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heey vic! :D

i just started following u & i just wanna say how much i adore your series 'just like animals' & 'last of her house no more' .. they're phenomenally written and so addictive to read ! ♡

i was just wondering if you'd like to check out some of my writing concepts? …(totally ok if u don’t)—i saw u reblogged the first one that i posted on this new blog (my old blog got shadow banned) ..</3

..but anyways, i'm also thinking about starting to write longer oneshots & not just concepts... i was just wondering if u had any advice? i wrote a few oneshot imagines on my old blog, but idk.…..it's just really hard for me to commit to writing something longer atm, y'know? anyways, i love ur whole blog & your writing & i’m gonna go reread 'just like animals' & wait patiently for the next part ! ♡

best wishes, xoxo.

heeelllloooo my little love

your words made me so soft and blushy, ily. and the concepts i reblogged earlier i ADORED ! like those modern!aemond w an innocent!reader ones? art. absolutely beautiful. loved it. i look forward to seeing and reading what else you give us <3

as for any advice? okay so this is what helps me a lot in staying productive and motivated (aka my writing routine when i tackle my prompts):

whenever i receive requests or think up new fic ideas of my own, i instantly write them down in my goodnotes notebook. from there, i tweak and outline, trying to figure out what i like and don't like. i think of titles, scenes, dialogue, all that jazz. and perhaps this is so silly, but i use my college essay strategy (introduction, body, and conclusion) CAUSE THAT HELPS SO MUCH! trust me on this, it makes it a shit ton easier. sometimes i start on the body and other times the introduction- whatever feels easiest for me. also, whenever you're working on a larger fic, at times, i find it best to write the part(s) where you have the most ideas and energy, and then gradually branch out.

throw out a rough draft, like a really ugly and shitty base. leave it alone for a day and then work on polishing it. it is much better to approach your writing with a fresh and clearer mind. and if you're feeling less committed to it, move on to something new and come back to it later on!

there is absolutely no use in forcing yourself to do something you don't want to do. nope. not at all. it just ruins everything.

for when i start to lose motivation (or begin to feel that stupid writer's block), i usually pull up a book to read. for my aemond fics, i'll typically reread fire and blood or one of the books in the asoiaf series. i don't know why but reading grrm's writing style fills me with a sudden rush of motivation and encouragement to write for this sexy one-eyed pathetic meow-meow bastard.

(okay well that and i'll go back to all my previous fics and reread y'all's comments, cause receiving comments from y'all is the best fucking fuel EVER.)

my love, my best advice is to find your own writing style. your own groove. as cliche as this sounds, writing is a form of art, and every artist has their own way of creating such. it is what makes us unique. play around, read some books, listen to music, talk to your mutuals (@chainsawsangel is my muse. love you bestie. everyone say thank you cause she constantly motivates my ass to write), and practice until it feels natural to you. think of your followers kicking up their feet in the air while reading your work. how excited they will be when they see you posted something new. "YAY, SHE POSTED!!!"

and if you ever need to bounce around ideas or plan how you wanna write a certain fic, don't feel shy- message me! i'd be happy to talk and help you out. this goes out to everyone.

i love y'all.

[themotherofhorses]

“my beautiful, sweet girl… the love of my life- i am positive that you’re now carrying my son”

omfg my bby noa healing my poor heart with these possessive and obsessive aemond fics

❛ ♡. gif credit.

⎯ 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

★ ⎯⎯ aemond’s possessiveness over his little, lady wife.

◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [7:09 am — aemond targaryen]

possessive!aemond would be so in love with you -- it was borderline obsessive. he is extremely possessive over you, and he was so fucking smug about it, too— his poor, aching cock in desperate need of your attention, always. his love obsession would nearly drive him to the brink of insanity.

possessive!aemond would constantly be thinking about you— what you’re currently doing, wearing, what favorite song you were humming, what kind of gifts you’d like to receive -- he’d think about what you smell like: vanilla, with something sweet.. perhaps, sugar crystals and lavender oils and just utterly you.

possessive!aemond would always have his attention focused on you— following your beautiful physique wherever you may be wandering off to. which, if he is with you (as usual), then his one good eye (the color a beautiful amethyst) and his sparkling, sapphire eye in his left eye socket were already looking down at you, watching your every move with a large hand on your lower back—nearly cupping your ass— while guiding you protectively wherever you wished to go.

possessive!aemond loves the size difference between you two— you’re so small and short, compared to his 6ft frame. it nearly makes him purr with satisfaction -- as things were easier in the privacy of your shared chambers, since he knew how much you loved it when he manhandled you— before fucking your sweet, little cunt brutally and without mercy.

possessive!aemond would coo, looking down at you as you lay sprawled out on his bed underneath him, hearing your whining voice and feminine whimpers, doe eyes pooling with tears -- begging for more, more, more! always the gentleman, aemond would oblige you— but only after teasing you for countless of hours.

possessive!aemond loves how delirious you become during sex with him— his pretty, submissive wife babbling a mouthful of incoherent words. aemond would manhandle you into the position of the mating press— wishing nothing more than to see your belly full and round from his seed, hoping his child would soon be sleeping soundly inside of you— their beautiful mother.

possessive!aemond loved teasing you, telling you that you mustn’t be so loud, or else you’d worry the guards that stood just outside your shared chambers, his jealousy flaring at the thought of them seeing you naked— only to find the targaryen prince ravishing his sweet wife like a fucking animal.

possessive!aemond would love taunting you, asking you— “does that feel good, sweetling?” he coos lovingly, his amethyst eye dark and dilated with desire. “can you feel me? show me.. where can you feel me, hm?” he asks teasingly, thrusting into you harshly, hearing your sharp wails as he was practically bruising your cervix. aemond would place a large, calloused hand on your lower belly— pressing down on the imprint of his long, thick cock… almost painfully, making you yelp and cry out, begging him for mercy.

possessive!aemond would deny your request, if only to satisfy his own needs -- of course, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about your pleasure too— just that if he wanted to get you pregnant and your belly round with his child, he would have to be brutal while mating you.

possessive!aemond would smirk, thrusting faster and faster, his hips snapping against yours again and again— the loud, wet sounds of slap slap slap of his heavy, sensitive balls hitting your asss every time he would thrust back inside of your womb, echoing noises of slick skin against skin were heard throughout the chambers.

possessive!aemond could also be sweet, so gentle and so loving, too— as he would bend down next to your earlobe, sucking on it as he murmured, “are you going to come for me, sweet girl? my previous, darling wife -- fuck, f-fuck! i love you, i love you,” he would begin to babble near your ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck, which he licked the salty flavor off with a deep, animalistic groan of pleasure.

possessive!aemond would watch you from above, as you’d squirm around wildly at his praises, his rock-hard cock jackhammering inside of you— before both of your bellies coiled tightly in sync, one of his thumbs rubbing quick, harsh circles on your little, throbbing clit. your wails of pleasure overpowering his deep grunts as he spilled his white, hot cum inside of your fluttering, little fuck hole with a growl.

possessive!aemond would keep his softening cock inside of you for a few minutes—as if to plug you full of his hot cum—trailing sweet, loving kisses all over your flushed, beautiful face. aemond would hum, smirking as he pulled out of you after a few minutes, hearing you whine in protest at the feeling of being so empty.

possessive!aemond would chuckle in amusement, rolling over to his side of your shared bed, pulling you along with him as you both cuddled and held each other, whispering sweet words to one another. “my beautiful, sweet girl.. the love of my life— i am positive that you’re now carrying my son,” he says proudly, his voice soft but rough from moaning constantly.

[themotherofhorses]

When my future wife writes a little treat just for me.

Also I can see Aemond flipping through the history book and this exact scenario happening.

Aemond: the war only lasted two years? I wonder how history remembers me, it must be good if I have an entire chapter dedicated to me.

Opens book and finds out that he started the war because a twelve year old girl goaded him into hit, loses every battle he contributes too, kills Meleys with a dirty move/trickery, then rules for three months before he loses the entire city then is murdered by Daemon.

Aemond:

HAHA I LOVE YOUUUU <333

flipping thru the history book like

the only iconic thing he ever did was lay the conqueror’s crown across his temple and state, “it looks better on me than it ever did on him.” at least mushroom remembered to jot that down so at least it’s not all a massive fking L

the next morning, he shuffles into the dining room to break fast, all silent and sulking, eye casted down. he can’t even meet the princess’s gaze because he’s so fucking embarrassed.

it’s worse with aegon bc his brother believes himself to be big shit, high and mighty, conqueror reborn. bro actually got tenderized and braised and then poisoned 😭😭

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she offered up countless prayers to the Mother. for forgiveness. to make her understand. but the Mother never responded.

FREE MY GIRL 💔 being dicked down by a sexy prince ISNT WORTH IT

Consequences | One

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark, medieval-canon sexism, heavy dub-con, mean Aemond, manipulation, abusing power, gore, blood, violence, major angst, oral (m receiving), Aemond being a possessive horny weirdo with a power complex, a dash of religious guilt if you blink

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happy birthday my love, WISHING ALL THINGS GREAT 💜💜💜🥰🥰🥰😘

ty my love ilysm <3

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did you at least enjoy the smut? the breeding kink? are you reviewing my post bc it gave you sinful immoral thoughts and you’re experiencing intense catholic guilt?

“We reviewed your post and-” Okay but first things first, did it make you horny? Did it turn you on? Did you review it with a hand down your pants cause that was the goal. 

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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back 😊 Now let the hugging begin! 💜

im squeezing u like an anaconda and you’ll now die w me <333

[themotherofhorses]

You want some convincing, if you kill them off I won’t love you anymore (sike).

ur telling me id have to deal w an impromptu divorce on top of psychologically torturing aemond ??

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. Nothing happens if you break the chain, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. ♡ ♡ ♡ 

I LOVE YOU SILI <333

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today in the life of vic: she soon learns that shy virgin!aemond is now her new fav thing in the world

Hi, would you write a modern aemond where he's a virgin and quite shy? ♡ First time with his girlfriend he's a bit ashamed of his inexperience/has performance anxiety and he doesn't last very long, but she's super kind about it and makes him feel comfortable

thanks love ♡

hii! thank you for this request, i've never written aemond as a shy character before but i tried my best, i hope you like it!!

i always think that aemond would love receiving praises and he deserves to know how good he is. in my stories mostly he is the one giving praises but this time i wanted him to be the praised one. ♡

title's from suki waterhouse' lovely song 'good looking'

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my good looking boy

you are the first person modern!aemond has sex with. nsfw.

aemond has no idea how good he looks right now.

not good, perfect. such a gorgeous man and he is with you. you know he doesn't usually believe in your words about how good looking he is, how kind and gentle, how perfect for you. he's gotten used to receiving problematic words from his family, he's never felt appreciated enough and you always intend to change his mind.

he should know how perfect he is.

he is just sitting on the couch with wearing nothing but his sweatpants, his back is against the comfy pillows and he has this book he's recently obsessed with in his hands. his pretty hands. he looks concentrated, unaware of your presence as you stand by the door. you take your time, watch him a little bit more and enjoy the sight in front of you.

he lifts his hand to push his hair from his face then reaches for his cup on the coffee table. he takes a sip and you watch how the muscles of his throat move with the act. as he puts the coffee cup back, he looks at the door and sees you.

he smiles so beautifully when he sees you standing there. you approach him, he puts his book aside and opens his arms for you. he always welcomes you with open arms and helps you lay on top of him. he knows you love the comfort you feel with him after a long day, just listening to his heartbeat to acknowledge his presence, feeling he is there for you.

your relationship has started a little while ago, you were just friends before you both realized your feelings for each other. aemond always told you how bad he thinks he is with feelings and relationships but that was okay. you were willing to be the brave one, the one who confessed first, the one who gave the first kiss, the one who first started a hug.

you lift your head enough to kiss him, he parts his lips enough to let your tongue in his mouth. he holds the back of your head securely in his big hand and you keep kissing him until you decide to move further.

you feel him smiling on your lips and you smile back. you've never done anything more, only these intense kisses and touching each other. it felt a bit awkward at first, thinking you were friends before and now that he is your boyfriend. you took your time, waited enough to feel comfortable for something more.

and now, you feel like you're on the edge with how gorgeous your man looks.

he can turn you on without doing anything spesific. fuck, he turns you on just by sitting shirtless and reading a book. you try to settle on his lap more comfortably and he holds your hips while you do that.

you press yourself to his hardness which is inevitable to feel right now and he makes a sound, clearly indicating he was not expecting this.

"sorry." you say, laughing slightly.

he smiles, "that's okay."

"i know we didn't really talked about this but- if it feels weird we can always try later. i just-"

he cuts your rushed words with a simple kiss. "nothing feels weird with you sweetheart. it's- i want to do this with you. but, i think you should know that i've- i've never done that before."

you are a little bit surprised but you don't say it. "that's fine. we can take all the time you want. just-anything you're okay with."

you see his cheeks turn pink and you love the color on him. you can't even describe how lovely he looks, how pretty for you. you give him a comforting smile.

"do you want to go to bed?" he asks, almost whispering.

you nod, take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. he sits on the bed while you stand and looks at you, unsure of what he's supposed to do.

you lean closer to give him a little kiss as you move your hands to take off your clothes. your shirt goes first, then your skirt. he watches you with a starved look on his face. you take off your bra and your panties as he can look at your face only. your clothes make a little pool on the floor and you kneel in front of him.

"can i take this off?" you ask with a smile, your forefinger points his sweatpants. he nods and lifts his hips to help you.

he doesn't wear any underwear.

and he looks gorgeous. the tip of his cock is slightly red, he is hard for you and you can't help but pressing a little kiss to the tip of him. he winces, closes his eye.

"we can do anything you want, however you want. just tell me, my love." you say with a reassuring smile.

"i'd like to be inside you first, but i'm not sure i can last long." he says.

"that's fine. we have all the time in the world. would you like to be on top?"

he thinks for a small moment. "no, i want you on top of me. you'd look so good on top of me."

for a man who never had sex, aemond targaryen surely knows what to say to make you fall for him.

he lays down on bed, extends his hand for you to reach. you sit on his abs, slowly moving on top of him and his cock presses against your backside. your wetness stains his abs and he loves the feeling. he loves the way you kiss his chest when you move, the way you bite his nipple playfully, the way he can hold onto the soft flesh of your thighs.

you are everything he has ever longed for and he is glad that he waited enough to have his first time with you.

"that feels- fuck, that's perfect but i want you, i want to be inside-" he says with an impatient voice.

"do you have any idea how good you look right now? no, you don't. you don't have a little clue about what you do to me just by looking like that. my good looking boy." you say, finally moving closer to his cock.

he moans deeply when you hold him in your hands, adjust yourself on top of him and take him inside you. he loves the feeling of your warmth, your tight muscles clenching around him, and it's perfect. such a lovely feeling, it makes him feel safe, totally unaware of the outside world right now.

you start riding him, taking his hand to stroke your clit at the same time. you guide him first but he is a fast learner, he starts doing it with his own pace now. you arch your waist like a purring cat and he says your name with a desperate voice.

"i'm- too close, i can't stop!"

you nod feverently, "don't stop. never stop."

he rubs your clit harder and your little kiss on his chest makes the final for him. he lifts his hips and comes inside you with a grunt.

you are mesmerised by the way he looks when he comes.

he takes quick breaths, tries to calm himself. your warmth still surrounds him and he realizes you're still waiting for your own peak.

"fuck, i'm sorry. i'm sorry, my love, i should've-"

you shush him as he sits on bed with you on his lap, put a finger on his lips and stop him from talking nonsense.

"that was perfect, aemond. it was supposed to be good for you and you- you don't know how pretty you look when you come. for me it was enough."

he kisses you, he is still inside and you can feel him getting hard. "thank you for being so kind. i love you."

"i love you, too."

"can you let me make it up to you, right now?"

you laugh at his words. "of course."

he smiles too, you lay on your back now as he stays on top, he pulls himself back. "i need you to tell me what you like. i want to learn how you like it, how to make it good for you."

you nod attentively, hold his face and kiss him. you guide his long fingers on your clit. "i like how you touch me here. like this."

he nods, trying to understand the basics of it. you let his hand move and he finds your entrance with his fingers. you guide them inside you. "there's a spot that feels- oh!"

it appears your good looking boy is successful at everything he does. his fingers find your g-spot with the little help from your hips and he presses there.

he moves his fingers inside you, his thumb stays on your clit. "mm-hmm, there. that's so beautiful. you are so good for me."

aemond loves when you praise him, your words are sincere and so sweet. he wants to make you feel good, he wants his touches to make you lose it for him.

he sucks your nipple, and then the other one. you push your body to him, wanting him to keep going.

"like that, just like that!"

it only takes three more thrusts for you to reach to that lovely state. you moan his name, not caring about how loud you are. he feels the pride deep in his heart, smiles broadly and kisses you. you grab his cock when your orgasm hits you and you move your hand fastly to make him come once more.

he pushes his cock to your fist and he is gone after a few moments.

he feels so good, so relaxed. he lays on bed with you on his chest and pulls the covers on you.

you are trying to catch your breath as he rubs circles on your back, your nipples press on his skin and his softened cock rests on his thigh.

you enjoy a few minutes of comfortable silence.

you leave the bed afterwards, go to the bathroom to clean yourself. you grab a towel for him, hand it to him when you go back to his side and let him clean himself.

he looks calm and grounded, his eye closing slowly and you know he wants to sleep with you in bed. you kiss his forehead affectionally, mumbling how perfect he is. you take the used towel from him and put it in washing machine.

you go to kitchen with quick steps after wearing one of his shirts and clean panties. you bring him a cool glass of water and sit on the edge of the bed on his side.

"come on, drink some water my love."

he slowly sips his water, grateful for the care you show him. you hold his hand when he finishes the water in the glass and put the glass on the nightstand.

he opens the covers for you and takes you in his arms. you kiss his neck, wrap your arms around him.

"thank you." he says, and his voice sounds a little shy it makes your heart clench.

"i want you to feel good with me. i like taking care of you, i like making you smile. you deserve all the sweetness i could ever offer."

"i feel the best when i'm with you. i just- i'm not used to it but i love it. pretty words and someone taking care of me." he says.

"that's okay. we have time, remember? you'll get used to all of it, baby."

he kisses you good night then, and you watch him fall asleep, holding you closer and closer.

your good looking boy.

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Ily and your writing very much 🥹🤧🌹♡x9999

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His Lady Wife: Alternative Ending II

aemond x reader

another alternative ending to ‘His Lady Wife’ where their daughter grows up and finds out the circumstances of her mother’s passing.

a/n: i am so sorry for basically making you all fast w me this ramadan but, i’ve had uni stuff and life stuff to deal with and a huge case of writers block so i haven’t had much time to write, but its the day after eid and its here so its an eid present from me!!! it isn’t my best work bc i was struggling w it so much so feedback is appreciated BUT I will not be accepting anymore alt ending requests for HLW bc i’m sick of it (but i do have some left to finish and post so its not the end dw) + i’m open to any new ideas i love you all ty for being patient <3 ALSO heads up, bc its set so far ahead from the original plot, its written in third rather than my usual second person :)

also, thank you for all the lovely comments and messages they really do make a difference and a huge thanks to my favourite people ever: @themotherofhorses @devthlyangels / @chainsawsangel for inspiring me to write again, if you like my writing, you’ll like theirs more i promise

maera. maera targaryen.

she is her mother’s twin, and she knew that from all the portraits of her plastered around the red keep.

her looks. her heart. her soul.

but her stubborn, unforgiving nature? that was her father’s, through and through. that targaryen fire runs hot in her veins. the father who she adored with every ounce of being.

as soon as she was born, an agreement was made, including her mother’s handmaid and her mother’s family that she is not to know of the circumstances of her mother’s death until her eighteenth nameday. that her childhood should not be tainted with the tragic memory of her mother. instead, she was told that her father loved her mother dearly and that she died sadly in childbirth, that nothing could have prevented her death.

it was when she was ten and five, she accidentally found out the truth about her mother’s death.

maera was an inquisitive girl, always seeking knowledge, filled with questions, it’s what aemond adored about his daughter. they would spend hours in the library reading together in the pursuit of knowledge, and every time he looked at his daughter, he saw his wife.

 "father?“

aemond looked up from his reading and smiled softly. those eyes. those eyes that told him he was home.

"what was my mother like?”

aemond chuckled softly and shut his book.

“you ask me this question all the time my sweet girl. she was good. she was kind. perfect. so, so perfect. just like you.”

maera puts her book down and squeezes her father’s hand.

“i know. i just miss her. we both do.”

maera idolised her father. he was everything she could wish for and more. so, for his thirty and fifth nameday, she decided to surprise him with something different, a memory of his dearly departed wife.

but in order to do that, she had to find out more about her mother. when she sent a raven to her grandparents, she found out that she used to love dancing and music, so she found out the song that was played on the day of their wedding and learnt how to play it on her violin. she then asked her handmaid, who was her mother’s handmaid in another life, who told her she used to write poetry, so she wrote a poem about her parents ‘beautiful relationship’. but that wasn’t enough for maera. she wanted more. so, she did what any girl of her age would do, look through her father’s things.

she thought she struck gold when she used a half-used bottle of perfume, but then she found something more valuable under father’s pillow, a letter… the letter, dated the year she was born, the year of her mother’s untimely departure.

but what was written inside wasn’t was she expected.

her initial reaction was disbelief. there was no way the letter could be real. her parents adored each other. her father was a good man. he would never, ever do such a thing. so, she read it again. her second reaction was confusion. why would her father hate her mother? why would she think he would remarry? why would he celebrate her death? so, she read it again. and her final reaction? anger. the unbridled targaryen rage. she needed answers. and she wanted it straight from the man himself.

maera waited in her father’s room, letter in her hand and tears in her eyes, awaiting his return. when he walked in, he was confused. confused to see her in his room and with tears streaming down her face until he saw the letter in her hands. his blood of fire ran cold for the second time in his life, the first being when y/n died.

“maera… i-i can explain…”

she couldn’t react with anger. no. that’s what her father would do. so, she shut her eyes and breathed in deeply and nodded for him to continue.

“i will not keep anything from you. we were going to wait until you were older to tell you the truth, but i know what must be done. your mother was better than me in every way possible. looks, personality. she was perfect. so good. so loyal. and i let my insecurities get the better of me. the blacks plotted against us, using her as a pawn. they framed her for adultery… and i, i believed it.”

they both took deep breaths, maera to control her anger and aemond to control his tears.

“she kept telling me it wasn’t true. It’s a scheme. but i am insecure man. i was such a fool maera. i didn’t even believe you were my child. so i stripped her of everything. i put her in a tiny room, i didn’t believe her cries of discomfort. i was the worst husband in the world.”

maera couldn’t make eye contact with her father. she felt the bile rise to her stomach. her father wasn’t the man she thought he was. her parent’s relationship wasn’t the perfect relationship she wrote about. she felt betrayed.

aemond could see the disgust in her daughter’s eyes.

“maera i regret everything. if i could go back in time i would change everything. i’ve changed from that man maera. i’m better. for you. for her. and i will never, ever, forgive myself for what happened to her.”

aemond looked at his daughter, hoping for a response.

“you killed her.”

aemond nodded, a deep look of shame on his face.

maera let out a shaky breath.

“i thought you two were perfect. i would pray to the gods for a marriage like yours.”

aemond attempted to hold his daughter but she stepped away. he felt his heart crack and eyes water, but this was his punishment.

“maera… it was good. it was so good.”

“but then you ruined it. you ruined it with your insecurity. you ruined my mother’s life. she would have been alive, i would have had a mother.”

he nods.

“maera… i’m so so sorry.”

maera scoffs.

“sorry? sorry for what, father! for ruining my life? for ruining my mother’s life? for killing my mother?”

aemond flinched at her words. before he could say anything, she stormed out, and aemond knew better than to chase after her.

as soon as she went to her chamber, she sobbed in to the arms of her handmaiden, the closest thing she had to a mother. she explained everything. how she found out, and what happened between her father.

“that’s why you are so cold towards my father, aren’t you?”

her handmaid nods, with watery eyes of her own. she knew that when maera would find out about her mother’s death, she would bring her the justice she was owed.

“your mother was my bestfriend. he didn’t deserve her. but will you do now, sweet girl?”

maera spoke with none of that targaryen heat of her father, she spoke with conviction.

“i would say i have no father, but i do. he is a wretched man. he tortured my pregnant mother and i will make it known. he didn’t stop at his nephew. at a child. his next victim was my mother, and i will make sure that everyone in this goddamned realm knows that. he will face a fate worse than my mother, and i swear that on her name.”

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