familiar dragon and its rider.

She remembered how the four of them had gone for rides many times. The young Vermax had always been relatively witty and ready to have fun with Vermithor. The old dragon might seem to ignore his younger brethren, but in the end, the two were very much bonded, in the same way as their riders.

Finally, she spotted Vermax, and somewhere on his back sat Jacaerys. Bolts and arrows flew towards them, and her heart was pounding as she realised that Jacaerys was too low and much more vulnerable to attack. She needed to do everything she could to protect them together with Vermithor, not even caring about her own safety.

However, she was unable to stop the bolts that hit Vermax. The dragon let out a terrible scream and began to fall down with its rider.

“JACE!” She screamed in horror. Her eyes misted and tears filled, and at that moment Vermithor was responsible for what had to be done. He fell down after the dead dragon, and all she could see was Vermax's body falling into the water. 

"We have to find him" she said to the dragon and Vermithor just screamed loudly and breathed fire that consumed one of the enemy ships. They circled for a while looking for Jacaerys until she finally managed to spot him on the beach not far from the fight. She could hear the sounds of battle clearly, so when she saw Jace standing on his own two feet, she knew she had to get him out of there as soon as possible before someone realised he was still alive.

Vermithor landed hard on the beach, and she slid down on his wing and ran to her brother. 

Jace was weak and wet. She also noticed an arrow in his arm, but the wound didn't seem serious enough to prevent them from escaping together.

“Y/N” she didn't hear him say her name, but she saw his lips moving. 

Jace breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was okay, and she did everything to get to him as quickly as possible. 

They were only a few metres away. 

A few steps away and then she would be able to take him in her arms and save him.

However, fate can be cruel. It takes away what we love without warning.

Neither she nor Jace noticed the arrow that was shot straight into his back. Jace stopped mid–step and staggered on his feet, and she had the impression that he was experiencing some worst nightmare. However, she didn't give up and still believed that they had a chance to survive. That she would manage to save him and get him to Dragonstone, where the maester would heal every wound on his body. 

There was still a chance. 

She believed in it with every fiber of her being, because if she lost him, she would die with him.

She was almost there when another arrow whistled. Jace watched her as she approached, as if he knew what was about to happen. 

There was no other thought in his head but her.

They had come into the world together. And she was also supposed to be there when he was about to leave it.

“Y/N” he ​​said to her before the last arrow hit his neck.

Jace fell, and she caught him in her arms at the last moment.

“Jace?” She whispered nervously, her voice breaking. “Jaecerys, wake up!” She touched his face, and his skin was still hot, just like it was always when she touched her. Hot dragon blood. “Jace, I beg you. I can’t live in a world without you.”

Her prayers were in vain, and when she kissed him for the last time, he was already dead.

She remembered their first kiss, touch, and declaration of love.

But she never wanted to remember the last time she tasted his lips, how he looked at her with love and told her he loved her. Their story had no right to end in such a drastic way.

They were only twenty. Their whole lives ahead of them. They deserved more time. 

They were supposed to be king and queen after they helped their mother get back what was rightfully hers. 

He had no right to die in front of her, and above all, to leave her alone in this cruel world.

She never believed in gods, but if one of them stood before her and asked her what she wanted, her answer would be only one.

Don’t take my love away from me.

She didn’t want to stay in this world when he was gone.

[endless-ineffabilities]

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modern Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

a/n: this is me veering off yet again from my release schedule smh. this doesn't have the taglist cause it was just that spontaneous. warning — sad! so if this makes you cry, don't hold me accountable. happy (hehe) reading! <3

masterlist

A brief chronicle of lack, loss, and enduring love.

Aemond Targaryen had always known grey.

Grey skies. Grey halls. Grey hearts.

It had been his constant, the ever-present haze that cloaked his life. He learned to live in its monotony, to thrive in its bleakness. The son of a mother whose love felt conditional and a father whose gaze slipped over him as though he were nothing at all. He'd spent his childhood yearning, aching for something he couldn’t name, for someone who might see him—not as a pawn or a promise, but simply as himself.

By the time he met you, he had stopped searching. Life had become mechanical, a series of tasks to accomplish and milestones to conquer. It was easy to be cold when the world around him was cold, easy to remain untouchable when nothing touched him. And then you walked into his life.

It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't some dramatic, thunderclap moment. It was a quiet shift, almost imperceptible, like the first threads of dawn light creeping into the sky. He didn't know it then, couldn't have known it, but that was the beginning of everything.

"How did you know?" people would ask, curious about the great love of his life.

He would smile, faintly wistful, and reply with three simple words.

"I just knew."

The sheer magnitude of the truth reduced to just that. For how could he put into words the way his life had slowly begun to bleed bright with colour when you entered it? How could he explain the transformation of a man who had resigned himself to the shadows, now basking in the warmth of sunlight?

He remembered the first time he truly saw you—not with his eyes, but with his heart. It wasn't at a gala or a grand meeting. No, it was something so ordinary it almost felt divine. You had been reading, your legs tucked beneath you on a weathered bench, your brow furrowed in concentration. The world bustled around you, but you were still, serene amidst the chaos. And when you looked up at him, your eyes alight with curiosity and mirth, it was as if something within him had clicked into place.

There was nothing remarkable about that day. The air smelled faintly of rain; a vendor nearby shouted about roasted chestnuts. But something in the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way your lips quirked up when you caught him staring—it was as though the universe had paused, holding its breath just for you.

You spoke to him like he was a person, not a title or a symbol. You saw him—not the polished mask he wore, but the man beneath it. It was downright terrifying. It was exhilarating. It was strange and new.

He had gone home that night, pacing the length of his too-large apartment, replaying your conversation in his head. How you'd laughed at something he said—an offhand remark he didn't think would land. How your laugh had been this pure, unguarded thing, echoing in his chest like the first notes of a symphony.

He stayed awake watching the shadows shift on his ceiling, wondering if it was possible to miss someone he barely knew.

"Why do you love me?" you asked him once, your head resting on his chest as the two of you lay entwined.

He had laughed, a sound so rare it startled even him. "Why would I not?" he replied, but you pressed on, your fingers tracing patterns against his skin.

He hadn't known how to answer then, but he wished he had. He should have explained that all the grey turned into beautiful technicolour when you saw him for who he truly was. He should have thanked you for giving meaning to a life that had been a series of empty victories. He should have confessed that with you, everything—everything—felt sharper, brighter, alive.

Instead, he told you about the small things. How you sang off-key in the shower, unapologetically loud. How you left sticky notes with roughly drawn hearts on his desk when you knew he'd had a rough day. How you made him try new foods and giggled aloud when he turned beet red at something spicy.

You had kissed him then, murmuring something about him being a sentimental sap. But he saw the way your eyes shone, felt the way your fingers lingered against his cheek, and he knew you understood.

Slowly, then all at once, you became his everything.

And then you were gone.

Illness stole you from him like a thief in the night. It was cruel and unforgiving, and he could do nothing but watch as the light in your eyes dimmed, as your body grew frail and fragile in his arms. He raged against it, against the sheer injustice of it all, but it made no difference.

He remembered the day you told him. You had sat him down in the kitchen, your hands trembling as they cradled a steaming cup of tea. He could still see the way the sunlight had hit your face, catching the tear that slid down your cheek as you spoke.

"I'm so sorry. You should know that I never want to leave you, my love," you had whispered. And he shattered.

You had fought. God, how you had fought. Through the surgeries and the chemo, the endless cycle of hope and inevitable heartbreak. But even as your body betrayed you, you never lost the spark that made you you. Even when you were too weak to speak, you'd scribble little notes for him, teasing him about the books he left piled on the coffee table or reminding him to eat.

The day you slipped away, he thought the world would return to grey. That he would be swallowed by the emptiness again, consumed by the void of your absence. But he was wrong.

You had given him more than love.

You had given him life. And even in your absence, he could still feel you—everywhere. In the laughter of your children, Lucerys and Rhaenys, who carried your smile and your spirit. In the memories that lingered like phantoms, haunting and comforting all at once. In the way his world still held traces of you, as if it, too, refused to let you go.

He still told them your stories, weaving them into bedtime tales and rainy afternoons. How you had met. How you had danced barefoot in the kitchen. How you had loved them fiercely, even before they were born.

"Your mum would have loved your cooking," Aemond would say to Lucerys, even as he struggled to scrape the little boy's attempt at making eggs from the pan.

Or to Rhaenys, when she wrapped her small hand around his finger and asked why he looked so sad, he'd say, "Your mother laughed like you do. Just like that. Loud and big, like it couldn't be contained."

Aemond lived with your love, and he would continue to live with it. Because your love was not something that could be taken away, not by time, not by death. It was woven into the fabric of who he was, an indelible mark that nothing could erase.

But some days hurt more than others.

There were mornings when he woke up and reached for you before remembering you weren't there. Nights when he found himself staring at your side of the bed, the void in his chest sharp and unrelenting.

He missed you with an ache that would never fade, but he carried you with him, in every step, in every breath.

And when people asked him how he knew, how he had been so certain, he would smile that soft, wistful smile.

"I just knew," he would say.

Because even now, even in the bittersweet truth of your absence, he still did.

And he always will.

It was a Tuesday when Aemond found the first note.

He had been running late, fumbling through the chaos of the morning—Lucerys lost his shoes again, and Rhaenys refused to wear her coat. By the time the house was quiet and the children were at school, Aemond collapsed at his desk, dragging a hand through his silver hair. That's when he saw it: a small, yellow sticky note stuck to the corner of his laptop.

In a child's uneven scrawl, it read: "Don't forget to eat lunch, Dad!"

His breath caught.

The handwriting was different, messier, the letters tilting at odd angles, but the sentiment was the same. It was you, somehow, in Rhaenys' small, deliberate act of love.

He hadn't realized he was crying until a tear blurred the ink, smudging the little crooked heart she had drawn at the end.

Colour hadn't left his life—it only shifted, nestled into its beloved corners.

And for a man who had only known grey, it was more than enough.

[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (27)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: fingering, masturbation, sexual tension, smut, angst, dirty talk, kissing without consent, swearing ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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When her uncle decided that they would spend the night in Dragonstone for a moment she thought she had overheard herself − she was unable to contain her delight and outburst of joy at his words, feeling that he had somehow rewarded her for her efforts.

Or at least she thought he had.

His sudden change of plans was unlike him, and she was aware of that, knowing his nature.

He detested deviating from the plans he had previously made for himself.

However, she recognised that perhaps he wanted to show her and her family his sincere intentions, to prove that she was not just a prisoner in his eyes and that he, as her husband, could also sleep under their roof without being one.

She wasn't sure if she had ever been as happy in her life as she had been the moment she flew through the sky next to Vhagar, Caraxes and Syrax; her heart was filled with heat and hope, her uncle's words echoing in her mind like a sweet whisper.

I am proud of you.

Those words meant more to her than any of his other confessions.

Of course, his confession of love was a wonderful thing, but she had always been waiting for him to appreciate her as a person, not just a woman he saw by his side.

With this, she finally felt equal to him.

Her optimism extinguished as quickly as it had appeared as soon as she crossed the walls of the family fortress. Although her heart screamed with joy at the sight of familiar rooms, smells and sights, the faces of her brothers left her with no illusions.

She swallowed loudly as she saw the hateful look on Jace's face; she knew him and she knew that he was hurt.

He was disappointed and heartbroken, he felt humiliated and, deep down, betrayed by her, even though she never meant it.

Luke clearly didn't know what he felt himself, because he just lowered his head, unable to look into her eyes.

She felt a squeeze in her throat at the sight, a discomfort in her stomach that told her that perhaps this wasn't her home at all anymore.

She was no longer welcome here.

She was snapped out of her reverie by Rhaena − her step-sister was the first to approach her, warmth and longing in her gaze, some kind of understanding from which she felt tears under her eyelids. They hugged each other tightly, though they had never done so before − her words made her feel a tightening in her stomach.

"I'm so happy you're alive." She muttered in a breaking voice, and she smiled involuntarily at her words.

"Me too."

As Baela approached them, also enclosing her in the tight embrace of her arms, she thought with a shrug that even though she hadn't let them into the depths of her heart for so many years, they truly cared and worried about her.

At the very end Joffrey ran up to her, sobbing loudly.

"− why have you been so long in King's Landing? − why did you leave us? − Jace wouldn't read me my favourite book −" He mumbled cuddled into her belly, her hands combing through his dark curls with the calm motion of her fingers.

"− forgive me − I'm here −" She said softly, looking at her older brother and swallowed hard, seeing the murderous glances they exchanged over the table with her husband.

She looked at her mother, who nodded, understanding what she wanted to convey to her.

"You are certainly exhausted. Take up your old quarters, daughter, I will immediately command them to be brought to order and prepared for you." Rheanyra said calmly, and she bowed before her.

"Thank you, my Queen." She said softly, looking into her eyes. Her mother swallowed hard and nodded, allowing them to leave.

As they stepped inside her chamber, she felt a squeeze in her heart and some kind of elation; all her belongings were in their places exactly as she had left them, as if no one had been allowed in here since she had been forcibly held in the Red Keep.

She shuddered, snapped out of her reverie when her uncle moved ahead of her, strolling around the room with his hands folded behind his back, intrigued.

It seemed to her that some part of him wanted to understand what her life had been like and who she had been for the eight years during which they had been separated.

She saw him walk over to her old oak desk and run his fingers over its top, thoughtful.

"− is this here? −" He asked casually.

She felt heat in her lower abdomen at the thought that he meant the place where she had written letters to him.

"− yes −"

She swallowed quietly as he hummed at her words, watching as he sat in the chair where she sat many times leaning over the parchment, scribbling words on it meant only for his eyes. He tapped his finger on the armrest, turning to face her in profile as he gazed out of the window, apparently absorbed in memories.

She thought that although her return home had proved more uncomfortable than she had thought, she was grateful to him.

Whatever decision he had made that morning had led them here and was proof of his intentions.

"− we should rest, husband − if that's what you wish, we'll have supper alone −" She said quietly, smiling at him, wanting him to know she wouldn't force him to sit at the same table with her family.

She thought she would spend the evening with him, give him the feeling that she was not speaking with anyone behind his back, and perhaps in the morning, before they flew away, she would ask him so that she could speak to her mother at last in peace and solitude.

Comforted by this thought and the fact that it looked like all was not lost, she began to tell him about her life in Dragonstone, to show him the books she had written to him about in her letters, the places she had flown to on Larax.

It seemed to her that her husband was only partially listening to her; his gaze was thoughtful, his face expressed weariness and discouragement. She knew that something was making him uncomfortable and she suspected that it was about the place they were in; however, she did not know how to help him, to give him the feeling that neither he nor she was in danger here.

"− uncle − will you tell me what troubles you? −" She finally made an attempt to find out what had been on his mind since the morning. He shuddered at her words and looked at her with a horror as if he was about to faint.

"I'm tired." He replied quickly, without thinking, as if he wanted to answer her anything just to end the subject. She sighed quietly, recognising that she couldn't push him too hard.

Not after what they had managed to accomplish.

"Let's go to bed."

She felt a squeeze in her throat as, already lying on the bedding, she watched as he took out his dagger and tucked it under his pillow; she looked at him and met his calm, impassive gaze.

She decided not to say anything, understanding where his caution came from, not wanting to discourage or frustrate him.

She smiled involuntarily, content as his body clung to hers as soon as he lay at her side. She heard him murmur as she snuggled his face between her breasts, felt his arms embrace her waist and tighten around the material of her nightgown on her back.

She loved it when her mother sang lullabies to her when she was a child; it always calmed and soothed her. She had never dared to sing to him when they were children, fearing that her voice was too squeaky and unpleasant, but now she decided that maybe that was just what he needed.

So she sang, humming softly, once in a while placing a warm, lingering kiss on the top of his head − she felt his embrace slowly growing weaker, his muscles relaxing, his breathing quiet and even.

She sighed quietly feeling him fall asleep.

Someone's jerking and growling roused her from a deep sleep; when she opened her eyes for a moment she didn't know where she was or what was happening.

She recognised her chamber but did not know what her uncle was doing in it, convinced that he still had not answered her letters, as he had not done so for eight years.

After a moment, however, her mind seemed to regain focus and she remembered that she was his wife after all, and that his silhouette lying beside her was not a figment of her imagination.

She raised herself up on her elbow seeing that his body convulsed once in a while, as if he was trying to break free of something, whimpers and grunts came out of his throat, however, his mouth did not open, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes one by one.

"Uncle! Uncle, please, wake up!" She called out, grabbing his arm, feeling her heart pounding like crazy.

She was frightened and jumped back as his eye opened suddenly, his figure rose to sit up, and he began to pant like a wild animal, quivering all over. She looked at him in disbelief, horrified to hear that he was struggling to catch his breath.

Was he having nightmares again?

Was he dreaming again of the night he lost his eye?

"− easy, my love − breathe −" She whispered tenderly, gently touching his back; he flinched all over and looked at her as if he didn't recognise her − his eye was wide open, his nostrils twitched in accelerated, heavy breaths.

"− Rhaenys − Rhaenys −" He mumbled like a small, terrified child and fell into her arms, bursting into a sob so loud that the voice stuck in her throat.

She embraced him immediately, letting him find protection and comfort in her arms, stroking affectionately his hair and back, placing warm, soft kisses on the top of his head in an attempt to reassure him.

"− I'm here, my love − I'm here −" She mumbled, feeling that the fabric of her nightgown was all wet with his tears, his hot, broken breath enveloping her skin.

She felt like he wanted to melt into one with her, to hide deep inside her from whatever it was that scared him.

He was silent for a long moment, trying to calm himself; she hushed him tenderly, whispering that he was safe, that she was by his side, that all was well. She finally heard him swallow hard, his voice trembling and uncertain.

"− there's something − there's something I want to tell you −" He muttered. She blinked, twisting comfortably in her seat, feeling her heart begin to beat faster.

"− I'm listening to you, my love −" She whispered, stroking his hair. She released him from her arms when she felt him wanting to rise.

He sat on the bedding with his side facing her, running his shaking hand over his face, his healthy eye closed as if afraid of what was about to leave his mouth.

"− I − fuck −" He began, swallowing hard − her hand rose to his back, stroking it reassuringly.

"− easy − take your time − start from the beginning −" She encouraged him softly, not wanting him to fall silent again, seeing that he wanted to throw off whatever had been weighing on his shoulders since they had left Harrenhal.

"− you may remember − Lord Strong wanted to speak with me soon after we arrived in Harrenhal −" He said uncertainly, and she nodded, reminding herself that this was indeed what had happened.

"− yes −"

Her uncle swallowed hard, drawing in air loudly.

"− he told me at the time − that my grandfather had no intention of letting your mother and Daemon leave the Eyrie alive if it turned out they wouldn't accept our terms − but now I think they wouldn't have left alive anyway − Larys had his spies there −" He muttered and fell silent, freezing completely as she did, her heart beginning to pound like mad.

My grandfather had no intention of letting them leave the Eyrie alive.

"Will you be by my side even when all is lost? Even if there is nothing left but darkness? Is that what you had in mind then?" She mumbled out in pain, feeling that there was a complete void in her mind. "Will I be there for you even if your grandfather kills my mother?"

"− n-no −" He began quickly. "− will you be there for me even if I fail to prevent it knowing that I didn't tell you −"

She felt a constriction in her throat and lower abdomen, felt tears of disappointment and sadness flowing into her eyelids − now it was her body that trembled in convulsions, his gaze full of shame and horror directed at her.

She sucked his cock, she let him take her, and he knew that the next day her father and her mother could be murdered.

She pressed her lips together, shaking her head and laughed low.

"− you will betray me − you will run away − those are your words, aren't they? − you were always the first to accuse me − was it because you were trying to cover up your own conscience? − you wanted me to let you down so that you wouldn't feel guilty about doing it over and over again? −" She asked with a cold mockery, from which he bowed his head in embarrassment, in a subconscious reflex he had inherited from his mother plucking the cuticles around his fingernails.

He did not answer.

"− what should I do now? − divorce you? − say I won't come back to King's Landing with you? − not speak to you for eight years? − tell me, uncle, what do you think you deserve? −" She asked dispassionately, feeling the tears of rage and grief one by one run down her cheeks.

She saw him tremble at her words and curl into himself, as if he were again the same little boy who had cried in her arms when his mother had reprimanded him for inappropriate behaviour.

She pressed her lips into a thin line as he hid his face in his hands and wept helplessly, as if his whole person, everything he had built around himself was just falling apart in front of her eyes, showing him his insides, what was left of him.

He was vulnerable.

"− fuck − I − I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd change your mind − that if you warned them they'd see it as a betrayal and wouldn't want to pact − that's why I didn't let any of us stay in the Eyrie − I −"

"− because my mother agreed − but what would you have done if things had turned out differently? −" She asked coldly, and he swallowed hard, covering his eyes with his hand, as if he could not bear what he felt or this conversation.

"− I don't know − I don't know how I could have protected both you and my family then − what decision of mine would have saved you from death −" He muttered and she pulled herself up from the bed, recognising that she didn't feel like listening to this, that she had had enough of him and his guilt when it was always him, him, him disappointing her.

From the first night she had returned to him, when he had closed her cheeks in the brutal grip of his fingers she had seen in his eye what had now become clear to her.

He was weak, and when he was afraid, he resorted to violence.

She heard him stand up behind her, panting heavily, wiping his tear-wet face with his hand.

"− no − don't leave − I told you because −"

"− because your conscience didn't give you peace − because you didn't want to carry your guilt alone −" She hissed, turning towards him with furrowed brows.

She felt that fury, not blood, was flowing through her veins now.

He swallowed loudly at her words, looking at her wide-eyed.

"− if you've never hidden anything from me − you've never concealed anything from me for fear that I might react impulsively, leave − but if you did, come back to bed − I won't touch you −"

She pressed her lips together in fury, recognising that he must have been mocking her, but then she felt an unpleasant sting in her heart that proved she had doubts.

She heard again the words of one of her servants in King's Landing whispering in her ear that when the time came, Prince Daemon would help her escape; she heard again the words of Alys speaking of the prophecy she had not shared with him for fear of his reaction.

Had she really never hidden anything from him?

Her whole body screamed for her to leave; she wanted to do it, but felt that if she did, she would be lying to herself and to him, creating an image in which she was without flaw.

She could say that she had the right to do it, that she had good intentions, but didn't her uncle think the same about his decisions?

She glared at him and let out a loud breath, returning to the bed without a word, sinking into the soft sheets, turning her face away from him. She heard him breathe heavily, and after a moment, the bed creaked under the weight of his body settling against her back.

"− tell me −" He whispered.

She sighed heavily and grunted, recognising that her faults were less than his anyway.

So why did she still feel shame and a squeeze in her gut?

"− after I tried to take my life I was told that my father could help me escape − don't ask how − I also didn't tell you about the prophecy I heard from Alys −"

"− that fucking witch is a liar −" He growled, and she let out a loud breath, impatient.

"− it is possible − but I also heard this prophecy from your sister's mouth − both of them spoke of two rivers of blood merging into one, taking the shape of a dragon's crowned head −" She choked out finally, her husband stirring beside her in his place, surprised.

"− what could this mean? −"

"− I don't know − I was afraid that when you heard it, you would want to give up on the negotiations and return to King's Landing − Alys warned me, so she probably knew what your grandfather was planning to do −" She said regretfully, thinking that strange woman was more concerned for her safety and her family than her husband.

She heard him swallow hard, letting the air out loudly.

"− forgive me −"

She lay in silence for some time, feeling anger that he expected her to simply forget everything, understand his reasons and forgive him as always.

No.

"− I will forgive you, but I have my conditions − we will stay here longer − for a week or two, I will decide in the morning −" She said coldly.

"− but − my mother will be convinced that they are holding us by force −" He began, but she would not let him finish.

"− you will write a letter to your brother informing him that my mother has accepted his terms, but is also setting her own − that we will stay here to discuss all the details, show our goodwill − if your mother wishes, she can travel here in her own person − you can leave Dragonstone when you wish, but I will stay here as long as I desire, and you will show no opposition −" She said impatiently, feeling her heart pounding like mad, her hands clenched into fists.

Her husband swallowed loudly at her words, tense.

"− I − very well −" He muttered finally, knowing that any other words would forever cross him out in her eyes.

She hummed under her breath, covering herself tightly with the bedding and closed her eyes, figuring she wouldn't turn towards him for the rest of the night.

"− don't try to take me or embrace me −" She commanded and he sighed quietly.

She swallowed hard when she felt him place his large hand on her head and begin to stroke her hair exactly as he had when they were children.

She felt furious that it was so pleasant, so soothing, that he knew she loved it.

"− my Rhaenys −" He whispered tenderly. She pressed her lips together at his words, feeling a single, lonely tear run down her cheek.

The next morning she was awakened by a rustling noise and the sound of a quill scratching on parchment; she lifted her sleepy eyelids and saw his silhouette sitting behind her desk, bent over a letter he had apparently just written.

She felt strange at the thought that he was sitting in the exact place where she had spent years writing him messages that had never received a response.

She knew, however, that she now had the upper hand over him and that her word was an order to him.

She was not going to imitate his cold nature and not speak to him − they had to maintain a semblance of at least a warm relationship so that the image of their marriage, on which the whole agreement between the two parties was supposed to be based, did not begin to crack.

He lifted his gaze to her when she stood up, but they did not exchange a word between each other.

He did not know what to say.

Her maidservant walked in at her summons and bowed before her, bending her head humbly.

"− Your Grace, will you have your morning meal before your travel? − your mother would like to speak with you before you leave for King's Landing −"

"− we will have a meal, but convey to my mother that there is no rush − my husband and I have decided to stay here for a few weeks as an expression of our sincere intentions − my husband is in the process of conveying this message to his brother − my uncle is in need of new garments, provide them for him without delay and bring them to my chamber −" She said calmly; her servant blinked, shocked and nodded, immediately disappearing behind the door.

Despite what she had learned and the rage she felt, she was pleased − the roles had been reversed and although her husband was not her prisoner, he was attached to her and was forced to stay in a place that disgusted him.

Good, she thought.

She wanted him to feel what she had felt during the month she had spent in King's Landing, imprisoned by his mother and grandfather.

"− I wish to spend this afternoon with my mother − if you so desire, I can show you in which chamber the library is located −" She said lightly, without looking at him however, taking a bite of bread spread with confiture. Her husband rolled his eyes, displeased.

"I have no intention of leaving your quarters." He replied indifferently.

She raised her eyebrows in amusement at his words.

"You are not my prisoner, uncle. You can walk and fly wherever you please. Holding someone by force is not in my nature." She murmured softly − her husband gave her one tired look.

She smiled at him in a way from which he swallowed hard and looked away, sighing heavily.

He knew she was enraged and he wasn't going to get in her way.

One of the aspects she enjoyed upon returning home was that she had finally retrieved all her robes; her uncle looked at her from the side, watching as her servants helped her put on a golden gown with long black sleeves that reached the ground.

"− make braids around my head − my husband adores it when I wear this hairstyle, is he not? −" She sneered, glancing at him over her shoulder. She only saw him roll his eyes, running his hand over his face, not saying a word.

He knew he had to endure everything she was throwing at him with humility if he didn't want to make his already bad situation worse.

She had no idea what he could do to regain her favour, her trust, the respect she had for him.

"− have a pleasant day, husband −" She threw over her shoulder, leaving him alone in the chamber, recognising that she did not care what he did.

As she stepped into her mother's quarters, Rhaenyra rose from her seat, putting down the quill she held in her hand, approaching her with surprise and uncertainty written on her face.

"− is it true? − are you planning to stay in Dragonstone? −" She asked in a trembling voice − she smiled and nodded. Her mother sighed in relief and walked over to her, embracing her tightly with her arms, snuggling her head into her neck.

They pulled away from each other after a moment, her hands gripping her cheeks, her thumbs stroking her skin as if she remembered a time when she was still a small child.

"− let's sit down −"

Being in her chamber again was like a dream to her − she couldn't believe she was sitting at the same table again, surrounded by the same furniture and bed with a red curtain, with the windows open to a view of the great sea.

"− does he treat you well? −" She asked suddenly, taking her hand in her own.

Her mother's question surprised her, but it also filled her heart with warmth and emotion.

"− I − yes − despite his harsh, difficult nature −"

"− so how did he let this happen? −" She asked, exposing a part of her wrist with her thumb, where her pale scar was clearly visible. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer her.

She wanted to tell her about the moon tea, but hesitated.

She didn't want her to think that her husband knew about it, that he was a worse person than she assumed.

It devastated her to think that she still had to tell half-truths.

"− I did it as an act of desperation − when he found out he wouldn't leave my side for weeks − he wouldn't let anyone but himself, Helaena and the maester cross the threshold of my quarters − he let me see Luke −" She muttered, looking at her at last. Her mother lowered her gaze, sighing quietly, tired and pale.

"− when Daemon passed on your words to me, I was furious − I didn't understand how you could do this to me −" She began and fell silent, closing her eyelids for a moment.

She felt an all-consuming shame at the thought that she had failed and disappointed her as a daughter.

"− forgive me − I would never question your rights if it were only about you − but you know very well that it is not −" She said cautiously − her mother lifted her gaze to her and nodded.

"− I know −"

They fell silent for a moment.

"− can I trust him? − your husband − and my brother −" Her mother asked coldly; she raised her gaze to her, surprised to feel that her lips involuntarily parted.

I don't know.

"− yes −" She muttered. "− he refused Maris Baratheon to take her as his wife − he himself proposed a form of compromise, and his elder brother supported him − Aegon is not a good man, but he cares about his children − he knows he will not leave them a secure, safe throne − just as you would not leave it to your sons −"

They said no more.

She spent some more time with her, just holding her hand, wordlessly trying to comfort her, thinking with weariness that she had to give up everything that was rightfully hers.

She finally decided to take pity on her husband and return to her chamber, not wanting to leave him alone for so long in a state of anxiety and uncertainty.

She felt her heart stop as she stepped into her quarters and saw no one inside − a cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought of him leaving her.

He had returned to King's Landing without her.

She pressed her lips together, involuntarily feeling her heart begin to pound like mad with pain and sadness, her eyes glazed over with tears that she was ashamed of, thinking it shouldn't hurt so much, and yet it did.

She looked around the room quickly, looking for a letter or anything else that might say he had left her some word, but found nothing of the sort; she shuddered when she heard someone's dim voices in the distance and walked over to the window.

Her father and her uncle stood facing each other on the beach with their hands folded behind their backs, discussing something animatedly, a clear tension between them.

She felt regret towards herself, her body filled with an overwhelming relief that he had not left her, that he had not betrayed her again.

She thought the gods had been cruel, allowing her to love this man so deeply.

She blinked, startled, when she heard the door from her chamber open; she turned and saw the figure of her eldest brother, who only spoke up when they heard a loud clatter of wood behind them.

"− how could you do this? − choose him over us? −" He growled with regret, resentment and disappointment, his big brown eyes filled with anger and pain from which she felt a tightening in her throat. She furrowed her brow and shook her head.

"− we both know what the truth is − you can't rule with lies −" She replied, shrugging her shoulders; Jace moved towards her and she flinched all over, surprised at how pale he was, his lips tightened into a thin line − she had the impression he was trembling all over.

"− this was my inheritance − my throne − my crown − and you chose him, a man who did not write back to your letters for eight years, who humiliated you by calling you a bastard, and you shared a bed with him the first night you saw him, like some... −" He didn't finish and fell silent, the word he wanted to say stuck deep in his throat. She felt her lower lip tremble at his accusation, her eyebrows arching in pain and anger, her eyes red from tears of shame and humiliation.

"− say it − you've already spoken the word in your mind −" She sneered, lifting her chin higher, challenging him.

"− I won't call you an unworthy name −" He muttered lowly, and she laughed involuntarily at his words, shaking her head.

"− you think that makes you a better man? − look at this −" She hissed, lifting her hand up, exposing her wrist tugging impatiently at the material of her black sleeve. "− here is what I have done for you and for your crown − should I do it again? −"

She swallowed loudly, surprised when she noticed that something in her brother's expression had changed − Jace had grabbed her wrist and locked it between his fingers, but there was no aggression in the gesture, his thumb stroking her smooth, bare skin.

They stared at each other for a moment, breathing loudly; she felt that there was a kind of tension between them from which her heart was pounding like mad, but she wasn't sure what it was caused by; something in his gaze, in his brown, misty eyes and parted lips, made her feel hot.

"− do you love him more than our mother? − than Luke, than Joffrey? − than me? −" He asked in a trembling voice and she shook her head, not understanding what he meant.

"− Jace − it's a different kind of love − I −"

"− what kind? −" He hissed. "− the kind where you're constantly betrayed? − in which someone mocks your parentage? − locks you up like some prisoner? −"

Gods.

"− Jace −" She gasped, feeling that something in his questions, in his gaze, in what he wanted to hear from her had broken her down, her whole body began to quiver.

She shuddered as he approached her suddenly, as his free hand cupped her warm cheeks, as his forehead pressed against hers, his voice trembling as the words left his throat like a river.

"− I am your oldest brother − you were born to be mine − I would be good to you − you know I would −"

"− brother, what are you saying? − you had no objections when my mother decided to marry me to Ronnel −" She said disapprovingly, furrowing her brow in anger.

"− it was our mother's decision − how could I oppose her? −" He asked with a frown, as if he really believed what he was saying, a cold shiver ran through her body as his thumb ran over the soft skin of her cheek, hot with emotion.

"− you have never loved me − not in this way, we both know it well − you have always preferred to lie to yourself rather than face the truth − you do not look at me as the woman you desire, but as an inheritance that was taken from you −" She said with pain, feeling that what he was saying was not due to any deep feeling he had for her, but to his anger that she was not waiting for him docilely like his throne and his crown.

Her brother swallowed hard at her words, his hot, ragged breath enveloping the skin of her face.

"− when you were born, our mother told me that you might be my future wife − and I always, always saw you this way −"

"− you mocked me with Aegon −"

"− I craved his attention − he was older and impressed me − didn't you do anything you regretted as a child? −" He muttered wearily; she felt her heart stop at his words, a drop of cold sweat run down the back of her neck.

What was she supposed to answer him?

"− brother − I am married to another man − of my own free will −"

"− you are a traitor −"

"− how dare you −"

"− you are a traitor, but I still am unable to hate you −"

A squeal of terror stuck in her throat, her body froze completely as his lips pressed against hers in a greedy, hot, sticky kiss, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her cheeks, refusing to let her move away.

She cried out and pushed him away − before he could make any move her hand slapped him in the face so hard that he took a few steps back, clutching his red cheek, panting heavily.

"− get out −" She muttered, placing her hand over her heart, feeling as if it was about to burst out of her chest. "− get out of my chamber, brother − I'll forget this...conversation ever took place −"

Jace swallowed hard, horrified and ashamed, as if it had only now occurred to him what he had actually done.

What would Baela say if she saw this?

It seemed to him that they both couldn't believe he had done it − Jace had turned and walked out, leaving behind an open door and a complete blank in her mind.

She thought he wanted to take it out on their uncle, to take away something that belonged to him.

That she was just an object for him on which he had decided to vent.

She thought with pain that he, unlike her husband, had never tried to truly understand her.

When her uncle returned to her chamber they did not exchange a word − he seemed distracted and frustrated to her. He took one of the books from the bookshelf and sat by the fireplace, pretending to read. She lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers, thinking only of the fact that if she hid it from him, she would be just like him.

She didn't know for a long time how she should put it into words, but she figured he'd be furious either way.

"− Jace kissed me − on the lips −" She muttered, glancing at him fearfully − his eye opened wide, looking at her in disbelief, his jaw clenched in such a way that a shudder went through her.

He was silent for a moment, as if he had run out of words, which frightened her even more.

"− he did WHAT? −" He growled, closing the book with a loud slam, pulling himself up from his seat like an enraged bear.

"− he kissed me − grief and humiliation took his mind away − I − wait − gods −" She muttered, standing up as soon as he headed towards the door, which he opened with a loud clatter, running out into the corridor after him.

"− Aemond − no, no, no − stop! −" She hissed, grabbing his arm, but he pulled away from her, opening door after door until he found himself in the right room − Jace and Beala were sitting together at a table, apparently discussing something.

Her older brother rose from his seat and turned pale at the sight of them, horrified.

Her husband walked into his quarters with a wide, menacing smile, exactly the same one he bestowed on him and Luke when they saw him duelling with Criston Cole in King's Landing. He put his hands behind his back, shifting his body weight to one leg, cocking his head.

"− haven't you learned yet not to take what's not yours? − hm? −"

"− Aemond −" She said warningly, but her uncle didn't listen to her, his healthy eye wide open, as if he was just waiting for this.

An opportunity for confrontation.

"− your sister when we were children told me that she never desired you as a man − she knew even then that you were a cunt −" He sneered amused, revealing his teeth in a wide grin full of feigned recognition.

"− Aemond, that's enough −"

"− how dare you? − you are a guest under our roof − get out −" Baela thundered.

She felt a squeeze in her heart at the thought that she knew nothing.

She moved ahead and stood in front of her husband, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"− we are leaving −"

"− no − I'm speaking with my nephew −"

"− we are leaving, uncle, or I swear I will never return with you to King's Landing −"

"− so I'll stay here with you − Jace as ruler of Dragonstone will surely be delighted to host us, won't he? − he seems to have a weakness for you, sweet wife −" He murmured in a voice filled with poison, from which a strong shiver ran along her back.

"− Jace, say something at last! −" Baela hissed, furious that her betrothed simply looked at their uncle and remained silent, unable to get a word out.

"− I made a mistake − I shouldn't have done it, forgive me − I −" He directed his words to her, to his sister, sadness and regret in his gaze, from which she involuntarily felt sympathy.

"− you made a mistake? − I seem to be able to understand the feeling − I have made a similar one many times, as well as others, even worse ones −" Her husband hissed, gripping her cheeks in his hand − her voice stuck in her throat as his fleshy lips clung to hers in an aggressive, loud kiss, his tongue forced its way deep into her throat.

She sighed as he turned her back to him, pressing her brutally against his chest and grabbed her neck − she grasped his wrist as his free hand slid down her lower abdomen, his fingers dug into the material of her gown beneath which her womanhood lay, she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.

"− so beautiful, isn't she, nephew? − I couldn't help myself either − I can't count how many times I took her − how many times I have filled her with my seed − right here −" He breathed out into her ear and she closed her eyes, feeling with horror and disbelief that her nipples had hardened, that her walls had clenched around nothing at his embarrassing words, feeling his finger tease what lay between her thighs despite her resistance.

"− u-uncle − stop −" She muttered, a moan stuck in her throat as she felt his erection behind her throb hard at her words, pushing against her buttocks, his fingertips dug deep into her folds hidden beneath the fabric.

Gods, he wanted her brother to watch this.

Baela looked at Jace as if she suddenly understood everything, her eyebrows arched in pain and disbelief.

"− what did you do? −" She asked quietly, her older brother shook his head, all red, turning his face away, unable to look at it.

"− I −" He didn't finish; her uncle let her go immediately, panting loudly as she did when Daemon walked into the chamber, looking at them, then at Jace and his daughter.

He grinned.

"− what is the meaning of this...commotion? − hm? −" He asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement and mockery; she looked away and glanced at her uncle, shaking her head with furrowed brows, letting him know that he was to remain silent.

Her husband pressed his lips into a thin line, but did not utter a word.

They stood in awkward silence, with only the quiet fizzle of the blazing fire in the fireplace around them.

"Mmm." Her husband hummed and turned away, heading for the door. Not knowing what to do, she simply moved after him, casting only one apologetic glance at Baela.

When they finally returned to her chamber she let out a loud breath.

"− what was that supposed to mean? −" She asked in frustration, wondering what had possessed him.

She tried not to think about how embarrassingly wet she was now.

"− I don't know what you're referring to, wife − I've merely shown my nephew the depth of my understanding as to his desire −" He grinned, grabbing a jug full of wine, pouring himself a full cup of it.

She licked her lower lip in impatience, standing still and watching him − their gazes met as he raised the goblet to his lips and took a deep sip from it.

"− what − are you wet now? −" He sneered and she felt a hot wave of shame surge through her body − she felt like her cheeks had turned scarlet.

"− don't mock me − this was humiliating −" She growled, furrowing her brow, a smirk on his face that she didn't like.

"− if you say so, wife −" He muttered, approaching her lazily, playing with his cup in his hand, raising it to his lips again "− I, however, think you'd rather I did something else −"

He said and took another sip of wine, swallowing it loudly, towering over her with a look from which a pleasant shiver ran through her core.

"− I think you'd rather I fucked you good in front of him − for me to slip my fingers under your skirt and sink them into your leaking cunt −" He murmured, leaning over her so that the tips of their noses were almost touching, her walls swelling all over at his words − she felt a drop of her own wetness run down her thigh.

"− am I wrong? −" He asked, cocking his head curiously, taking another sip of wine from his goblet without taking his eyes off her.

She drew in a loud breath as he set his cup down on the table standing beside them with a loud clang of steel, taking a step towards her, his lips parted in desire.

Gods, no.

"− don't touch me −"

She saw him squint his eyes as he hesitated, his nostrils flaring in accelerated breath.

She knew he was hard.

She knew he wanted to soften her up.

"Mmm."

She immediately summoned her servant wishing that she would help her pull off her gown and let her hair down. After this, she lay down in bed, covering herself with thick furs, not looking at him or speaking a word to him. She swallowed hard when she heard him lie down right next to her and closed her eyelids when she felt his hot breath on her neck.

She thought he would try to touch her, embrace her and give her a reason to push him away, but he just lay behind her back, driving her crazy.

She waited for some time, listening to his quiet breathing, and decided that he was surely asleep by now; her hand slipped silently into the material of her nightgown, lifting it up. She swallowed quietly, tightening her lips as her fingers sank into her leaking, soft, hot womanhood begging to be fulfilled, teasing and squeezing the bud between its fleshy folds.

She felt herself grow hot, her heart began to pound like mad at the indecent idea that these was his hand touching her in front of Jace, making him watch, wanting him to see what her fulfilment looked like.

She felt her walls clench greedily around nothing at the thought, her fingers teasing the spot between her puffy folds with circular, intense strokes.

Involuntarily, her hips began to rock softly to the rhythm of the flicks of her own fingers, she felt that she was wonderfully close to fulfilment.

"− what are you doing? −" She heard his low, cool voice and froze completely. She swallowed hard, sliding her hand, sticky with her own moisture from between her thighs, and remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.

"− go on −" He said in a hoarse, deep voice from which a shiver went down her spine. She heard a rustling behind her and then the sticky sound of skin slapping against skin − his hot breathing quickened, heavy and ragged. "− come on −"

She couldn't help herself; her fingers dug into her swollen folds again causing a wave of heat to pass through her body − she felt pleasant tickling sensations in her lips, fingertips and nipples. She moaned quietly when she felt his nose pressed against her hair, her hips involuntarily began to rock when she heard him begin to pant, the splats behind her getting louder, louder and louder.

"− fuck − you know I'd lick you good there − hm? −" He sighed and she felt her whole body quiver, her fingers teasing her puffy pearl all sticky from her own wetness.

"− mhgm −" She whined, tilting her head back, feeling his hot, uneven breath on her ear, his swollen, wet lips run down her neck.

"− are you leaking? − are you leaking at the thought of how good I would make you feel? − at the thought of your brother watching me fuck his little sister? −" He breathed out, and she moaned loudly as she felt a wonderful, relieved sensation at his words, her fulfilment shaking her like a hot, tickling wave.

Her slit pulsed all under her fingers as her own moisture leaked out of her, she shuddered when she felt his warm, rough tongue run across the bare skin of her neck, leaving a slick, wet mark on it.

"− fuck, Rhaenys −" He muttered and after a moment he gasped − she felt something sticky and warm spurt out onto the back of her nightgown.

His seed.

Gods.

She closed her eyelids, trying to calm her breathing, furious at herself and her weakness.

"− let me embrace you −"

"− no −"

She heard him huff, sighing heavily, his face still sunk into her neck.

"− move away, uncle −"

"− I inhale the wonderful scent of vanilla after having experienced fulfilment with my wife −"

"− your wife does not wish for this −"

"− sleep −"

She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard, thinking with frustration that she hated him with all her heart.

[mypearlsareclutched]

If This Is All That's Real

High By The Beach | Chapter Seven

Modern!Aegon II x Original Female Character, Modern!Aemond x Original Female Character

Life is now getting better, slowly but surely, for both Mila Stark and Aegon Targaryen. Perhaps there is hope for the future, if they can continue to keep things uncomplicated. But how long can things be uncomplicated when you're fucking your ex-boyfriends older brother in their family beach house?

This feels the tiniest little bit fillery, but it's got some very steamy smut, romance and some good angsty feels. Next chapter is written and will be posted later today so you guys don't have to suffer for long <3 Enjoy!!! x

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Sexual Content (MDNI, 18+), PIV sex, catching feelings, mentions of toxic families, romantic smut, love confessions during the deed, ye olde climax, discussions of the future, Aegon is so OOC because he's just a lil sweetie pie in this, not lore accurate.

Word count | 3.5k

previous chapter // next chapter

And so they began their... relationship? Friends with benefits situationship, that sounds better.

Over the next week, life became simple. For the first time since her parents died, Mila Stark knew what it was like to feel normal. Like her life wasn't some social experiment created by the gods to see how much one girl can take.

And it seemed like Aegon felt the same.

They slept early and woke up late, wrapped up in soft sheets that cover their bare bodies. They cooked together, and ate breakfast on the beach. They spent their days occupying their time with . Aegon would draw, Mila would read, sat together on the dusty living room sofa with her legs over his. As the sun set, they wrapped themselves up in each other, basking in mind-numbing, no strings attached sex.

They were best friends who fucked like lovers. There's nothing wrong with that, right?

But when he held her gently in the mornings, pressing her back to his chest as he snored gently, his hands wrapped around her protectively, Mila wondered if there was more to their relationship.

Aemond never cuddled. The most Mila could get was an arm wrapped around her after they made love. Sometimes he would wake up holding her, but she could never bask in that. When he woke, he would rush off immediately. Like holding her would ruin the peace that they had.

'Afraid to get too close,' is what Halaena had said to her once. Aemond had her, yet he kept her at arm's length. It seemed like Aegon had the opposite problem. He knew she wasn't his, so he cherished the moments he had her in his space. Arms wrapped around her like she was his.

And as she watched his peaceful, sleeping face in the mornings, Mila truly wished she was.

Mila stands at the window, looking out at the ocean beyond. She held the pay-as-you-go phone in her hand, flipping it around as she watched the waves crash against the rocks.

She needed to talk to her brother. After Aegon's insistence the morning after their first night together, Mila sent Cregan a text message. Aegon had rolled his eyes, stating she needed to grow a pair and talk to him face to face. Cregan had yet to respond, so Mila knew she needed to actually call him.

Sighing, she switched on the phone, listening to the twinkling beeping sound as she nervously bit her thumb nail. Once the phone was on, she put in the sim card. Typing in Cregan's number, she held it to her ear listening to it ring.

"Please don't pick up, please don't pick up, please don't pick up."

"Hey, you've reached Cregan Stark. Sorry I missed your call, leave a message at the beep."

The phone beeps, and Mila takes a sharp breath, "Hey, Creg. It's, uh, it's Mila. I'm okay, I'm safe. I left Weirwood with Aegon... you know, Aemond's brother? I was having a tough time. I needed to get away. But I'm somewhere safe, please don't worry about me. I'll see you soon. I love you."

Ending the call, she takes another deep breath, exhaling sharply she presses the screen of the phone to her forehead, swallowing her nerves and guilt like a bitter pill.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Aegon's soft voice asks.

Mila turns around and sees him standing in the doorway, leaning against it casually.

"My thoughts cost more than a penny." She jokes, putting the phone down on the chest of drawers.

"I'll take out a loan." He states as he walks further into the room.

"Or you could use your dad's totally not stolen credit card." Mila chuckles, meeting him halfway.

"You called your brother?" Asks Aegon as he takes Mila's hand in his own, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles.

"I tried. Went to voicemail."

"He's a busy guy. You know, being a famous footballer and all. He's probably got a big game, or something. You know, with like... kicking and... goals? Never really liked sports, me." Aegon laughs as he pulls Mila over to the bed, sitting down as she stands in between his legs. He runs his hands over her arms, waiting for her to speak.

"Yeah..." Mila sighs, "He's probably really busy. Wish we had access to the internet in this literal abyss."

"Gwayne was a dude of the eighties he never cared for Wi-Fi. I think that's why Daeron decided to return to the modern age the second he was old enough to go to uni."

"I feel very amish."

"Hey, look on the brightside." Aegon states as he takes her hands in his, "We're completely disconnected from the modern world. No crazy articles about our every move. We're not seeing anything about..." He stops himself, his voice fading as he inadvertently reminds Mila about the reason why she's here.

Aemond was never too far from her thoughts, always lingering in the back of her mind like some kind of phantom. She can see her eyes when she wakes from a nightmare, feel his fingers on her when the autumn breeze sends a chill through her. Her love, which once felt sweet like , had now turned bitter and cold.

Mila shakes her head, as if she could rid herself of her memories and lingering feelings if she tossed her head around a little bit harder. Like bashing the bottom of a jar to loosen a stuck coin or something. Yet, Aemond remains inside her thoughts.

"It's okay, Aeg." Mila sighs, shrugging, "You're right. It's good to not hear anything about him."

Aegon stares at her, big blue eyes sad as he watches her face. His fingers play with hers, a nervous tick of his she had gotten used to. More than gotten used to, she found herself adoring it. She looks down at their hands, smiling softly to herself.

Loosening their hands, Aegon leans back on the bed. Mila furrows her eyebrows, concern evident on her features. But a cheeky grin appears on the Targaryen's full lips, as spreads his legs slightly.

"Come here and let me fuck the sad out of you." Aegon murmurs, beckoning her closer. She chuckles despite herself, following him over.

"I think you overestimate your abilities, Aegon Targaryen." Mila chuckles as she climbs on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Oh, it's gonna be like that is it?" He laughs, burying his face into her neck. Mila presses her lips to his temple, running her hands over his messy hair.

Their clothes are discarded quickly, leaving Aegon bare beneath Mila as she straddles him. As her lips descend upon his shoulders, she doesn't notice the soft, conflicted look in the Targaryen's eyes.

"Hey! Gettup, now, I found something!"

Mila groans as she is pulled out of her sleep, unceremoniously. Blinking, she sees the sun has barely risen, golden rays poking through the thin curtains. Loud footsteps surround her, a sigh coming from someone across the room.. A pillow hits her face, and she squeals, tossing the pillow away as she runs a hand over her face.

"What, Aegon? You fucking child..." She groans.

"I said, I found something!" He laughs as he rushes back out the room.

"What, a body?" Mila groans as she stands up, grabbing her discarded shirt and throwing it on. Her bare feet pad across the bedroom, heading out to the open plan of the rest of the house.

Aegon sits cross legged in the living room, searching through a water stained cardboard box.

"Whatcha got there?" Mila asks, raising her eyebrow. Aegon smiles as he looks up at her, grabbing a mug from the coffee table to offer it to her.

"Sorry I woke you up so aggressively, I got excited. Peace offering?"

"You made me coffee?" Mila took the mug, looking down at the caramel coloured liquid. A few days ago, Mila convinced him to get a coffee machine from the holy land (big Tesco). She then had the joyous experience of watching him try and fail to figure the machine out.

"I finally read the manual." Aegon says proudly, "You do take it with milk, and two and a half sugars, right? I'm gonna be so pissed at myself if I got that wrong."

"That's right." Mila chuckles, eyebrows raised, "How did you know that?"

"You told me."

"You listened?"

"You seem shocked." Aegon chuckled, shaking his head as he refocused on rifling through the box. Mila tries to bite back the wide smile at the sweet gesture, choosing to instead take a seat next to Aegon.

"What is this?" She asks as she peers into the large, withered box. It's full of old books, covered in a layer of dust. From her position, she can read a few of the titles, 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Alice in Wonderland', 'Twelfth Night', 'The Secret Garden'...

"They belonged to my grandmother." Aegon explains, "Gwayne kept them when she passed. She loved old books."

"They're lovely." Mila says wistfully as Aegon hands her an ancient copy of Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein'. Her fingers glide across the leather cover, the bumps of the words catching against her callouses. She cradles it in her hands, smiling giddily.

"Gwayne gave them to Daeron when he came to live with him, but like the sixteen year old boy he was, he preferred comics and playboy mags."

"Classy." She chuckles, accepting more books he handed to her.

"I thought you could have them."

Mila looks at him, mouth agape, "What?"

"You can have them." Aegon smiles, piling more of the classic books into piles, "You know, because of the book shop you want to own? I know there aren't tons, but you've got to start somewhere, right?"

She stares at him, taken back. It's an unbelievably sweet gesture, and one she never expected. Her dream of a book shop seemed too distant, too unreachable in her chaotic life in the spotlight. But it was like Aegon was handing her not a bunch of old books, but hope. Hope for her dream of a simple, happy life.

As Aegon sits beside her, rambling and piling books into her arms, Mila watches his profile, feeling herself blush.

The afternoon sun beats down on the two of them as they sit on the beach, side by side like they come as a pair.

Aegon lies spread out like a starfish, alien sunglasses on. His button up floral shirt is open, revealing his pale, freckled skin to the afternoon sun. Mila sits next to him, her dark curls whipping in her face as she

A whirring, distant noise catches Mila's attention. It sounds like a bee, and she flicks her hair around trying to find the bug in question. But as she looks around, she sees the source of the disturbance is not an insect.

A speedboat floats distantly, so far that the Stark has to squint to really see it. It was not unusal for other people to walk the hidden cove beyond the Hightower summer home, but boats were a rare occurance. People usually kept to the vibrant beaches near the city, the smaller beach they were on was too far from the rest of civilisation for folks to make the

Mila watches the speedboat, a prickling sense of dread creeping up her spine when it drifts closer. It carries a singular man, tall and lithe, bald and wearing a pair of thin sunglasses. His appearence does not irk her.

It's the fact he's staring right at her and Aegon.

Said Targaryen twitches next to her, before letting out a yelp and jumpinh up. Mila's attention is diverted to him, eyebrows furrowed as he shakes his head like a dog, whipping his sunglasses off.

"What?" Mila asks, concerned.

"Crab." He shudders, pointing at the offending, orange creature who clicks its pincers and trudges along the sand.

"Jeez, Aeg, it's teeny. It's more afraid of you than you are of it."

"I guarantee you it is not."

Mila rolls her eyes, watching the crab scuttle away back to the shores. Her eyes look back at the rest of the sea.

The speedboat is gone.

As night settles over Old Town, Mila giggles as she finishes washing the dishes. Aegon presses incessant kisses to her neck from behind.

"Jeez, Aegon, give me a second." She laughs, feeling his hands wander over her hips and waist.

"Mm, no, horny." Aegon groans against her neck, biting the nape as she squirms and elbows him.

"You're insatiable." Mila rolls her eyes playfully, grabbing a rag and drying her hands as Aegon returns to running his hands over her hips. She smiles as she kisses him, melting against Aegon as he kisses her just how she likes.

Just like that, they find themselves entwined on the bed. Naked, flushed bodies moving together rhythmically. Mila moans beneath Aegon, wrapping her legs further around his torso as she takes him deeper and deeper, feeling the tip of him kissing her sweet spot.

"Right there, right there." She pleads, throwing her head back. Aegon whines, pounding into her harder just how she likes. His head hangs down, eyebrows furrowed with the effort.

Her hands grasp onto his waist, aiding his movements, her fingernails digging into his plush skin. It spurs him on, making his noises louder and breathier as they both get closer to their climaxs.

A well angled thrust makes Mila keen and gasp out Aegon's name like a prayer, sending the blonde man reeling as he presses his face into her neck.

"Fuck, I love you, I love you." Aegon murmurs breathily.

Mila's gasp gets stuck in her throat, her eyes opening as she looks up at the dark ceiling. His words shock her, startling her to her core. His face remains in her neck, his hot breath against her skin. He kisses along the place that connects her neck and her shoulder, whispering words of praise and love against her, lost in his own world.

Pleasure courses through her veins, overtaking her shock at his sudden admission. She moans low in her throat, clenching her eyes closed as she tries to push back rational thought.

He ravages her body, bringing her to the precipice of euphoria, begging her to give it to him. As she finishes, he praises her, lips ghosting the shell of her ear as her body shudders, sending him to his own end.

"I love you..." Aegon groans out as he finishes, snapping his hips repeatedly as he fucks his spend inside of her.

Mila focuses on recatching her breath, eyes fluttered closed. She can feel Aegon collapse beside her, his arms wrapping around her and his sweaty forehead pressing against her shoulder.

She runs her hands over his arms, letting sleep take her over and wash away her sudden whirlwind of emotions...

...But those emotions were waiting for her when she awoke.

Mila sits on a loveseat outside the house, biting her lip nervously as she stares out at the gentle ebbing and flowing of the ocean waves.

"Fuck, I love you, I love you..."

His words echo around her head. The feeling of his hands on her, his lips pressing to her skin, his hips pounding against hers as he fucks her relentlessly, it is all fresh on her mind. It sends shivers through her, pleasent feelings of euporia like her body had ingrained Aegon's fucking into her mind so well it could repeat it when he wasn't around.

But his admission frightened her.

Why? Because it made everything complicated.

When they met at Weirwood, she managed to seperate him from her life outside of the clinic. Aegon was just another recovering addict who helped her through her detox, sitting by her bedside and holding her hair back when she threw up into her bin.

But her trecherous body found itself drawn to him, and feelinsg she was all too familiar with appeared out of the blue. And all of sudden he was no longer just another recovering addict, but her ex-boyfriends recovering addict brother who she was attracted to.

Mila tried to run from it, tried to go back to her old life and let her harmful coping mechanisms destroy the seed of affection growing inside of her. But Aegon found her. He saved her, he helped her. She was drowning and he was offering a hand back to the surface.

When he devoured her on the beach, she let the drugs push away any lingering affections. And when she couldn't push them away any longer, she convinced herself he was only her friend. When he was deep inside her, not only her body but her soul, she told herself he was only her friend. He only saw her as a friend. All of this means nothing...

But it means something. It always did. From the very beginning, it meant something.

The way he made her head spin and her heart ache and her body blush and her smile reappaer from nowhere... that meant something. It meant everything.

But he was her ex's brother. Aemond Targaryen's brother. How could she let the

Why is everything so fucking complicated.

Footsteps interrupt her internal ramble, her head snapping to the side to see Aegon walking towards her. He's shirtless, grey joggers hanging low on his hips. She can see marks left from her fingernails left on his waist, and she looks away with a sharp intake of breath.

Aegon says nothing as he takes a seat next to her on the love seat. He runs a hand through his hair, sleepily looking out at the beach. The silence is not awkward, but it is tense as both of them are left unsure of what to say.

With a sigh, Mila decides to start.

“Did you mean it?” She asks, not turning her head to look at him.

“Yes.” Aegon says without hesitation. Mila closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she lets his words sink in again, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" She asks him, giving him an incredulous look.

"Because this was supposed to be simple." Aegon sighs, running his hands over his face, "You left Weirwood to escape how complicated things became. I brought you here so you could heal, but instead we shagged and I fell in love with you."

"That's not your fault."

"Maybe it is..." Aegon turns to her and reaches over to take her hand in his, "I should have been more careful. I knew... I knew from the beginning that you were special. Different, good. Better than I deserve. Every moment I spent at your side, I found myself needing to be near you. You make me feel alive, you make me feel normal. I should have been more careful when I let myself touch you on the beach, because I knew that it be so easy to fall for you."

"Aegon, stop..." Mila stands, taking a few steps away, holding her hand to her mouth.

"Em." He says softly, and she turns to him. Aegon gives her a sad smile, choosing his words carefully.

"I said it before and I'll say it again; You're the best thing that's happened to me in a while, maybe even ever." Aegon takes her hand in his own, pressing it to his chest, “I love you.”

Mila takes a shuddering breath, covering his hand with her own. He presses his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he basks in her closeness.

They sit on the loveseat, Aegon's head resting on Mila's chest. Their fingers are intertwined, and Mila watches them with half closed eyes.

Aegon has a small tattoo on the back of his hand, of a tiny green bird in a little golden cage. Mila smoothes her thumb over it, tracing the jagged lines with a featherlight touch.

A distant noise startles her out of her daze, and she looks around for the source. Aegon lifts his head, eyebrows furrowed as he looks towards the front door.

The sound of a car can be heard driving closer, and the two share a confused look as they go back inside the house. Aegon leaves first, and Mila follows him to stand in the doorway.

A black SUV parks next to Aegon's battered ford fiesta, and Aegon freezes on the porch, his hands clenching into fists beside him.

Mila's bros furrow, wondering who on earth could be here. As the person steps out of the car, she gasps, taking a step back from the door. His pale, lone eye moves from Aegon to Mila, his blonde hair swaying in the beach breeze. No fucking way...

Aemond fucking Targaryen.

AN// Yuh! He's back! Aemond 'surprise bitch I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me' Targaryen. This is definitely only going to bring good things for Mila and Aegon, Emiliaegon if you will (please don't, that's actually awful). See y'all soon, sending love <3

Lula x

[darkestspring]

Headcanon What would it be like if Reader were Rhaenyra's younger sister from Alicent, they have a good relationship, Aemond wants to marry Reader and manages to be betrothed to Reader but Reader already has someone she loves and goes to Dragonstone with her lover.

You were born in between helaena and aemond, Alicent's beloved third child, she loved you, she adored you but so did your eldest sister. You adored your sister, always toddling after her and wanting to be held by her. You love your eldest sister, it was clear to anyone with eyes, it was something Alicent hated but no matter what she said or did, you always believed Rhaenyra and sided with her.

So, when you fell in love, Rhaenyra wanted to support you while alicent was convinced that that boy didn't deserve you.

she didn't have someone in mind, not until aemond confessed to her that he was in love with you. it was like luck was on her side, she convinced viserys to engage the both of you but she never forsaw the ending.

rhaenyra did.

"Sister..." You looked almost pitiful, purple eyes brimming with tears as you clutched onyo your dark haired lover, him consoling you softly. She recognized him as Ser Orion. The knight entrusted with your personal protection.

Daemon watched the boy with hawk eyes as Rhaenyra ran her haand through your hair softly. You sniffled sadly.

"They're trying to make me marry Aemond but I don't love him! If i... It's too cruel to be forced into a loveless married when my heart is with Orion." You tearfully told her.

Rhaenyra was sure Aemond loved you but it seemed it was unrequited. Good. Aemond wasn't good enough for you. She wasn't sure Ser Orion was either but you loved him so she'd give him a a chance to prove himself.

"Sweet girl, I'll solve this. You can stay here as long as you need, with your Orion." Rhaenyra smiled at her younger sister, fondness and love in her eyes.

she'd never do anything less for her beloved sister.

[simpingland]

Hi hi! I would like to request a modern introvert aemond x extrovert fem!reader smut where reader just needs a lot of comfort because she's so drained from everyone and constantly putting on a brave front by being outgoing and happy. So she comes home and aemond just takes care of her and ends their night with soft smut

Thank you thank you!!

To Imagine// Modern!Introvert! Aemond x Fem!Extrovert!reader.

Summary: reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

TW: body issues! SMUT! (Fingering, oral sex female recivin, p in v).

Watching you from across the room, smiling and chatting with anyone you came across was Aemond's favourite pastime. You always managed to get a laugh out of them, a sincere smile, some gossip that you would pass on to his ears while he pretended not to care. The truth is that whatever you said to him mattered to him. Ever since that dinner when his family invited yours, he couldn't take his eyes off you, though your attention was focused most of the night on Helaena. You let her talk to you at length about stories she had dreamed, and yet you maintained such a tender interest that Aemond needed to find fault with you.

"My sister Helaena can be an...overwhelming girl," he said as he sat down next to you, the family distracted, and you turned away for a second.

"Your sister Helaena is a creative girl, and those people are always nice. Aren't you creative?" Your blunt answer caught him off guard, he didn't expect you to twist your attention to him.

"I'm much more logical..."

"Or so you think. You spend a lot of time looking."

"Looking? I don't know what you mean..." he turned red and very serious. You just smiled at him.

"Don't worry, it's okay to look. But when one looks so intently, it's to imagine."

"To imagine what?" he looked you in the eye.

You shrugged mischievously.

"I suppose you know that better than I do."

You kept your eyes on him, as if you wanted to know what he had imagined, but Aemond wasn't like you. He didn't feel as brave as you and your smile and your words. He sat there beside you as you spoke to him of all that you thought of his house. Your first impression of Aegon made him chuckle, and he leaned back to watch you prattle on and on. He had fully fallen for your charms.

Your first kiss happened that very night, in the corridors of his manor, apart from everyone else. Aemond had let his imagination run away with him as he watched you flee, and in your gaze he saw himself invited to follow. You leaned against a pillar as he loomed over you to make it clear that he too could be a determined man.

Since then, Aemond had spent his days and nights in love with you. He had known you well. He had spent weeks at your side, and those weeks when you were apart, he was always attentive to your messages, listening to your endless voice notes. You had long since ceased to be a mystery to him, although you never really were. He had rarely seen you upset, though he was slowly learning what things could hurt you and tried to avoid them. He used to be the one who brought bad news to the table because he knew it was you who turned it around, trying to put him in a good mood. He saw you cry for the first time in a shopping mall. He always waited patiently outside the fitting room, waiting for your orders to admire your dress or change the size of the garment. When he noticed your broken voice, he entered the fitting room.

"It just won't zip" you told him.

"We'll get another one," he replied as if it were obvious.

"It's just... this is my usual size..."

And he saw your little eyes sparkling with stress. He put his hand on your cheek and asked you to look at him.

"You're going to look as pretty as ever in a size up."

"I just don't want to be a size bigger."

"And I want you to wear that dress."

"...You don't control me..." you smiled mischievously again.

"No, but I do control this dress and if I pay for it, you keep it."

He bought you the dress ignoring the hundreds of "no"s and your soft swipes, and smiled when he saw you getting into his car with it on.

"I'm sorry I got all worked up over the dress, how ridiculous..." your apology surprised him.

"You don't have to apologise."

"Crying over a silly thing like that is stupid, there are so many worse things in the world. I'll stop eating so much bread."

"You have as much right to be sad as anyone else, love." He braked the car and before getting out he took your hand gently.

"I know...but you shouldn't feel sorry for me."

"You don't control me."

You laughed and Aemond smiled and let you kiss him on the lips before getting out of the car.

That night, as usual, Aemond lost you in the crowd. Many times you tried to pull him out of his corner, pulling him by the arm and forcing him to wave, but you used to respect him and let him drink in peace. You would meet him every now and then, updating him on everything you were told. This time he noticed a lack of brightness in your gaze towards the others. He could see the slight sadness that came over you as soon as the person you were talking to took your attention away from you. You immediately sought him out when you were finally alone. He was more than ready to go home.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"I'm a little tired, do you mind if we leave?" You grabbed his arm as you leaned against him.

"Of course not."

He kissed you on the forehead and watched you say goodbye to your friends with your characteristic good humour. Only the hostess asked you if everything was alright, to which you lied so as not to worry her. The trip back was quiet, Aemond listened to you humming the song on the radio.

"I've fantasised about having my house in silence and tranquillity but I miss your little voice too much, what's the matter? Aemond followed you with his eyes as you walked around the house, taking off your coat and making a cup of tea. You handed him a cup and stroked his hair, smiling at his concern.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

You took a sip of the tea as you went to the bedroom, he followed and watched you lie straight down on the bed, face down and hugging your pillow.

"Did some asshole say something to you?" He wanted to sound threatening and terrifying but it was more funny than anything else. You shook your head. "I'll punch whoever you want."

Suddenly, you began to cry. With a cry so loud that it frightened Aemond, who had never heard you cry like that before. He started to call out to you in whispers, but your face was completely buried in the pillow.

"Please, tell me what's wrong, don't cry, I beg you..."

You turned your head to look at him, Aemond had laid down beside you to put his face close. He stroked your hair and dried your face as much as he could.

"I feel... so overwhelmed..." you confessed.

"Why, my love?"

"I feel that nothing I feel is valid. That nothing I feel is important because that's not my role. Today I told my friends what happened to me in the fitting room and they laughed, and they agreed with me, I was stupid. You think so yourself."

"I don't think you're stupid, I don't understand you, please don't cry".

"I feel that if I don't stop talking, people will forget about me, because I really am a basic, boring woman and people use me to tell me about their lives and I mustn't show any kind of emotion other than that of someone who is sure of herself."

Aemond preferred to keep quiet rather than repeat himself, this was completely new and he wasn't sure if he understood you.

"I hope that one day you will understand that this is not true.

"There are things that even you can't understand."

"Do you want to cry?" Aemond saw you nod, and it broke his heart a little, but he walked away, but not before giving you a kiss on your tear-stained cheek. He didn't close the door, but left the room and stood in the corridor. There he listened to you sniffle and couldn't stop feeling that he was doing something wrong.

It didn't take him long to come back in, rushing to the bed to lie down next to you again, letting you hug and squeeze him as the last of your cries came out of you.

"You should drink some water, it will stop your headache." He felt your head nod and ran to bring it to you.

He admired from afar as you drank the glass and set it down on the floor to lie down again. There was no crying now, and your face looked up at him, and Aemond stood with his arms folded, admiring your figure, which still had your dress on. Only your feet were bare.

"I've always liked your feet," he confessed, running a soft finger along the sole of one of them, tickling you. "But I like your legs best of all."

"I like your legs too, Aemond."

"Really? What's so special about them?"

"...what's between them."

Aemond made a mock-tired gesture and heard your laughter echo through the room.

"I thought you were more romantic than me."

"You thought wrong. You're more creative than you always think."

"That's true...though maybe some people motivate my imagination more than others." He moved his hand down your calfs, slowly lifting your skirt. You were still lying on your back. "Not at all basic or boring people...generous in every sense of the word."

He bent down on the bed, lifting your skirt and uncovering everything underneath, raising his hands to caress your ass. He deposited a kiss on your buttocks and reached behind you. His massage relaxed you, but before continuing he sought your face, turning your face to give you a soft kiss. When you continued the kiss, he accepted your consent.

"It hurts me to see you cry, and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Then he nimbly removed your panties and with one hand lifted your pelvis, and with the other pushed one buttock aside. His lips went straight to your pearl. As he kissed and licked, he felt himself grow as he heard cries that were no longer of pain. He felt your wetness increase and didn't hesitate to slip one of his long fingers inside you.

"Aemond..." you whispered and gasped his name and it served to realise that he needed to feel you and soon.

He removed the rest of your dress, leaving kisses on every bare patch, and was soon removing his own clothes under your impatient gaze, still lying there and catching your breath. He moved back on top of you and groped where he should thrust. When he entered you, you both felt a wave of pleasure.

He moved slowly but decisively, as Aemond was. Nothing about him was clumsy, and he preferred to climax by enjoying all the sensations you could give him. He kept a rhythm that made you shiver and pressed his body to yours, his lips close to your ear.

"Do you want me to tell you what I imagined when I looked at you the day I met you?" his voice was even softer, almost purring.

"Tell me, Aemond."

"I imagined you like this...under me, touching me like you always do, I imagined what it would be like to kiss you...and what the moles on your back would be like."

His pace was no faster, but he did penetrate you deeper and deeper, making you gasp with every thrust.

"I wondered what a girl like you would be like in a place as quiet as my bed. I needed to know what it was like to hear you whisper so that only I could hear you..."

"Aemond...I'm going to cum."

"But imagination has its limited functions." You felt the tingles peeking out, Aemond was sliding more and more over your body in sweat, and your hand came to rest in his hair, you felt his kisses and his tongue run down your neck in almost the same way it had run over your clit.

His grunts grew louder, and Aemond began to pant with you. You came first, letting out a small cry as the pleasure stirred inside you. Within a minute Aemond came, cumming inside you, as he loved to do. And before he pulled out of you, he rested his head in the hollow of your shoulder blades, catching his breath and pushing your hair aside. You felt the coolness of his breath. It didn't take long for him to pull you to lie down in front of him and cover you with a blanket. Your smile was back, and he had that special colour that sex gives him. You were about to speak, probably to make a comment of yours, but Aemond silenced you with an intense kiss, long and sweet but serious. When you broke apart, which you regretted, you didn't want to talk any more. He stroked your chin.

"Nothing I could have imagined that night," he said, "could ever come close to what you have made me feel since then."

[aphrmoosun]

His Queen and Goddess [One-Shot]

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House of the Dragon

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Aemond X Helaena X Aegon

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Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Incest, Sibling Incest, Siblings, Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Writer isn't native speaker

Sipnosis.

Aemond takes everything that belongs to Aegon when he becomes King Regent, including Queen Helaena Targaryen. As revenge, Aemond fucks the queen in front of the king and in a position that Aegon had previously mocked him for in a brothel. However, the queen would always see the good side of the king, and he would eventually join them in the only way he could, with his mouth.

Masterlist.

His Queen and Goddess [One-Shot].

The war had begun, it was official. The sides had already been chosen, and it wouldn't end until one of them was defeated. The participants knew which side they belonged to, or at least they pretended to. The black team had weaknesses that could be exploited, but the green team also had vulnerabilities that could be attacked.

Aemond knew this perfectly. His family's unity was important, but the king had only brought it upon himself. It was the perfect moment to take revenge on his brother. Aegon had not only mocked him his whole life, just because they were different, but he had also sought to humiliate him and, if his mother had not always protected him, saying he was useless and didn't want anything bad to happen to his family, Aemond knew him better and knew he wanted to hurt him. Because the king had always had self-esteem issues and sought to get rid of his own problems by making others suffer, sometimes out of caprice and sometimes for simple pleasure.

Aegon was not a good king. Everyone knew it before putting him on the throne. Aemond had been the first to know. He was the second-born son, but he was better than him in everything. And he was proving it in his regency.

He had to confess that the visit to the brothel where Aegon had humiliated him was not the only reason he had attacked him in that battle at the Rook's Rest. It was a revenge for a lifetime of humiliation and a revenge against life itself for being born after his stupid brother. Everything the king had in his life, he hadn't earned it himself. Being a man, he could proclaim himself king, but being the firstborn son, he could take his younger sister. According to the gods, Helaena was born to be Aegon's, but Aemond knew better. Everything Aegon had achieved by luck, Aemond deserved it through hard work his whole life.

No one had seen him attack the king from the air, his dragon Vaghar was bigger, stronger, and better than Aegon's dragon. No one would want to face them, but not even he had given him the opportunity to face him. His brother was so stupid that he didn't believe he had realized his intentions beforehand. So it was easy to catch him off guard and he had shouted a "Dracarys" with all his might, intending to kill him. Just returning him to his place with the gods would give Aemond what he deserved his whole life. But to his misfortune, the king had survived, lying in a bed with severe wounds but alive. He could only eat liquids, his legs trembled when trying to walk, and half his body had been burned by Vaghar's fire.

Aemond cursed himself when they found him alive, but now he saw the opportunity to take revenge on him, mocking him in the same way he had mocked him in the brothel.

His mockery had been directed at his intimacy with the same prostitute since he had lost his virginity, and that night he would show his brother that he was wrong. He wouldn't just fuck any whore, today he would take what he deserved. The queen, all to himself, and Aegon would be the front-row spectator.

It wasn't just an attack on him because the queen was the king's wife, but because he would take her with the desire he had kept for himself since the first moment the queen had sought a suitor after her first bleeding. Aemond had fantasized about her, a goddess reborn for him and only for him, just like he was born only for her. He would impale her with his cock and take her until his balls were empty inside her. Showing the king that his cock was alive and capable of sinking into his goddess when it got hard, unlike Aegon's which had ended up useless after his attack. For Aemond, it was a poetic revenge.

"Aemond." He heard his brother's weak voice in his bed.

"Put the king sitting up and put some pillows behind his back so he can sit up straight." He ordered one of the servants. "And call the queen."

"What are you doing, brother?"

Aemond got angry at hearing him so weak and in a certain way tender. The king had needed to be bedridden to treat him well.

"Did you call me?" Aemond turned to the queen as he heard her sweet voice.

"Helaena, please come and sit on the bed."

The queen obeyed her younger brother and he sat in a chair in front of the bed, observing the two who hadn't even looked at each other. The queen had tried to talk to the king, but he had turned away.

"It doesn't seem like Aegon is in good humor, I'm sorry." Aemond stretched out his hand for Helaena to move closer and took it. "You must understand that he has received a great injury and is unable to do anything."

"Aemond..." Aegon tried to speak, but this time Aemond raised his other hand, making the king fall silent.

"And when I say anything, I mean anything. The king will not be able to have more heirs because he will be unable to lift his little Aegon." He couldn't help but smile seeing his brother's gaze, he felt more satisfaction than in his whole life. "He will not be able to touch you again. Although knowing how useless and stupid he is, I doubt he ever touched you as he should have. I doubt he was capable of making you come."

"Aemond, the king did his best. As a king and... as a husband."

"You are too good, my sister. But the king has been a disaster in everything he has done because he never wanted what he had, and he didn't know how to appreciate it. But I do appreciate you and I see you and I want you. That's why today we are going to make the next heir of our family. You and me, together. As it should have been from the beginning."

"N-no we can't Aemond. I made a promise to the gods that I would always be his, until the day of my death."

"That vow has no value in time of war. Don't you see? Aegon in bed, me as regent, and then what? We are weak like this. Don't you want to protect your family?" Aemond knew the queen was hesitating because of her honor and her promise, but he also knew she wanted it as much as he did. That's why he needed an excuse to be able to free himself. "No one will have to know. The king's position will be strengthened because the rumors of his weakness and being in bed will die when they know he has a new heir."

Of course, he would make the sacrifice of giving him the heir even though in the shadows that child would be his. If what he received in return was to take the queen whenever he wanted until she showed signs of pregnancy and his brother would look on as he took her.

"All right." Helaena nodded and this time she did receive a look from the king, this time it was she who turned away.

"You can't agree with this madman!" The king shouted, stretching out to grab the other free hand of the queen.

"Aegon, I do it for all of us. I am afraid, afraid of losing you, of being alone or of losing Jaehaera as well. If we have-have another male heir, they will respect us again."

Aemond smiled hearing her, knowing he had won the war of words against the king but that now he was also going to win the poetic war by taking the queen like a dog, in the position that made the king laugh so much in the brothel.

Helaena got up, taking her hands away from both brothers, and began to undress, looking down. Aemond got up to help her undo the laces of her dress and then her corset. He could see the queen's back and buttocks naked and just the image in his mind of what was to come made his cock wake up.

But before that, he wanted to make her come in the king's bed, he wanted to eat her out under his attentive gaze and give her an orgasm.

He put his hand on the queen's bare shoulder, caressing it, and then went down her back to her buttocks, which he squeezed, hearing a sound of surprise from her.

"Turn around." He whispered in her ear. And just as he said it, she obeyed.

He could appreciate the queen's nudity from her breasts, with her nipples hard and pink, to her flat stomach and just below a patch of white hair that proclaimed the treasure he desired the most.

He gave her a hand, making her sit on the bed, and gently pushed her down to the side of Aegon. The king's speech was over, now he just looked at the queen without taking his eyes off her and as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Aemond knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her soft knees.

"Spread your legs."

With some hesitation, she did. And Aemond almost came in his clothes seeing the flesh of his greatest desire. And just below, the hole he was sure was the door to paradise itself.

Before lowering himself, Aemond glanced at the queen, who seemed impatient, and at the king, who looked like a degenerate watching them.

And without further ado, Aemond laid his body down, making his face land on the queen's intimate parts. He didn't use his fingers at first, instead, he licked up and down the slit, tasting a salty flavor and her wetness. Realizing she was more than ready, he focused his mouth on the queen's clitoris, licking, sucking, and pressing. And with two of his fingers, he penetrated the vaginal opening, feeling it pull him in, making him moan against her clit.

But what excited him the most was hearing Helaena's moans, this time leaving behind her shyness.

"Aemond, aah, Aemond."

His fingers moved faster, eager to make her come. More urgency on his part, as he feared if he kept hearing her moan his name like that, he would come in his pants, and worse, without he sinking into her.

"Aemond, I-I."

He pulled his mouth away from her clit, hearing a sound of disappointment.

"What does my queen desire?"

"Please."

He looked up at her. Seeing her blushing, with her hair disheveled, and moving her hands over her large breasts.

"I need your words. Tell me. Just one word, and I will give you anything you ask for."

"Penetrate me."

"I am already doing so."

His fingers kept moving, now more slowly, making her squirm, asking for her release.

"Not like this."

"And how should it be?"

"With your cock."

Without taking his eyes off her, he inserted a third finger and began to move them faster inside her. With his mouth, he devoured her with more fervor, leaving behind any teasing, and feeling her interior squeeze his fingers.

"Ah, Aemond!"

The queen raised her hips towards his face, coming with his fingers inside her. When she lowered them, he moved his mouth to the orifice, pulling out his fingers and licking them, savoring the rich honey of his goddess. He also licked the entrance, introducing his tongue, eating the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted in his life. Helaena imprisoned him with her legs, asking for more, but he moved them away, hearing that sound of desperation from her again.

"It's time to take you as the goddess you are." His mouth went to her breasts, which caught his attention because they bounced with the queen's labored breathing. He licked and bit them, sucking on her hard nipples.

But in another moment, he could pamper them as they deserved. Now he needed to empty his balls inside Helaena as soon as possible.

He stood up, undressing desperately, and turned his gaze to his brother, who hadn't taken his eyes off the queen. He must have felt that he had wasted the healthy hours of his entire marriage, going to brothels, instead of taking his queen whenever he wanted. Before, he didn't want to, but he could, now he wants to, but he can't. Aemond wanted it before and wants it now, he was going to fuck her.

"Turn around."

The queen turned around, confused, Aegon looked at him for the first time. And Aemond positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips, making them lift, and his cock brushed against the entrance of her hole. They both moaned at the contact, and then Aemond looked at his brother.

"Is that how you said to take her, isn't it? Like a dog!"

His satisfaction was enormous when he saw the realization in his eyes. But he turned back to look at the queen's back, and took her hips, making his cock slide inside her slowly.

"Aemond, please. More."

"More what my queen?"

"M-more inside. More dee-ply. Mo-re quickly."

Her desires were orders for him, and he obeyed each word the queen had asked of him. He slid his cock inside her completely and began to pull it out and push it in with force.

He felt the king's gaze on the queen, looking for her, but she had turned her gaze down, watching as they united. And Aegon turned his gaze back to the same place, Aemond also did.

He felt a hot pre-liquid come out inside her, a sign of his pleasure but also of his impending orgasm, and he had to hold back. For the queen's pleasure came before his.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against the back of the whitehaired queen, and moved his right hand to one of her breasts, bouncing with each thrust, and his left hand to her clitoris, pressing and moving his fingers over it.

"Ae-aemond," Helaena whispered, lowering her head to the pillow, unable to keep her legs open and her ass up. Aemond held her with his arms, feeling the development of their orgasms.

"Come for me, my queen. Come around my cock. I am your greatest servant, I was made for you, and my duty is to make you come."

The walls of her interior squeezed his cock, making them both moan loudly, and Helaena's hips pushed back, making him penetrate her one last time before coming inside her.

"Aemond!"

His balls emptied inside her as she moaned with her orgasm. He didn't stop penetrating her until he was sure he had emptied every last drop of his seed inside the queen.

Helaena fell forward, making him fall beside her. And still united carnally, he kissed the trembling back of his goddess in a tender and loving gesture.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother had looked away. But his satisfaction was greater when he saw that the king had stained his pants. He had an impotent virile member like him, but he was still capable of coming seeing him fuck the queen who now belonged to him.

"Thank you for the position advice, brother. I could feel her interior squeezing my balls much better. In the end, you were right, I am a dog, but in the end, I am a lucky dog who can take a goddess who was reborn to be my queen."

He lay down next to Helaena, embracing her from one side, making her place her head on his chest. He didn't care if she could hear and feel how fast his heart was beating. She belonged to him, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.

"Aegon," he heard the queen's sweet voice.

He didn't want to interfere in the conversation, mostly because the king seemed not to want to carry it out.

"Aegon, please."

Helaena looked for the king, trying to get up, but Aemond stopped her.

"Don't be so hard. He just saw that he will never be able to have you like this again, my queen. Only I can."

She looked at him, her eyes pleading.

"Aemond, please. Have mercy, he is of our same blood."

But he didn't care. But his goddess asked him with her mouth and with her gaze.

He pulled out of her, making her moan softly, he had to remember to make her moan like that again because of his cock.

"I can't do anything for him, the gods took what they knew made the king weak. But if he can't make you come like I did now. Maybe he wants to taste your ripe fruit washed by my liquid."

He didn't want to see his brother eating his goddess, he didn't want to see his disgusting face of pleasure when he touched her, but she asked him. And he was only her servant.

Aegon turned his gaze to the queen, and they could both see tears falling down his cheeks. Helaena gently wiped them away, something the king didn't deserve. But she was good and always saw the good in her brother, even if no one else could.

"Do you want?"

Helaena whispered in the king's ear, and he only nodded. The queen helped him lie down, placing his head on the pillow, and ended up sitting on the king's face.

He could see her opening, dirty with post-orgasm liquid from the queen and from the king regent, whose semen had come out of her entrance, falling on her inner thighs.

The queen was embarrassed, trying to close her legs, but Aegon held her, eating her entrance, raising his head.

"Ah, Aegon."

He didn't deserve it, the king didn't deserve the sweet melody of his goddess. But the queen's face of pleasure, her teary eyes, her flushed cheeks, her white hair disheveled, and her breasts bouncing, as she started jumping on top of Aegon's face, made Aemond stop next to her.

"Don't forget about me, please, my queen!" He whispered in her ear, giving her kisses on her shoulder.

His cock had woken up again, hard as a rock, seeing her jump like that.

"Ho-how?"

Aemond grabbed her hair in a ponytail with his hand and whispered to her again.

"It's your turn to eat."

She understood. He had corrupted his goddess, and that would punish him later, but now he needed her wet mouth around his cock.

The queen stood up for a moment, and they heard the king's complaints, which were silenced again by Helaena's pussy. He continued to eat her while she turned around and leaned over the king's body to be at the level of Aemond's cock, which was hard and waiting for her to suck it.

"Helaena."

Aemond moaned as he felt her wet mouth around him. But he was surprised when he felt her tongue playing with the tip of his cock. Then she took it out of her mouth and licked it from top to bottom, all the way to his balls, which she squeezed with her hands. He wasn't taking her, she was taking him. And he would let her, because he was hers, just as she was his. Both belonged to each other.

He took her again, pushing his cock all the way into her throat, until the end of it, deep.

"Hel-Hel."

He grabbed her head, keeping her there until she asked him to take it out. He worried when he saw her breathing heavily, but she took it in the same way again, all the way to the back of her throat.

"I'm close, I'm going to make you drink my milk."

He warned her so she could prepare. He felt the queen's fingers squeezing his balls, and her throat vibrating around his cock, telling him she was also coming. And that's how they came together again, and his liquid filled her, this time in her mouth.

The queen raised her head and saw how her cheeks were wet with tears.

Aemond took her in his arms, sitting on the bed with her on top, and gave her several kisses on her shoulders and breasts.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, it wasn't my intention. Before dead than hurt you, Helaena."

She shook her head.

"You didn't hurt me. Only... it was the impression of the moment." She dried her tears and he helped her too.

Aemond turned his gaze to Aegon, who also seemed worried.

"I think we had enough fun..." He said with a smile on his face. In the end, he would forgive his brother, knowing he already had enough punishment, never being able to take his queen or fertilize her with his heir. "...with Aegon's mouth, with my mouth, and yours. But I think the heir is not made that way."

In the end, his imperious excuse was one of his greatest desires, to impregnate her and see her belly grow with a child of his inside her. A child of both of them.

And Aegon would survive to see the same thing. His goddess having his heir, and his servant taking her until the end of his days. Because at the end of the day, both brothers were born for the queen, and while one dog took her, another dog ate her. Both with different punishments but with one thing in common. They both loved the queen and would protect her until their last breath.

.END

[maidragoste]

Worry

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Aegon is worried about Jaehaera's future.

This is part of the universe of "The Queen and her husbands" but it can be read independently without having read the series. The only thing you have to know is that Helaena is dead, as are Jaehaerys and Maelor. And Reader is Aegon's second wife.

Aegon and Jaehaera are very important to me so I wanted to write something related to them for a long time. I hope you like it 💖💖

REBLOGS, comments and likes are always greatly appreciated 🥰🥰💖💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You entered the cameras you shared with Aegon and Aemond. You found the king with a glass of what you supposed to be wine and watching through the window like Jaehaera flew with Morghuel while she was followed by her siblings and they dragons. You weren't surprised to see Aegon alone and thoughtful. You knew that the last meeting with the Council was not to his liking. Nor was it from yours.

Aegon turned for a moment when he heard the sound of the door open but his attention soon returned to his daughter.

"Do you think I'm a fool to refuse?" He asked.

During the last meeting, Jaehara's possible nuptials had been discussed. After the last day of his daughter's name, they began to receive proposals for her hand. Now that Jaehaera is sixteen, the court thinks she is ready to marry but Aegon could disagree more. Or maybe he was the one who was not ready to see her leave.

Jaehaera was the last thing he had left of Helaena. Aegon may haven't loved her sister romantically and her marriage may have been unwanted but he loved her just as he loved all of their children. He had to protect Jaehaera as he had been unable to protect Jaehaerys and Maelor. He owed it to Helaena.

If Jaehaera married, she was expected to go live on her husband's lands. If his daughter was away how was he supposed to protect her? He couldn't trust her future husband to take care of her. He couldn't trust anyone. Years ago people whispered about how strange Jaehaera was, how she sometimes seemed immersed in her own world, how she rarely smiled. Now those same people were fighting for his attention so they could marry his daughter, the same girl they didn't want to be around before because of her supposed weirdness.

Aegon wasn't stupid, he knew that they only wanted Jaehaera because they thought the house she married would get more power, they assumed that he would get them more lands and receive more favors from him.

“Of course not,” you responded as you hugged him from behind. You felt your husband's body relax a little. “I would be more worried if you had said yes” you confessed, resting your cheek on his back.

Aegon took one of your hands from around him and kissed it before placing it back on his chest, where your hand was before.

“If Jaehaera gets married, people will expect her to give her husband children. I don't want him to go through the delivery bed. She's too young,” he declared and took a long drink of wine, trying to get the image of her daughter bleeding on the delivery bed out of her head.

He also didn't like thinking about Jaehaera having a baby. She was only sixteen years old—the same age as him when she and Jaehaerys were born—she shouldn't have to worry about raising a child when she was still a child. He wanted to continue watching her grow, he wanted to continue seeing her flying carefree with her siblings, he wanted to see her making flower crowns with her siblings, he wanted her only worries to be taking care of Morghul and taking care of her gardens. Jaehaera didn't need a husband. She was happy as she was.

"I don't want to lose her or for her to end up hurt. I want her to always continue enjoying her freedom."

You frowned as you heard the defeat in your husband's voice. As if he thought that it wouldn't matter what he wanted, Jaehaera would end up getting married and suffering because of it. You couldn't let him continue thinking that so you took the glass out of his hand and then left it on the table and took his face in your hands to get his attention. "Remember that you are the king, love. You have the power. Not the court or the council. No one can force you to get Jaehaera married" you reminded him with determination in your eyes "Don't let yourself be carried away by the pressure. Don't make the same mistakes as your father" you advised him.

Aegon couldn't help but grimace at the mention of Viserys but still valued your words. He was grateful to have you by his side, you always helped him open his eyes and come to his senses. The truth is he wouldn't know what he would do without you. If it weren't for you, it would surely take forever to find the solution to his problems or he would be making mistake after mistake. Taking you as his wife was the best decision he had ever made.

"Please don't mention Viserys again. I can't stand it," he complained and feigned retching exaggeratedly.

"You needed to come to your senses" You defended yourself with a shrug "Desperate situations call for desperate measures" you joked.

Your husband laughed before kissing you. You hummed happily and satisfied that you had gotten him back into a good mood before kissing him back, pulling him closer to you.

At the next meeting with the council, Aegon announced that Jaehaera would not marry anyone unless she wanted, not knowing that his daughter at that very moment was on Dragonstone having a Valyrian wedding. But that's a story for another day.

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[daenysx]

Hi! I don't know if you remember the request of reader being pregnant with aemond but don't want to tell him because they are not married and the baby would be a bastard and his family wouldn't accept that, well, i was wondering if you could make a little series about it (like the proposal, the wedding, the pregnancy, the birth and a couple year later).

Los of love 💖

hi baby, thank you so much for this request and i'm sorry it took me so long! i've tried 2 different versions but i wasn't really satisifed with them. you can think of this as the second part and the explanation of their feelings.

requests are open!!

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STRINGS ATTACHED (part 1)

part 2 - confessing

you and aemond explain your feelings to each other. nsfw.

he looks calm and relaxed, watches the ceiling as he rubs absent-minded circles on your belly.

it has been only 3 days since you told aemond that you are pregnant with his baby. in his analitical mind there are two parts; the one which makes him want to scream his happiness and the one which makes him know that he should protect you and the baby from every possible thing that could happen.

after that little moment of shock passed, he started to make plans in his mind. how to meet you with his family, how to get married to you, how to prevent any harm that can come to your way. he cannot afford to lose you and the baby at this point. he is already ready to lose it all just for your sake.

you are in bed next to him. his enormous bed, the witness of all your love making sessions. the witness of him falling in love with you everytime as you try to hold him closer.

"do you have any regrets?"

your soft voice brings him back to reality.

"regrets?"

you nod. "i'm just curious, it all happened so fast."

he gives himself a few seconds to think before he answers.

"i don't regret our baby. please don't ever think that. i should've told you about my feelings sooner. i shouldn't have made you feel like it's just sex and nothing else."

"why did you do it then?"

he seems happy that you want explanations instead of letting go.

"i didn't know how to reach you. how to be with you. how to start a relationship or even asking you. it happened and you seemed like you love the deal we had, i accepted what i had and didn't stop."

you let out a small chuckle.

"so, what you're saying is 'the perfect aemond targaryen' didn't know how to ask a girl out and settled for a sex arrangement instead?"

your words did something to him and suddenly he is on top of you, kissing like there is no tomorrow.

"and what about you, hmm? why wait so long to tell me how you feel? why ever letting me believe that you fell for someone else?"

you keep kissing him before answering his question.

"i didn't want to lose you. i thought if i talk about feelings you would break the arrangement and i could never see you again."

he understands. of course he fucking understands. it's not difficult to process everything in his mind but he feels guilty somehow. he wishes he could be the brave one. it would change everything and he cannot help himself, he thinks of all the lost opportunities.

"i just wish-" you kiss him, not letting him finish his sentence that he starts with a frown on his face.

"no. from now on, it's a new beginning for us. we won't think anything about the past, okay?"

he smiles. it's comforting, to have someone by his side who makes sure he stops thinking.

"i want this with you. i want all of you. i want everything with you."

he kisses you. not just a sweet, little kiss but a passionate one. your words carve their ways into his heart and he lets himself hold onto them until the end of his days.

"we will have a baby, can you believe that?" you say with a big smile.

"i must admit, it's still a shock. i wouldn't want a baby with anyone but you, it's quite a relief."

you frown slightly. "oh, please. you should try to be a little more romantic than that."

he starts pressing kisses to your neck as he stays on top of you in bed. "i should be romantic, hmm? should i kiss every inch of your body that i adore so much, you can't even guess? should i tell you how much i love you, how much i'd like to think about you, carrying our baby? should i tell you how beautiful you'll be as a mother and that i'll always be a man on his knees for you? because i think i can do that, sweetheart."

you hold his face and lead his lips to yours. he is a man of words and those words make you want to part your legs for him, only to keep him there forever.

"can you- can we-"

you pause, breathless and unsure of your words.

"anything you want." he understands.

he makes a quick work on your clothes, takes them off. he takes off his eyepatch, stands next to bed until he's naked for you. you watch him with eager eyes. he is yours now. no need to hide anything you feel. you press your thighs together, biting your lip.

"you should keep those legs open for me, my love."

you take a deep breath. his fingers stay on your thighs as he helps you keep them open.

"already wet for me? you look perfect."

he brings his fingers to your cunt, slowly touches with gentle fingertips. his fingers easily gets coated with your wetness and you whimper softly.

"i need to hear those voices, okay? be loud for me."

his first time touching you when you're both aware of feelings and it feels different. all he wants is to kiss you and fuck you senseless but he wants to be gentle and loving, too.

he is sure you're ready and if he doesn't start moving his fingers soon, you'll be cursing him. he puts his index finger deep, the sensation of his long finger in you is sudden and perfect. he moves it until he makes sure you feel that delicious strech, then he adds his middle finger.

"move your hips for me, sweet girl. there you go, it's nice isn't it?"

you nod as you move your hips in a sync with his fingers and it's perfect. it's more than nice, feeling his fingers right there. then he makes it better.

he knows how much you love it when he finds your g-spot and touches it like a cruel man. endless pressure until he feels your walls clench. you are almost addicted.

"yes, oh god, aemond! keep your fingers there, it's so- hmm."

he chuckles. "why on earth would i stop touching something so beautiful, hmm? let go, princess."

you find his other hand with closed eyes and lead his thumb to your clit.

"two fingers not enough for you, you want another one? fuck, i love you so fucking much."

he rubs your swollen clit and you move your hips like your life depends on it. you feel yourself getting close but you also don't want this to end.

"kiss me."

he immediately obeys and leans forward to kiss you. his hands don't stop, his lips swallow all of your noises and you love it. you love how much he devotes himself to you in bed.

it doesn't take long, you arch your back your hands stroke his hair and he slows his pace when he feels you come around him. warm liquid goes down on your legs and on his fingers and it feels like the world can fuck off now that you have him.

you hold his hand, relieved and happy. "you are perfect, thank you."

"no need to thank me, love. it was my pleasure." he smirks and that smirk has never looked more beautiful.

you take a few minutes as he cleans you. when you feel the effect of shattering orgasm lessens, you sit on bed, leading him under you.

"i'd like to return the favor."

he looks unsure. "as much as i love the image of your lips around my cock, i don't want you to go hard on yourself, love. that was for you."

you shake your head stubbornly. "i want to do it. i love doing it, you know that and i'm fine."

you don't let him say anything else, you take his cock in your soft hand. he hisses with the sudden feeling. you tighten your fingers experimentally, hearing his voice saying your name desperately.

"don't tease me, you little minx. it was hard enough to watch you come undone on my fingers, i need you."

you smile affectionally. "as you wish."

you lick your palm and bring it back to his cock, stroking him slowly and your thumb is on the tip of him. you lean forward and take him in your mouth. it's quite impossible to take him fully in your mouth but you start slow and he guides you, never lets you hurt yourself.

you start sucking him, gently. your hands travel on his thighs and the length of him that you cannot have in your mouth. his hands find your hair, helps you move easily.

you are used to this, during your arrangement it was the only thing that calmed aemond's mind. he'd love seeing you taking care of him, sucking him, and looking at him with those eyes while you do that. it never takes too long for him, the image of you between his legs is enough to get him there.

"can you- a little more, my love. please." such needy words coming from his mouth.

you are merciful, you keep moving your lips and tongue in a way you know makes him go feral. he starts lifting his hips unintentionally.

"i'm close baby, you can stop."

you straighten your back for a moment, continue your movements with your hand. you take a deep breath and take him in your mouth again.

"baby-"

"i wanna swallow. come on aemond, i know you are close."

your words start burning their way into his brain and he loses it. he comes with a loud moan, his desire stays in your mouth in a liquid form. he can't think or breathe for a moment.

"i think you just killed me."

you smirk. "you always say the same thing."

he pulls you closer into his arms. he holds you right there, such a moment was reserved only in his dreams and now it's his reality. he pulls the covers on you, you bury your face to his neck.

"i've always wanted to do this. after you made me come with that perfect mouth of yours, i wanted to hold you like this."

you mumble softly. "sometimes you did."

"it wasn't enough."

his lips find your neck, the soft skin of your breast, and your belly.

"our baby is right here, hmm?"

you smile. "it's too small, aemond. we should see a doctor though."

"still, it's here my love. and we can see a doctor tomorrow, okay?"

you nod. "i want to sleep."

"go ahead, baby. i'll be right here when you wake up."

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Riding A Dragon // aemond x wife!reader

; This was based off this post by @ophelialaufey !! sorry this is a bit short.

NSFW:MDNI! fingering, clit stimulation, doing the deed on top of vhagar bro, public sex(?) it's literally in the skies, riding, slightly breast play, not proofread, ONE SHOT.

“Come.” Aemond commands, dragging you by your hand to the open space of dragonpit, before he calls for Vhagar.

“Aemond! You can't be serious right now!” you hiss, trying to pry your hand away from his grip but he remains firm, “Oh I am, Dear wife. When we had just married, you expressed your excitement to ride Vhagar, I thought today would be the perfect day.” he says smugly.

“I am really grateful for your thoughtfulness husband, but I fear I'm incapable, what if she doesn't like me? Or worse she eats me—” you voice your concerns but aemond hushes.

“She won't, she knows how much I love you, she can feel it through the dragon bond.” he confesses and you blush, bowing your head down in shyness.

A large shadow falls over the both of you before vhagar lands, bare fitting in the open space, you watch as she growls as you, and you stand there frozen in fear.

“Come.” he let goes of your hand before going near her head, giving her pats and rubbing her scales in a soothing way, she relaxes into his touch and you slowly stalk towards her, her eye looks at you in question.

Aemond takes your hand in his before he presses it against her scales, you tense up not knowing what to do but aemond guides you, directing in a motion that it seems like your petting her, you soon do it on your own and you notice her letting her guard down from you.

She purrs in content which makes you chuckle, Aemond smiles looking at the both of you

“Let's go, wife.” he says going off her to her and you stop petting her to follow him, he helps you climb her, it wasn't an easy task considering you were still in your dress which is very much unfit for dragon riding but aemond helps you through it, staying right behind and making sure you don't fall.

You sit in the front on the saddle while Aemond sits behind you, adjusting you so it's comfortable for you and him, his hands on your waist pulling you close to him before they leave and grip on the reins from either side of you.

“Soves Vhagar!” he says and Vhagar is quick to take off into the skies, you close your eyes in fear, feeling the wind hit your face at such speed when she takes off into the sky.

You open your eyes when you feel the wind become more gentle as Vhagar stations above the sky, you gasp when you see that you're above the clouds, surrounded by even more clouds, you smile brightly and turn a little to look at aemond who was already looking at you, he presses a kiss to the side of your head before you both fly on Vhagar.

Some time passes and you enjoy the breeze that is hitting against your hair until you feel Aemond wrap one his hands around your waist tightly than before, pulling you against him, and that's when you felt it, something poking against your backside, you look at him and he gives a smirk, making you blush.

You thought he would tell vhagar to land to take care of the business but what he does shocks you.

He hikes your skirt up, hand grazing from your leg to your thighs as he lifts your skirts further and further, you try to swat his hands away but his grip remains firm and he shoots you a warning glare, his hand trails under your bunched up skirt and rests on your inner thigh before he draws small circles there, causing you to gasp.

His hand trails further up and he feels how wet you are through your small clothes, “Oh you're dripping.” he says which makes you flustered, he pushes your small clothes aside, ripping it a little in hurry.

He fingers dip in your wet folds, making you lean against his chest as you let out a contented sigh, to which he smirks at, his middle finger travels to your opening before gathering the slick from there and bring it up to your clit, rubbing small circles cause you to twitch in his grip.

His pace is painfully slow, almost as if he is making it slow on purpose, which he was, he rubs gentle circles on your clit before his hand dips down further and once again pokes at your entrance.

He shifts, making you space to lean back further against him to give him more access, just then vhagar let's out a loud growl because she felt how agitated aemond was, causing you to panic but aemond holds you still, “Lykiri vhagar, lykiri.” he says calmly and the beast calms down.

His pushes his finger inside causing you whimper before he slowly moves it, “Look at you enjoying this, aren't you indecent?” he whispers in your earaking you whine, his fingers rub against a rough patch causing you to moan loudly, his other hand which was holding your waist leaves and travels to your clit, stimulating both at the same time.

You wriggle in his grip at the sensation, “Be still, you'll fall.” he growls lowly into your ear causing you to halt your movements, he let's go of your clit and his hand travels up to grope your breasts, giving them a squeeze as his fastens the pace of his fingers buried in your cunt.

“F-fuck a-aemond!” he pinches your breast meanly, you can feel yourself rapidly reaching your peak, the coil in your core tightening at an immense rate before finally snapping.

You let out a loud moan into the skies, falling limp against Aemond to which he chuckles meanly at, he draws his fingers out before bring it up to his lips and licking them clean, causing you to blush at the sight.

He let's out a contented hum at the taste while you breathe heavily, tired and recovering from the bliss of your peak.

“Oh don't tell me you're tired now, you have another dragon to ride.” he whispers in your ear, you were confused at first, not understanding what he meant.

It was only when he landed vhagar and dragged you to the keep to your shared chambers had you realised what he meant.

He wanted you to ride him.

And ride him you did, for hours, overstimulating both him and yourself.

You fell limply on the bed, exhausted from the events of the day, aemond propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you before kissing your forehead.

Riding two dragons in a day is exhausting, you figured.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

What’s The Meaning Of This?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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A/n: I looked up uncommon girl names for the sister and picked Nerissa so if that’s your name no it’s not.

Yandere Aemond X Fem! Reader, Aemond X Your sister (For a brief moment)

You had been in your private chambers done with lessons and duties for the day having the thought to relax before going out to the gardens to read or talk between your sisters, seeing a maid come in only to take the letter from her and started reading it seeing such details from Aemond Targaryen which only confused you all more even if the words were sweet but didn't think much as you stood up going to offer it to the sister you figured it was meant for instead. Your beautiful younger Nerissa sister took the letter and began reading it. The first paragraph sent her cheeks blushing as it described in beautiful words how much Aemond desired her, but the ending confused her as Aemond went on to say that he had not meant to write the letter for her, but for her beautiful older sister...you. The words were incredibly flattering, but the fact that they were not meant for her left a pit of disappointment in her stomach. As if it had been given to her by mistake as she stayed quiet.

You noticed the confusion on your sister's face and was about to ask about it until you heard a quick thank you then watched as your sister quickly walked away with the detailed letter in hand without  a second thought before shrugging your shoulders, going about your business even as you mentioned it in passing but still didn't think much about it even as the maid followed Nerissa closely and quietly asked as she tilted her head toward the younger girl not knowing your sister was going to lie and attempt to marry prince Aemond instead "What are you doing? That letter was meant for lady Y/n."

Nerissa nervously looked behind herself to make sure the maid was not watching before turning back and whispering to her. “I know, but I have always loved prince Aemond. He doesn’t know it yet, but we are meant to be together Now go on, don’t say anything to anyone, ok?” She smiled as the prospect of marrying Prince Aemond started to seem more and more real. It would be a beautiful story for her and no one would dare to question it in the face of such obvious bliss.

The maid slowly nodded her head in understanding even if she knew that the letter was in fact for you but figured it really wasn't any of her business as she watched your sister walk away with a love-struck look in her eye before continuing on with her duties, you were out in the garden choosing to enjoy some fresh air as you read a book having forgotten all about the heavily detailed letter from Aemond as you truly thought it was mistaken that it was delivered to you but was happy that your sister would be cared for and happy in what you figured would be a happy marriage.

Your sister was beaming with pride as she ran off with the letter. She had successfully tricked the maid and now all she had to do was convince Aemond. She went back into her room and began writing her own letter back to Aemond. In the letter she would confess her own feelings for him and try to convince him that a marriage was in the cards for him and her. She knew he would be shocked, but she was an attractive woman and knew she could charm him as well as anybody could even as she signed it the same way you would.

She wrote of how she had always had a crush on him from afar and had wanted nothing more than to be his wife. She talked about how similar they were and how much she admired him and looked up to him. She even threw in a bit about his attractiveness and how much she thought they could both be happy together. At the end, she included a bit about how her sister had made a small mistake but it was nothing to dwell on, and that perhaps they should start courting immediately. She finished up the letter by saying that a marriage between them was a perfect match and that she would be forever grateful if he agreed and that she wouldn’t allow him to marry anyone else if he didn’t. She also mentioned how wonderful of a husband and father he would be, and said that even if he hadn’t had feelings for her before, this would certainly change things. She sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for a response and even more so, the prince’s agreement.

During the next few days You had been smiling to herself seeing just how happy your sister Nerissa was about getting to be with Aemond, standing outside with your other sisters and mother as your father and Nerissa got ready to leave as you hugged your sister tightly before looking at her still fully unaware that the letter from Aemond was for in fact meant for you "I hope he sees just how lovely you are same as how he wrote." Nerissa was glowing with the anticipation that Aemond would soon be her husband. She embraced you and laughed, telling you how lucky she was. She was about to tell you everything that she had been hiding and about her plans to marry the prince but decided that the surprise would be even more sweet. She got in the carriage next to her father and smiled at you, thanking you once more for allowing her to fulfill her life long dream. Soon after Nerissa and her father arrived in King’s landing which caused her excitement to sky rocket especially since she could see the Targaryen/Hightower family standing outside, stepping out after her father as Alicent greeted her kindly before she looked to Aemond only to see the confusion on his face since he didn't see you anywhere even as Nerissa smiled at him speaking with the sweetest tone she could muster due to her nerves "Hello prince Aemond I hope we can become close before the wedding." Aemond was shocked and taken aback. He knew that his letter had been intended for another, but he didn’t think one of your sisters would appear before him as he had been excitedly waiting to see you. But he did know one thing. The woman in front of him was not the woman he had written that letter to. He was not interested in marrying Nerissa. Still, Aemond did not want to cause a scene and so he welcomed Nerssa into his home and offered her a drink, all while she still had no idea what was going on in his head.

Aemond decided to play along with Nerissa for the evening. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise and reveal that he had actually meant the letter for someone else more specifically you. He listened to her talk for a while, making conversation and even offering to play a game of cyvasse. His focus was on keeping the night light and cheerful while still trying to get to the bottom of why exactly she had replied to his letter. He would figure it out eventually, but for now, he could pretend things were alright.

Aemond tried to enjoy his night with Nerissa even when deep down he knew he was leading her on without trying too. But he couldn’t help but notice how much she had grown to resemble you. Her facial features were similar and her sweet smile was almost identical. It was almost as if Nerissa was imitating her sister, but he knew that couldn’t be true. Aemond’s mind was racing with possibilities for the rest of the night as Nerissa continued talking to him in her sweet voice. Nerissa continued to try and act like you since at least she knew your letter was meant for her older sister and not her even as much as she prayed to the gods you would like her better or even try to change your mind so you could instead wed her like she had been hoping for, taking a drink of the wine before she looked at the tall blonde as if she could envision what life could be like for the two of them and couldn't help herself as the words tumbled out of her mouth with a small slur due to the drinking "That letter you had sent was very sweet and romantic."

Aemond’s eyes widened as Nerissa’s words hit him. She knew the letter was meant for you and yet she had gone through with her plan especially since she had been acting like she was going to be his wife. Aemond was almost impressed by how bold she had been in her actions, but he was still upset that she had tricked him. He had no intention of marrying her and knew he had to find a way out of that situation. But he kept a smile on his face and thanked her for the compliment as he poured her another cup of wine. Nerissa felt her eyes widen at her own words and felt stupid for bringing it up but cleared her throat as she smiled that he didn't seem to notice or at least she thought he hadn't and hoped that would be the end of it, thanking him softly as he poured her some more wine even if she was curious as to why he seemed to keep her drinking only setting down her goblet when she felt the wine really start to kick in after she noticed it seemed like the room was spinning.

Aemond couldn’t help but take delight in seeing Nerissa’s cheeks flush as she drank the wine. He knew he needed to keep her drinking if he wanted to get her to say exactly what was going on, but he was starting to feel angry for her trying to use him in such a way as if the love he held for you was nothing. Still, if what he had suspected was true then Nerissa would have deceived him as well not just his family, and perhaps their conversation would provide the answers he was looking for. Aemond had been listening for some mention of the contents of the letter from Y/n but as the wine flowed and the hours passed, Nerissa became more and more intoxicated. As she began to slur her words more and her head became woozy, Aemond took notice. He decided to ask her directly about what he knew was happening. “My lady, I know that you received the letter that I had intended for your sister. Why is it that you kept that from me?” He asked, hoping to learn more.

Nerissa was blinking slowly as she processed his words before she started giggling feeling like she understood enough even in her state "Y/n didn't believe it was for her and she gave it to me, I've admired you and wanted to be your bride for so long that I just agreed with her besides why would you even want her?" She spoke carelessly as her hand lightly started fanning her face that had a flush. Aemond was shocked by Nerissa’s confession but she had confirmed his suspicions. You had given away the letter without thinking through the ramifications while Nerissa had taken the letter and pretended that she was the intended recipient, perhaps thinking that she would have a better chance with Aemond.

Aemond’s eyes narrowed at Nerissa’s words as her giggling filled the air. He couldn’t believe her about knowing it was intended for you his sweet love and attempting to marry him instead like it would cause no issue, and his anger began to boil over. He stood up and went over to Nerissa, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “Why would I want you? I wrote that letter for Y/n and you knew it! What exactly do you think you are doing?!” Nerissa couldn't help that her lips pouted out once he roughly grabbed her face as she looked up at him "Because I'm better than she is and I'm going to be a better wife then Y/n could ever dream of being", Placing her hand on his wrist as she tried to stand up from her seat no matter how dizzy she was "Why do you even want her so badly anyways I could be so good for you more so then her."

Aemond’s eyes widened at Nerissa’s words. She actually believed that she could be better than you? The girl was delusional. Aemond’s grip on her face tightened as he stood over her. He was starting to become incredibly frustrated and angry at her stubbornness to stay with her plans. “No! You are lying to yourself and you know it. Y/n is beautiful and sweet and would make me a perfect wife. She is infinitely better than you.” Her words only infuriated Aemond even more. It was clear that Nerissa was not going to change her mind about the situation.“Why, oh why, would I want a wife like you when there are far better options!” He shouted at her, squeezing her more tightly. He had to find a way to get her to give up on her plans, and fast. He couldn’t have you marry someone else. It would devastate him even with him having stopped your previous almost marriages not wanting to see anyone else make you happy like he knew he could.

Aemond was livid at Nerissa’s words. He had no doubt that you would have been an incredible wife, but even if you weren’t, he would never marry Nerissa. It was true that she was rather beautiful but there was nothing about her that compared to you. “I already made it very clear who I intended the letter for! You knew that it was for her.” Aemond yelled, his hands growing tighter on Nerissa’s face. Nerissa tried to pull away from him once the pain started to settle in and she could actually feel it, shaking her head as she looked up at him with furrowed brows as she placed her hand on his chest and tried to push him away from her "No you didn't you never said a name only pet names and you have to admit we'd be perfect together just try to see that and you’ll see I’m better for you."

“You knew very well the letter was intended for Y/n and you intentionally fooled me!” Aemond yelled, still keeping a firm grip on Nerissa. “I don’t care if we would be perfect together. I care about what I want, and I want to marry my Y/n.” Aemond growled, the anger building up inside him. Nerissa closed her eyes tightly as she turned her head to the side hearing his voice grow louder in her ear as she couldn't pull away yet, still feeling the wine which caused her emotions to run higher as tears stung her eyes as she finally ripped herself away from him and glared up at him acting huffy as she spoke before she walked away "Too bad we're meant to marry soon enough and even when Y/n is here she won't choose you like I would."

Aemond wanted to go after her and forcefully drag her back to him just to scream and carry on. But he knew he couldn’t in this situation, at least not without making a scene in front of the rest of his family who wouldn’t understand since Nerissa seemed lovely to them. Instead, he decided to try another tactic. He sent word to you and asked you to come to him as quickly as possible. He had something very important to tell you. He sat back down in his seat and poured himself some more wine, hoping that you would arrive soon while his thoughts couldn’t seem to slow down ‘What if she was right and Y/n really would choose to marry someone else? Would he be stuck with Nerissa?’ He sat back and downed his entire cup of wine in one shot as he wrestled with the possibilities knowing everything he’s done this far just for you wouldn’t be done in vain.

During the next few days after he had sent a letter to you without telling anyone about it especially Nerissa who had become more sure of herself and her idea to marry him, Nerissa smiled to herself as she walked beside the blonde male through the gardens thinking he must've thought over her words and knew he would come around that she would be a much better fit for him even as she looked up at him "Isn't this nice my prince? Just imagine all the nice times we'll be spending together even when we have children of our own." She spoke happily at the thought of having your children and you being happy with her beside you.

Aemond listened to Nerissa talk about their future together and did not seem to mind it at first. But then Nerissa started talking about having children and suddenly, Aemond’s face turned cold as ice, he did not intend to have children with her and the very idea of her being pregnant with his own child made him feel sick to his stomach. He could not hide the disgust in his voice as he replied to her “I can see that you are very excited to marry me, my lady. But I must remind you that our marriage has not yet been approved.” He spoke as he kept his eye off of her not even wanting to look at her as he held his arms behind his back not attempting to hold her close since he saw it as wrong since it wasn’t you.

Nerissa pouted at his words but tried to take his hand regardless as if she was sure she would get to marry him, you looked around once you stepped out of the carriage having only come over when she got a letter from Aemond claiming he needed you for something desperately, letting a servant lead the way toward the gardens as you smiled seeing your sister not knowing of anything that was going on between Aemond and Nerissa especially the night before, you curtsied toward the prince as you spoke kindly thinking you would just be there for support or even helping plan the wedding "Nerissa and Prince Aemond." Aemond looked beyond his “betrothed” and took notice of you standing there breathtakingly beautiful as ever. You had always been the person he wanted to marry in the first place and now that he knew his wish could still come true, he did his best to keep his anger as hidden as possible, you were more radiant than he remembered and your sweet voice sent chills up and down his spine “Lady Y/n.” Aemond said, bowing before you as he extended his hands towards you as if he wished to embrace and kiss you much like each time he was around you.

Nerissa noticed the certain crazed look in Aemond’s eye once he caught sight of her sister and felt annoyed that she no longer held his attention as she now pouted while crossing her arms over her chest even if she figured it'd be back on her soon enough, taking a small step closer as you gently placed your hands in his larger ones as you looked up at him and slightly tilted your head hoping to get more information "I got your letter stating you needed my presence?". Aemond kept his attention towards you as he grabbed your hands and kissed them lovingly looking at you as if you hung the sun, moon, and stars just for him. “Yes, my lady. Thank you for coming.” Aemond looked at you with a smile as he remembered how much he had craved you before Nerissa had gotten in the picture thinking she had a chance. Now, he would finally get the chance to make you his wife “Come, I wish to speak with you.” Aemond led you away from Nerissa not even speaking to her anymore nor did he want to give you a moment alone with her knowing she would twist the story and ruin this for him, his hand gently brushing against yours as he walked with you. You nodded your head as you looked down at the ground feeling shy and flustered because of the soft affection he was showing you even if you tried to act natural since she wasn’t meant to marry you, nodding your head once more thinking this must have something to do with your sister Nerissa but thought it only to be something good as you followed along until far enough away from your sister as you looked up at him "You didn't say much in your letter other then there had been a misunderstanding of some kind." Aemond took a deep breath before finally coming clean with you. “My lady, when I sent that letter, I fully intended it to go to you.” Aemond held your hands more firmly in his and looked you in the eye feeling as if he could get lost in the beauty that wwas your eye color “Your sister Nerissa stole it and read it. Knowing that it was intended for you, she decided to use it to her advantage and tricked me into agreeing to marry her instead.”

Aemond was waiting for your reaction, eager to see how you would respond as he explained things thinking you would just as angry as him since he figured you loved him just as much as he loved you “I know that I agreed to marry Nerissa, but she was not meant to receive that letter. She stole it and tricked me into giving her my affections. I do not love her like I do you, my lady. Please, I still want us to be together.” Aemond’s eyes looked into yours as he continued to speak and he begged that you would understand his perspective and help him get out of the situation with Nerissa. You had never noticed how crazy he was over you or how often things would fall through due to his hand having played a part in it like how you could've married sooner but something going wrong each time, looking into his violet eye as you listened to him before you tilted your head at how he made it sound like you and he were together not able to help looking at him confused "I apologize my prince but I don't believe I understand,"

Aemond could see your confusion which caused him to smile at you thinking you were the cutest but also how much you needed him to look out for and protect you and decided to explain things even further as he realized how much you truly didn’t know or understand “When I sent the letter originally, it was meant for you. I thought that you and I were going to be married, so I made a mistake in being so vague that it could have been addressed to anyone.” Aemond shook his head as he took a step closer to you, his hands resting on your hips as he looked at you with his piercing eyes. “But I never wanted to marry anyone but you.”

You slowly nodded your head in understanding as you tried your best to keep up with the words he was telling you even if it wasn’t the full story, still fully in the dark about how “in love” with you he was as you gave him a gentle smile and shook your head thinking this was nothing and that it might just pass "But I'm not much special unlike my sisters I'm sure you'll have a nice life with Nerissa, besides why would you even write such a detailed letter to me? especially with such...detailed intimate things of what'd you would do give the chance." Aemond watched as you shook your head in confusion, his eyes growing wider as he wondered how you could be so oblivious to how crazy in love with you he was. He couldn't believe that you didn't realize just how much he cared for and longed for you. And you clearly didn't understand just how far he would go to have you in his arms once again.

Aemond’s hands went to your face as he brought you closer to himself as he felt something inside of him snap. You truly didn’t understand the depth of the feelings that Aemond had for you. He could not marry your sister, not when he had been obsessed with you for as long as he could remember. “I don’t want a nice life with Nerissa. She stole a letter from you and tricked me into courting her, and I don’t want her at all. My lady, I must be frank with you. I have never wished to marry any other woman than you. And I would do whatever is necessary for us to be together. Please. You need to understand how much I crave you. You have been what I long for with every breath I take. I desire you above all else. I need you above all else.”

Aemond put his hands on the back of your head as he tilted it up towards him before he kissed you passionately. His hands moved to your hair as he pulled you closer not caring if Nerissa or anybody else saw him be passionate with you before he broke the kiss and placed his hand on your cheek. “I can’t live without you, my lady. You need to be mine.” You couldn't understand what you were feeling as you listened to him talk as if you were the very air he was breathing and shook your head again trying to deny what he was saying, only to gasp softly once you felt his lips on your own then panted softly when he pulled away again as you held onto his clothes in between your fingers not used to such affections and shook your head as you tried to think of a way to gently let him down "I'm sorry I caused this mess for you but...I truly believe you'll be happier with Nerissa beside you rather then I.”

Aemond shook his head as he felt you try and break away from him. He pulled you close once more and spoke softly to you acting as if your sister was no longer there which she wouldn’t be soon enough if she didn’t stop her shenanigans. “You’re not listening, Y/n.” Aemond grabbed you by the arms firmly as he looked into your eyes. “You need to listen to me. You were not the cause of this mess. Nerissa is at fault here, and you could not have done anything to prevent it. You need to realize the truth, you are the one I need by my side.” Aemond couldn’t believe that you were still trying to deny him of your love when he knew you could be so much more happier with him. He had to make you see the error of your ways and that he was the right choice for you. “No. I can’t be happy with Nerissa. I never loved her, and I never will. I only ever meant to be with you.” Aemond leaned in for another kiss as he once more kissed you sweetly. When he pulled back, he stared deeply into your eyes once more as he whispered to you.

“You belong to me, no one else.”

[ficsbyuzi]

ALL THE WAYS LEAD TO YOU

PART-8

Characters - Aemond Targaryen and Inara Maegyr (OFC) in a modern AU.

MASTERLIST

word count - 3.7k

Warnings - +18, fluff, pining, slow burn, angst, suggestive masturbation

Note: This has not been beta-read. All mistakes are my own, thanks to my laziness and my failure to practice writing good prose regularly. :)

Aemond never needed much sleep.

But never before had thoughts of someone stolen it entirely.

Someone who had entered his life only a few months ago, yet her presence now filled spaces in him he hadn’t even realized were empty.

She consumed his every thought, every breath. 

The memory of her soft, alluring body flush against his, her hand brushing his arm was sending his senses spiraling. Her  slightly parted lips, a blush that graced her golden skin as he wrapped her in his arm, her eyes dancing in both hesitance and desire, reluctant and at the same time willing to meet his own - all those images played like a silent film in his mind, vivid and unrelenting.

Did he feel this with Alys, back when he had convinced himself she was the one for him?

No. Alys never made his heartbeat turn erratic, his breath hitch in his chest.

But Inara did.

It was maddening. Falling for her was maddening.

He wasn't among those who let their resolve crumble under the weight of emotions. 

But he wanted her badly and so he gave in to his consuming desire. 

Her name spilled from his lips again and again, in the dark as he pleasured himself, seeking a fleeting relief from the ache that engulfed him.

He wanted her. He wanted to hold her. Love her. Worship her. To make her his, entirely.

Across the city in her apartment, Inara couldn’t sleep either.

Her fingers kept brushing against her lips, tracing the spot where Aemond’s fingertips had lingered. 

A tantalising sensation kept swirling through her, laced with a need she couldn’t decipher.

Lying on her bed, she hugged herself, as if trying to summon the warmth that had enveloped her when he was near. A deep breath brought a mesmerising scent of sea, smoke and coffee to her senses.

Was she carrying his scent on her body? 

Indeed, an intoxicating, familiar characteristic masculine scent lingered on her. The one that had made her head swim with desire. It must have settled on her, when she stood close to him in the dim light of the kitchen. So close that no trace of distance remained between them. 

A surge of warmth rushed to her core, causing it to tighten in anticipation. Her fingers instinctively clasped the fabric of her t-shirt, the material bunching in her grip. And as her own hand brushed against her lower abdomen, the touch felt like a thread back to him. To the memory of his palm on her waist, the heat of which enough to dissolve her

Her lips parted slightly in a breathless sigh, her eyes taking on a dreamy, distant gaze.

Her fingers grazed her cheeks, then her forehead, before gently combing through her hair. She bit her lower lip, a soft smile playing on her face as the thoughts of him swirling in her mind refused to fade. 

Good that she had an off the next day. 

And after that, there were only two weeks left before her job contract would come to an end.

-

Another week was drifting by, as both of them silently wrestled with the murmurs of their hearts, trying to decode the emotions they dared not name. Days on the production seemed like a haze of stolen glances and unspoken confessions for both of them.

Every day, she watched him move with purpose, coordinating the shoots with his usual quiet authority. Each day, she kept letting him step further into the very core of her heart.

Amidst the chaos, he always managed to find her gaze, holding it for a beat longer than needed, before leaving with a look so charged with meaning that it left her longing for him.

She began to wonder if she could stay like this forever, suspended in that fragile, beautiful tension. If she could, she would. 

But time was not on her side. She had only had one week to decide whether to let her feelings remain unspoken or to muster the courage to share whatever her heart so desperately wanted to say.

What would I even say to him?

Would she be able to let him know that in the depths of her heart, concealed in a corner that she was too afraid to explore, lived a version of herself yearning to be a significant part of his life? 

As she sat and watched Aemond with the crew in the video village, her chest tightened as she fought the urge to flee to her office. To run from the thoughts that burdened her. 

He was too far, but still so close. 

He was close, yet worlds apart - a star, and she, just an employee.

“Are you okay?”

The question came from a blue eyed man, his smile equal parts charm and condescension. His ivory-colored suit, accented with gold that matched his hair, spoke of his wealth. Inara had never seen him before on the production.

“Dr. Inara Maegyr? Right? I was told I’d find you here,” he continued.

“Yes, yes, I… umm… How can I help you, Mr.?” she asked in a polite, unsure tone, standing up from her chair.

“Lannister. Jason Lannister,” he introduced himself, his smile deepening into something that made Inara slightly uncomfortable. She couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze was sizing her up. He glanced at Aemond, who was engrossed in the work, before returning his attention to her, “I need some medicine. I don’t feel too well.”

Inara noticed how two people from the crew passed by nodding and greeting him, but he ignored them. 

“Sure, you can come to my office in the main building for the check up,” Inara said, offering a neutral smile. And as a reflex, her attention flickered to Aemond, who appeared to have noticed the exchange. In the next instant, his focus shifted back to the work. 

On her way to her cabin, Inara learned that he was on the board of directors for Red Keep Productions and came from the powerful and affluent Lannister family, which had close  familial and business ties with the Targaryens. He was visiting for a few days to participate in a series of board meetings scheduled for the following week.

“I always get sick when I come here, something in the air,” Jason remarked, wrinkling his nose. “A rotten smell.”

Inara only gave a polite smile in response as she removed the blood pressure cuff from Jason's arm, noticing the gold and diamond watch worth millions on his wrist.

“Casterly Rock has the best air quality, you know?” he continued, “King’s Landing stinks of pollution and shit.”

“Casterly Rock?” Inara asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She handed him a strip of tablets and continued, “I’ve been offered a post-graduate position at Casterly Rock Institute of Medical Sciences.” 

“Brilliant,” he replied, smiling widely. “It’s the best in Westeros.”

Best thing for me would be if I stayed here in King’s Landing. 

Near Aemond.

“Thanks,” Inara said quietly.

“In case you need any help, you can always contact me. I know a few good places where you can find residence. Lannister’s real estate can help.”

“Sure, thanks,” Inara said, her voice a bit distant as she processed the offer.

Jason Lannister picked up his suit jacket and left the room, his presence lingering in her mind as she was left with her inevitable thoughts about her next course of action.

Of course, she wanted to pursue higher studies. She had made that promise to her parents, a promise to follow a path that would ensure her future.But when she had made that commitment, she hadn’t known that she would fall in love with her new life, with the city..and with..

She snapped out of her thoughts and gathered her belongings, deciding to call it a day.

-

Back home, Inara lay beneath her covers, the letter of acceptance clutched in her hand. An MD in dermatology, the goal she had pusued for years, was finally within reach. And not just anywhere, but at the best dermatology institute in Westeros. It was the first step toward her ultimate career plan: opening her own line of skincare and cosmetics.  

Sitting up, she reached for her laptop, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she opened the document containing the drafted response for formally accepting the position. Her fingers hovered over the touchpad and keyboard, as she took a deep breath, preparing to send it. 

But then, another email caught her eye.  It was from Johanna, head of the makeup and prosthetics team.  

Inara, Aemond isn't satisfied with some of his scenes and wants them reshot on Monday. Please arrange for the makeup and hair, including the burnt shoulder prosthetic for him. Shooting starts at 9 am. Johanna

Her heart skipped a beat. A chance to see him again, to share the same space, even briefly, before everything changed.

The mere thought of being near him, close enough to speak to him, to watch him, to feel his presence - stilled the sea of turmoil that roiled within her. Anticipation replaced the ache in her chest, soothing her like a balm. 

For the first time since their encounter in the Targaryen house, Inara slept peacefully.

-

Inara was in the makeup trailer before the sun rose on the last Monday of her job tenure. The faint hum of activity outside and the murmur of distant voices reached her ears as she arranged the counter. Her eyes flicked to the door now and then, anticipation stirring within her. 

The door opened, and Aemond stepped inside, clad in his usual black sweatpants and white trainers, his glasses perched lightly on his nose.

The soft click of the door shutting behind him seemed louder than it should have been, and when he locked it, the sound resonated in the small space.

Their eyes met across the room, and for a moment, the world outside faded for her.

Aemond stayed at the door, his tall frame leaning ever so slightly against it. Violet eyes traced her form with lips curved, just barely, into the ghost of a smile. 

Her face softened, a gentle smile tugging at her lips as a wave of relief and quiet excitement rippled through her. Caught in the pull of his gaze, she took a few tentative steps forward. 

Something glimmered in her eyes as she approached him, and she stopped, hesitation and unsurety rooted her feet into the floor. At her reaction, his smile deepened as he pushed off the door and closed the distance between them. 

He scanned her face with a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken. Without a word, he moved to the chair and sat down, his eyes never leaving hers. As their reflections met in the mirror he saw Inara’s lips part slightly, but no words came. 

I missed you

She took a deep breath, trying to center herself and remember the purpose of the moment.

Please say something

He did not. So, she broke the silence, only to begin the work.

“The prosthetic will be applied directly to your skin,” she said, breaking eye contact to retrieve something from the other end of the counter.

“Hmm,” 

Aemond stood up and tugged off his sweatshirt in one smooth motion, revealing the fitted t-shirt beneath. Then, without hesitation, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving himself bare-chested.

Inara froze, her breath hitching as her eyes unwillingly traced over him. Ethereal beauty emanated from him entrancing her - sinewy muscle, pearl-like skin faintly glistening under the light, along with the face that seemed to rival the beauty of ancient Valyrian gods.

A soft, velvety chuckle from him shattered the spell she had fallen under. 

Heat surged to her cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze, swallowing hard to regain her composure. Grabbing a skin marker, she stepped forward, marking the area on his skin where the prosthetic would be applied. Aemond watched her in silence, his expression amused at her trembling hands. 

Turning to retrieve something from the counter, she spun back around only to find him inches away. His closeness, the one she had been yearning for, enveloped her senses, and every ounce of her restraint faltered again

“How have you been?” he asked, his voice low, the slight tilt of his head drawing her gaze upward to meet his. 

“I…” Her voice wavered, barely audible, as her thoughts scrambled with the thundering beat of her heart. “I’ve been fine, and… and you?”

Aemond leaned back slightly, just enough for her to notice the faint smirk tugging at his lips. He reached for her hand, and she let him, her pulse quickening at his touch. 

“Avy āruddan,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, rich cadence that seemed to caress her. (I missed you)

Inara blinked, her lips parting in confusion as the intensity of those unfamiliar words sent a shiver down her spine. “Huh?” she managed, her voice barely above a squeak.

Another chuckle escaped him, his smile softening. It didn’t matter what he spoke, she only wanted to hear him speak. 

“I know it’s your last week here,” he said, his fingers tightening around hers, his tone shifting to something earnest and vulnerable. “And I was wondering if you’d consider joining Red Keep in some permanent position.” 

The sincerity in his eyes made her chest tighten. She didn’t let herself think twice before stepping closer and placing her palm on his bare shoulder. The simple touch made Aemond react instantly, his other arm circling her waist to pull her even closer.

“Aemond, I can’t…” Her hand tightened slightly on his shoulder as she watched his brows knit. “I accepted a post-graduation position in Casterly Rock. I’ll be moving there in two weeks.”

A sigh left his chest, deep and resigned, as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. She savored the tenderness in his touch as his fingers, which had enclosed her hand, now traveled upward to cradle her face. Her own hand rested lightly against the waistband of his sweatpants, a contact that subtly quickened his breathing. As his thumb traced soft, deliberate circles on her cheek, they stood suspended in that moment, indifferent to what the next few might hold.

“Aemond, I wanted to tell you…” she began, in a shaky, unsure voice but could not finish as a sharp knock on the door shattered the fragile, dreamy bubble they had created around themselves. Reality came rushing back, and she stepped back reluctantly, her hand slipping away from his shoulder. She quickly grabbed a brush and reached for the door. Aemond’s expressions turned impassive as he sat and leaned back in the chair.  

The door swung open, and Sara entered the room with her entourage. She was all smiles, her eyes lighting up when she saw Aemond and Inara together.

“Aemond, I need to share your trailer today,” she announced cheerfully, taking up the makeup seat. Her gaze quickly shifted to Inara. “Doctor! Perfect timing!”

Inara raised her brow slightly. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” Sara said, her grin widening. “I’m throwing a wrap party to celebrate Season 1, and you have to come. It’s at my place, next Saturday - super casual, super fun.”

Inara had worked on Sara’s looks several times before, particularly during scenes she shared with Aemond. Over time, Inara had come to admire Sara’s down-to-earth and kind-hearted nature. Through Sara’s relationship with Jace Velaryon, Aemond’s nephew, she had gradually become part of Aemond's inner circle. They often chatted during lunch breaks or over coffee.

“I don’t know if I should. Isn’t it for the cast exclusively?” Inara hesitated.

“No, it’s for friends too. And you’re coming,” Sara declared with finality. Turning to Aemond, she added, “Targaryen, talk some sense into her. Tell her my parties are uber cool.”

“Your parties are boring and I’m not coming.” Aemond replied, not even bothering to open his eyes. Inara chuckled at their playful banter as Sara scowled at him.

“I’ll try, Sara, thanks” Inara assured her, though her tone was still uncertain as the party was close to her departure from the city.

The rest of the session went smoothly, though Inara remained distracted by the lingering memory of her earlier moment with Aemond. She couldn’t help but feel lighthearted as she worked on his prosthetic and makeup, the sound of his low, throaty voice murmuring words in a language she didn’t recognize keeping her company.

 At first, she thought he was rehearsing dialogue for the show in some made-up language. But the intimate timbre of his voice, almost as if the words were meant for her ears alone, kept sending delicious shivers through her skin.

“You know, you should be practicing your dialogue instead of your High Valyrian,” Sara teased.

“I don’t need to practice anything,” 

“High Valyrian?” Inara’s confusion was evident as her gaze shifted between them.

“High Valyrian?” Sara explained as Inara’s expression remained clueless, “It’s an ancient language their family speaks. I thought you understood it,” she continued standing up and gathering the skirts of her medieval costume, “Jace has been pestering me to learn it for ages, but who has the time? Anyway, we Northerners do just fine with the Common Tongue, so why bother!”

Sara chuckled at Inara’s confusion, and headed to the door as a coordinator peeked into the room, coming to fetch her to the set. 

Aemond stood from his chair after Sara left and adjusted his costume, smirking slightly. “Her parties aren’t that boring.” Then, with a loving glance her way, he leaned in, his lips brushing near her ear. “And if you come, I’ll tell you what I was saying to you in High Valyrian.”

Inara caught the subtle hint in his words, her heart fluttering as she watched him leave the room. She knew she couldn’t miss that party now.

The next two days passed in a blur of activity. Inara and Aemond met for a couple of hours in the makeup room and barely exchanged words that weren’t related to work. Yet his gaze, loving, seemed to touch her without ever making contact, igniting a warmth that carried her through the long hours.

Aemond seemed constantly tied up. Board meetings scheduled for that week consumed most of his time, and rumors whispered through the crew that he was practically living in his office.

Once or twice on the way to her office, she caught a glimpse of Jason Lannister, exuding his usual air of supremacy as he mingled effortlessly with the crowd.He noticed her one afternoon and gave her a small nod of recognition, his usual condescending smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

She recognized other familiar faces too - Aemond’s mother, Alicent and his brother Aegon. But a sharp-looking man caught her attention the most. He bore a striking resemblance to Aemond, sharing the same chiseled features and piercing gaze, though the silver in his hair and the weight of at least twenty-five more years gave him an air of seasoned authority. 

Inara found herself longing for a chance to speak to Aemond, to share even a moment outside the confines of work. But as the days dwindled, so did her opportunities.

She hadn’t finished saying what she had begun that day in the makeup room, interrupted by Sara’s arrival. The words had been right on the tip of her tongue and now, she wasn’t even sure what she had wanted to say in the heat of the moment. 

-

On the day before her last at Red Keep, Inara found herself clutching her relieving letter. She had to get it signed by Aemond, which made it a perfect excuse for her to see him again. To have one last meaningful interaction before she left. She only hoped he would be alone.

As she approached his lavish office on the top floor, the sounds of raised voices filtered through the partially closed door. The first was unmistakably Criston Cole, his tone simmering with frustration.

Another male voice, lower and calmer, responded, though the words were muffled. Then, cutting through the tension, came a woman’s laugh - soft, sharp, and chilling that made fine hairs on Inara’s skin rise.She couldn’t explain why, but she instinctively knew that laugh was the root of the agitation in the room.

Her pace faltered, and she slowed to a stop just outside the door. She didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but curiosity held her in place. Criston’s voice rose again, almost shouting.

“I told you not to trust this woman, Aemond.” 

The door swung open abruptly, and Criston stormed out. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing slightly when he noticed Inara standing there.

“Inara,” he said, his voice softer now, acknowledging her with a quick nod before walking past her without another word.

The moment stretched uncomfortably. Inara hesitated, unsure whether to step inside or retreat. Before she could decide, her eyes flickered to the scene within the office.

Aemond stood near his desk, snapping his arm free from the grasp of a woman whose back was to Inara.

His gaze snapped to Inara, and for a fleeting moment, he looked... caught. As though her presence at the door was the last thing he had expected. His expression, usually so composed, faltered briefly before he quickly schooled his features into a mask of impassivity.

“Inara,” he said evenly, his voice calm yet carrying a slight impatient undertone. 

“I…” she began, holding up the letter. “I just need your signature on this.” She addressed Aemond but kept her focus on the woman with perfectly sleek, waist-length black hair, who now turned to see the new arrival in the room. 

Inara watched as the stunning middle-aged woman, dressed in an elegant emerald green suit, began to approach her. The hue of her outfit accentuated her mesmerizing green eyes. Her sultry red lips stood out against her polished, professional appearance. Every step she took radiated power, confidence, and mystery.

Reaching the door and fixing her gaze on her - seemingly powerful enough to reduce someone to smithereens, she scanned Inara from tip to toe, before speaking in a low, lilted voice that froze her blood.

“Dr. Inara Maegyr. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Alys Rivers, Aemond’s wife.”

-x-