#ryah x aemond

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AEMOND TARGARYEN HEAD CANONS — SFW

— soft spoken

aemond is a very soft spoken man. not one person can say they have ever heard the prince yell. he may sometimes he raises his voice to be heard in a crowd. other times he may quarrel with his brother and get a bit heated as they insult each other, but aemond has never yelled. especially not at his wife.

— shy

aemond can be quite shy. he does not often go out of his way to speak to people he does not know. he is his wife’s shadow. apart from ryah, he usually only interacts with aegon, calla, and/or helaena.

— depth perception

aemond has poor depth perception due to only having one eye. he often walks slow as to not bump into or trip over anything. he either holds his wife’s arm or the railing when descending down stariwells. when he approaches others or they approach him, his first instinct is to hold an arm out to gauge how close they come. he does the same with objects. he extends his hands out in front of him as to not make a fool of himself by bumping into something or falling over. most times, things are closer than they actually appear to him.

— blindsided

when aemond is angry or displeased he will turn his head away from whoever or whatever his frustrating him so that the only side of his face that is visible is the side with his eyepatch. he refuses to make eye contact when he is angry and it is the easiest way to ensure he cannot see the root of his frustration. the action is known as “being blindsided” and it was named by aegon, who is more often than not the only person aemond willfully blindsides.

— hands, hands, hands

because half his face is scarred it’s sometimes hard for him to fully express his emotions via expressions, so aemond expresses himself with his hands. he gestures to express his enthusiasm. he slams them down onto surfaces when he is angry. he claps when he laughs. he snaps to get attention. he uses his hands to convey many emotions— just be careful not to stand on his left when he’s in a heated debate. he won’t be able to see who stands beside him and he has accidentally hit many a person more than once.

— swearing

if asked, aemond will say he tries his best not to swear because he thinks it’s impolite. in reality, he swears like a sailor. the curses he uses most in a day are: cunt, prick, and fucking (usually followed by imbecile). ryah finds it amusing but alicent gets a new gray hair every time she hears him curse. he’s worse than aegon.

— love language

touch. aemond is more often than not quiet around anyone who is not his wife. he is reserved in his affections— which is why touch is such a sure and meaningful way to know aemond cares and loves. he hugs his brother when he hasn’t seen him in months even though he would never utter the words ‘i love you’ to his face. he kisses his sister-in-law’s cheek to greet her and squeezes her hands earnestly when she speaks to him— for calla has a habit of insisting she hold people’s hands when she talks to them. he is the reason his children do not like to be put down. he is content to hold his babies until his arms feel like they will fall off his body. his wife…well, his wife never starves for affection.

— misandrist

his favorite hobby is telling men to shut the fuck up when his wife is speaking. because she is a woman heir, she is subjected to prejudice that boils his blood. in court and amongst the high-born of the other houses, the only time he may join in on a conversation or butt-in to one is to defend his wife. he knows better than anyone how strong, capable, and smart women are and how damaging it is when their worth is defined by how many babes they can produce. he is outspoken about women picking up swords, enjoying non-feminine passions and hobbies, and taking charge.

— sick

when aemond is sick, he lays in bed like he is made of glass and will not be seen again until he is better. despite most believing he would have a hard time laying still and accepting care, a simple fever can have him bound to bed with his wife pressing a cloth against his forehead. whether or not he truly feels so feeble when sick or uses it as is a free pass to spend time with his wife, aemond generally disdains being poorly.

— crow

not only is aemond’s favorite animal a crow, he has the memory of one. he remembers every face he’s ever seen and never forgets a name. he remembers every detail of a person to the freckles on their face to the wrongs they’ve done to someone he holds dear. aemond does not forget and he does not easily forgive.

— fern

aemond and ryah have a dog named fern that he is absolutely obsessed with. fern follows him everywhere but the small council. he was their first baby. he may very well be the true heir to the iron throne, but aemond will not confirm or deny anything. not only does he train fern to behave well enough to not cause trouble in the keep but he commissions a saddle be made so that his children can ride fern through the halls like a dragon. fern absolutely loves it.

— sexuality

straight. to his bisexual wife’s dismay, aemond is a straight man. the queer targaryen gene skipped someone for the first time in history and it was him. although, when drunk he can be persuaded to admit he’s had queer thoughts but he does not think he’d ever act on them 1. because he’s happily married and 2. they would not be his wife.

— his worst habit

one habit that aemond has that everyone around him complains about at least once is that he hums to himself. in the middle of the night while ryah is trying to sleep? aemond is humming in bed beside her. when someone is speaking in the small council? he’s humming just loud enough that it makes people stare until he stops. he hums to himself so often than sometimes those around him don’t realize he does it until he changes the tune and they notice it again, restarting the cycle of: “aemond, please stop.”

— pet peeves

1) repeating himself. he hates when he has to repeat himself. even though he knows he mumbles, he still can’t help but be annoyed when asked to say what he said again.

2) sneezing without covering their mouth. he will walk away from someone who either didn’t cover their mouth when they sneezed or sneezed into their hands. instant conversation ender.

3) sniffling. he’s the kind of dad to hand his kid a tissue and say “blow your nose right now” so he doesn’t have to listen to the sniffling. unless someone is crying — in which case he lets it go — he will insist they blow their nose.

4) being interrupted when he speaks. he is already quiet enough and takes a while to warm up that when people cut him off, he won’t open his mouth again to speak ever.

5) jacaerys being in the same room as him. (iykyk)

hotd ocverse aemond >>>

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Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet

(my headcanons for my hotd ocv/dr) — MDNI

A — aftercare

aemond is prone to getting carried away with how hard he thrusts during sex. between him and his wife, sex is far from vanilla— so it is no surprise his wife may end up sore by the end of it. he is always quick to wipe her down and hold her close. he strokes her hair. kisses her face. he rubs her hips and her tummy. more often than not, his wife will fall asleep during this time for they like to fuck every night before bed.

B — biting

aemond bites. whether it is playfully on the lip to entice his wife as he kisses her or rough on the back of her neck as he pounds into her from behind, aemond loves to bite. leaving his mark on his wife is one of his guiltiest pleasures.

C — cock-warming

aemond loves to be inside his wife and will take any chance that he gets to make it happen. whether it be in the library with her sitting on his lap as they read, sipping wine on the sofa in their bedroom, or spooning her as they sleep, his cock will be sheathed inside of her like his sword at his hip.

D — dominant

aemond prefers a dominant role. there are times he likes to lay back and submit to his wife, but it’s more fun to take the reigns. with his wit and charm, it’s so easy to make his wife melt. he likes to be listened to and she listens so well. secretly, there is a guilty pleasure to be found in dominating the heir to the iron throne and it makes his cock unbelievably hard.

E — experience

aemond was inexperienced. he had never dabbled in any sort of sexual acts before marriage. his wife was his first and she is his only. he learned what felt good and what did not with his wife. present day, he has no trouble making either his wife or himself cum.

F — favorite position

it’s hard to pick his favorite until he thinks about how it feels to fuck his wife as he spoons her. to crawl into bed and slide in behind her to find her naked makes him instantaneously hard. he loves to grind against her ass and nip at her shoulders. he loves the way her hair smells. he loves to slide his cock inside of her and hold her close by slipping his hands around her and clutching her breasts within his palms. he loves to wrap his hand around her throat and murmur sweet nothings into her ear as he fucks himself into her.

G — grunting

aemond grunts. it is not often he moans. he only moans if his wife has teased him by delaying his orgasm for a prolonged period of time and he finally gets to spill inside of her. apart from those rare instances, he grunts. lowly. deeply. his voice is gravelly. his breath comes hard and fast. he grunts and grunts and grunts— and it turns his wife on to hear him make such a delicious noise.

H — hair

aemond has silvery blond body hair everywhere except his chest. he does not enjoy chest hair and is very thankful he does not grow a lot of it. he shaves it despite his wife wishing he’d keep it— what little of it there is. he has a silver happy-trail that leads down to a bush of blonde. as for his wife’s body hair, he cares not if she shaves.

I — intimacy

aemond struggled with intimacy when he and his wife first got married. despite being fit, he is a very skinny, lanky man. he had a hard time being naked in front of his wife since he was not buff or bulky like other men. he feared she would not find him attractive. his scar added to his worry. the first few times he lay with his wife, he refused to take his eyepatch off. he rarely took it off around anyone. he feared she would cringe from his touch if she saw the socket filled with a sapphire. present day, he is starkly different. he prefers being naked to sleep. he hardly wears his eyepatch when alone with his wife. he pouts if she does not give him attention. he showers her in affection and can hardly ever keep his hands off of her.

J — jacking off

aemond does not usually masturbate. if he is aroused, he will seek out his wife. if for some reason she is not around — which is entirely rare — he will palm himself through his pants. he enjoys teasing himself more so than touching himself. it makes him all the more eager to be inside his wife. besides, he doesn’t want to waste a drop.

K — kissing

aemond is a very tender kisser and he does not shy from kissing his wife in a room full of people. strangely — considering his tendency to be rough — his kisses are never vulgar. it is the one thing that consistently stays passionate and slow. he savors the way she tastes. when he does dip his tongue inside her mouth, he does not choke her with it. he enjoys biting her lips, but that is the extent of his roughness when he kisses his wife. he loves to cover her in kisses. her cheeks. her ears. her throat. gods, her throat. her breasts. her belly. her cunt. her thighs. her hands. kisses, kisses, kisses. she deserves each and every kiss and he’s more than happy to cover her in them.

L — location

anywhere. if his wife is willing, aemond will drop his pants anywhere. their bedroom. the library. the dragon pit. the sept. the dining hall. the throne room. the throne itself. he’s always wanted to fuck her on throne— but it is too dangerous. he will fuck her anywhere and anytime as long as she is safe and comfortable.

M — motivations

aemond’s biggest motivation/turn on is when his wife grinds against him. he’s weak to it. in bed at night, his wife will scoot back against him and grind her ass against him. if he is sitting on the sofa, she will climb into his lap and grind down against him. standing in a crowded room, she will press back against him and discreetly move her hips. it turns him on no matter the time or place.

N — no

aemond has a long list of yes, please and a very short list of no, thanks. the only things he has ever said no to are: trying polygamy (not that his wife has asked for it since they agree they don’t want to share each other), bondage (applies only to him because he hates being restricted), blindfolds (the thought of being completely blind makes him anxious), and silk sheets (he could not hold himself up on the silk sheets and he almost broke his wife’s nose head-butting her when he slipped).

O — oral

aemond loves oral. giving? receiving? he has no preference. he has crawled under tables and desks to lick and kiss his wife’s cunt. if he can hardly draw breath under the skirts of her dress or weight of her thighs, the better it is. he loves the taste of her. when it comes to receiving, he loves to fuck his wife’s mouth. he enjoys when she hangs her head off their bed and lets him use her mouth and throat. it makes his eye roll back every damn time.

P — pace

aemond moves hard and slow. he buries himself deep into his wife— hard and slow. the moans that escape her and the whines that slip from her lips are fuel to his fire. often, he quickens his pace only to return back the steady, deep thrusts. when he and his wife finally agreed to have babies, it was very easy to get her pregnant.

Q — quick

aemond is not a fan of quick sex— but that does not mean he will pass it up. if all he can get if five minutes, he’s going to savor those five minutes like a starving man with crumbs. instead, he enjoys taking his time with his wife and drawing her to peak after peak. he like to thrust hard and slow, which is why quickies are never enough to satisfy him fully. good thing his wife feels the same. they are quick to pounce on each other when they reconvene.

R — rough

aemond is rough. his roughness stems from passion. he fucks his wife with everything he has in him. even when they agree to be vanilla, he still pounds into her like his life depends on it. most times, it truly feels like it does. he enjoys pulling his wife’s hair. he loves biting her. he is not opposed to spanking her. every now and again, he gives her a firm but light slap on the cheek when they dabble in power play. the couple enjoys experimenting— and rougher kinks are some of their favorite. despite his love for being dominate and rough with his wife, aemond has never purposely hurt her to the point of tears and he never would.

S — stamina

aemond can go — at the very least — two rounds per night. for a whole day, it depends on what they did the night before. he often stays semi-hard after cumming which makes it easy to entice him into a second round. during sex itself, aemond lasts a decent amount of time. for the first round, he can last anywhere from 25 to 35 minutes. for the second around, he’s lucky to last over 10.

T — talking

aemond enjoys dirty talk. he loves to whisper into his wife’s ear about all the things he wants to do to her. he loves making her beg. he loves hearing her plead for more. he, too, loves to beg. he is unafraid to be vulgar with her. he is open about what he wants. if he wants to try something new, he tells her openly. communication is important to him. not only can it add to sex and spice it up, but because he only has one eye it can be hard to see everything going on. not only is he blind entirely on one side, but he has poor depth perception due to it. verbally guiding him during sex can sometimes be crucial— especially if he is drunk.

U — undress

he loves to watch his wife undress. he will sit at the end of their bed and watch. he enjoys helping her undo all the laces of her dresses. his cock stirs as he watches the fabric slip down her body. it never ceases to amaze him how perfect she is. he, too, likes to undress in front of his wife. while it took him a while to be comfortable with originally, he enjoys it now. he loves the way it feels to be watched by her. he loves to see the color rise to her cheeks as he undoes his belt. he loves the way she squeezes her legs shut at the sight of his pale skin. half the fun of being naked in front of her is undressing.

V — valyrian

aemond commands his wife in high valyrian. he uses high valyrian when he and his wife engage in rougher kinks. it makes him feel powerful. to smack her on the ass and whisper, “dohaerās,” into her ear makes him hard. serve me. when they try something new and he feels her tense, he tells her to be calm. “lykīrī,” he’ll murmur as he kisses her cheeks. be calm, my love.

W — whimpering

aemond will do anything to make his wife whimper. a whimper from his wife is enough to push him over the edge more often than not. he adores it when she whimpers like she’s in heat. rarely, he’ll whimper. it doesn’t happen often unless she is teasing him with her hands. when she rides him with the intent to top him, she will sometimes refuse to let him cum— and that will illicit an immediate whimper from him.

X — x-rated

aemond’s darkest kink is his affinity for kn!fepl4y. he does not enjoy drawing blood or harming his wife — they have never gone that far — but he does enjoy holding it against her throat. he enjoys the way she trembles with excitement and adrenaline. he has dragged the edge of his dagger along her thighs to open them. he has made her kiss the cold steel. he is always careful and never holds it to her while they fuck, but it adds an edge to foreplay that both of them enjoy.

Y — yearning

aemond is almost pathetic when it comes to yearning for his wife. there is only one thing that can break his stoic resolve— and that’s his wife. throughout the day he will see to his tasks, but the gods help him when his wife crosses his mind. he will fold like paper and sulk if she is not near. when she is near, he is desperate to hold her gaze, be inside her, or simply hear her voice. in crowded rooms, he is her shadow. he goes few places without her unless duty calls for it. when he does part ways with her, he gives her three kisses on the lips and always whispers, “i love you,” before he goes. his wife knows she is loved. she’s never once had to question it.

Z — Zzz

aemond falls asleep only once his wife has been properly taken care of after sex. the only time he is prone to falling asleep right after sex is if he is drunk or sick. as for his usual, common night, he enjoys holding her as she falls asleep. more often than not, he watches her fall asleep. he loves to play with her hair and see her expression soften as she drifts off. once he knows she’s asleep, he will rest his head beside hers and close his eye.

[ryahtargaryen]

as the small council room cleared out, aemond and ryah stayed sitting in their respective seats. he rolled a coin across his knuckles as ryah spun the marble belonging to her in her palm. she glanced toward the door to see her father spare her a sympathetic smile before the heavy wooden doors shut.

“you spoke over me.” ryah said lowly. she shook her head and placed down the marble, watching it roll and knock into the one that belonged to her mother. “in front of my brothers who constantly look for any reason to criticize me, you spoke over me. worse, you undermined me.”

her husband caught the coin in his palm. it clinked as he placed it down onto the table. he turned his head to look at her. “i had no intent of undermining you, ryah. i was simply suggesting that—”

“aemond, your ‘simple suggestions’ are not simple.” ryah cut him off. she frowned at him as they met eyes.

“how?” he dared to ask.

“how?” she repeated. she shook her head at him. “you do not see how what you said changed the conversation on its head? the conversation i was leading, mind you.”

“i am not to voice opinions as to not speak over you…is that what you are implying?” aemond questioned with a scoff.

ryah clenched her jaw as frustration bubbled under her skin. anger licked at her insides like fire within the burning hearth across the room. she stood up from her chair and placed her hand upon the back of his. she stared down at him. his incompetence was frustrating.

“you are a man, aemond. in a room full of eager ears, your voice will always be louder than my own. even if i yell, your voice will be heard before mine. even if i am heir to the throne, your voice will always be considered before my own by some in this council because you are a man.”

aemond shook his head and looked up at his wife. his one blue eye was full of painful ignorance. she had seen her father wear the same face when her mother fought to put him in his place. for a woman born to sit the throne, the man married to her must learn to accept that while he can be wielded like a sword, adorned as a king, and his children will sit the throne— his voice is damnation for his wife whether he means for it to be or not.

“what would you have me do then?” aemond asked as he shook his head.

“you are to agree with me.” ryah said softly, bracing herself for his reaction.

aemond laughed. it was the kind of laugh that made her feel small. he stood up from his chair and placed his marble in the center with the others. “agree with you? i’m to agree with you? that is all i do at this damn council, ryah.”

“and i am not saying that you do not.” ryah was quick to catch his hand as he tried to walk away. she looked up at him and frowned. “i am expressing that when you suggest plans or ideas, they may as well mute me and mine entirely. even if my mother sits as queen, there are those in her council that will favor whatever comes out of your mouth over my own. out of jace’s mouth. out of daemon’s mouth.”

“and if you are wrong?” aemond rebutted. he stared down at her — the pinnacle of targaryen male arrogance — and cocked his head to the side. “if you are wrong, i am supposed to keep my mouth shut while you make yourself look like a fool?”

“watch your words.” ryah whispered. she glared up at him and shook her head once.

“i will do no such thing whilst we are alone.” he promised like a threat. he leaned down to be level with her. “answer me, wife. am i supposed to let you make a fool of yourself? i’m to let you be wrong?”

“no, aemond, i cannot be wrong. i am the crown.”

the silence between them was deafening.

aemond then pursed his lips, the ends curling into a sly grin. “mn…”

ryah let out a breath she hadn’t meant to hold as he straightened his spine. her heart was hammering in her chest. how strange it was to defy him…

was it not defiance? to look one’s husband in the eye and say no was defiance in every instance but this. her title as heir was the only reason the dynamic between them was the way it was. she had the right to tell him no while most woman could never utter the word to their husband.

she was not the wife of the future king.

but he was husband of the future queen.

she could choose when or if to bow her head to him.

but his knee must always stay bent.

“you are the crown.” aemond whispered as he reached out to caress her cheek. he grinned faintly as she softened against his palm. “and i apologize for minimizing your voice, ryah. it was not my intent.”

“i know,” she murmured as she tilted her head into his touch. she kissed his palm and sighed against his calloused skin. “i know it was not but you must be my support, aemond. if you speak, you must speak on my behalf. you must reinforce what it is i say. my title alone can only secure me so much due to what is between my legs— and it is not much. especially when it concerns my brothers. they do not see me as the future of this council. they will not until the crown sits upon my brow.”

“i quite like what is between your legs,” aemond whispered as he pulled her closer by the waist.

her cheeks reddened instantly and she looked away. she hit his chest with a soft closed fist. “aemond…”

“i hear you, my love.” he murmured as he kissed her color-flushed cheek. he met her gaze and tucked a soft, silver piece of hair behind her ear. “i am your sword and shield, ryah, and i will uphold you and everything that you are until my dying breath.”

ryah tugged him in by the collar of his tunic and kissed him with a burning reverence that he so easily returned.

[ryahtargaryen]

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A GUIDE TO HOTD OCVERSE

🌿 — what is hotd ocv?

the hotd ocv is an alternate universe / non-canonical timeline that centers around ryah and calla targaryen. created by @ryahtargaryen and @callastargaryen , the hotd ocv changes the events within both fire & blood / hotd by adding in new characters, changing major plot points, and reimagining characters and their relationships with each other. it creates a storyline that can be summed up to: “what if the events that led to the dance of dragons never happened…”

🪷 — oc introduction

on 6/3/109 AC, princess rhaenyra and prince daemon targaryen welcomed their first babies to the world— twin girls they named ryah and calla. their birth was a surprise, for rhaenyra and daemon had only expected one baby. alas, there were two— and they came with haste into the world.

on the day of their birth, ryah and calla were deemed “the two headed dragon” by their father not only because they were targaryen twins, but because the egg he had picked months prior to catch in the cradle alongside his child hatched not only one but two dragons: rhaegal and snowfyre. daemon declared it to be fate. his girls were the magic of old valyria in the flesh.

princess ryah targaryen, the elder twin, had been born with the destiny to one day inherit the targaryen dynasty and rule the seven kingdoms. being the firstborn daughter of the heir to the iron throne, rhaenyra targaryen, ryah was her mother’s heir. bred for fire and blood, princess ryah was raised to rule. she was a fierce dragon-rider. a brilliant scholar. a skilled swordswoman. a savvy politician. a level-headed thinker. an unabashed rule follower. most of all, she is a gentle heart. she will one day make a fine queen with her loyal, devoted husband — prince aemond — and their smart, well-mannered children — daenerys, rhaen, and annika — by her side.

princess calla targaryen, the younger twin, was born with a warmth never before known. she was the sun shining through the — often described — cold red keep. whilst her sister studied and trained, she was content to needlepoint and draw. she showed little to no interest in the formal duties her name inherited. she sat often in the sept, praying to the mother and the maiden primarily. she knew nothing of politics and maths, only knowing flowers and high valyrian hymns. it is only through love and marriage calla accepts a grand title. lady wife to her lord husband, aegon, calla is content on her sheep farm. her days are full of time spent with her husband, their children, and her partner clarisse.

🌻— hotd overse timeline and events

all the “canon” events that take place in the hotd ocv can be found posted here in order.

🪴— the targaryen family in four parts

part one: the immediate family

part two: the extended family— version green

part three: the extended family— version blue

part four: the next generation

🌱— romantic pairings

one of the biggest changes from canon (oc characters aside) are the romantic pairings. below are the (most significant) listed couples:

• ryah and aemond (ryaemond)

• calla and aegon (callaegon)

• jace and helaena (jacelaena)

• caeserys and evelyn (caevelyn)

• baela and daeron (baeron)

• lucerys and rhaena (luclaena)

• daenerys and arra (darra)

• baelon and annika (annaelon)

• rhaenyra and daemon (daemyra)

• laena and carter (carlaena)

🥀 — major canon changes

because hotd ocverse is built upon the idea that the dance of the dragons and downfall of house targaryen does not happen, there has been many hours spent piecing together a consistent canon that leads to peace. the timeline details when and what happens, but this section highlights the why’s and how’s of the major canon changes.

• rhaenyra marries daemon.

with rhaenyra married to daemon, she gives birth to no bastards. her bloodline cannot be challenged. jace and luke have been changed in the canon of hotd ocv so that they are rhaenyra and daemon’s true-born sons born after ryah and calla. daemon and rhaenyra have three more sons: caeserys (joffery replacement) and a set of male twins, aerion and aelon (aegon iii and viserys ii replacements)

• betrothed as children.

to decrease discourse and silence anyone who dare think to plot against rhaenyra’s ascension, rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, and viserys betroth their three eldest children to each other. (note: not married as children. betrothed.)

prince aegon, the first-born son of the king, is promised to princess calla, the second-born daughter of the future queen, to ensure the crown never touches his head. any challenge aegon poses by simply breathing is lessened. it eliminates potential usurpation. raised to craft and chat, aegon and calla were a complimentary pair. it added to the already massive political benefit.

princess ryah, the first-born daughter and heir to the future queen, is promised to prince aemond, the second-born son of the king. ensuring a son of the king still sits the small council, prince aemond’s betrothal to princess ryah is a smart political move. aemond himself had little to no claim to the throne being — at the time — as far back as 10th in line in the line of succession, if not further. if usurpation were to arise, it would not have been aemond who is raised up against rhaenyra. it is his little claim to the throne that makes him a fine pick for princess ryah— as well as the history between them on the day he lost his eye.

prince jacaerys and princess helaena are promised on the agreement that they will inherit dragonstone. with varying opinions on who deserves to inherit what, it is one more sure way to see that each side of the argument gets both. hightower-targaryen blood not only sits the throne together through ryah and aemond, but it inherits old town through aegon and calla (unbeknownst to them at the time) as well as dragonstone through jace and helaena.

every major seat that can be filled and major role that can be assumed is claimed by targ-tower blood.

• laena velaryon the lady of driftmark

when her brother laenor flees to live freely with his lover in essos, laena velaryon becomes lady of driftmark. she is happily married to carter stark and they have twins, baela and rhaena.

• aegon inheriting old town

hobert hightower had no sons. he had two daughters that he had had not named his heir’s. when he fell ill and later died, his titles passed to his brother, otto. otto leaves king’s landing — and his position as hand — to assume his role as lord of old town. he names his son, ser gwayne hightower, his heir. when ser gwayne passes away unexpectedly of a burst belly, otto hightower names aegon targaryen his heir. despite never having a desire for any kind of power, aegon accepts this responsibility and moves with his wife, calla, onto a farm in old town where they live contently as lord and lady when otto eventually passed away.

• the dragon-like dragon-lords

a family rich with blood magic passed down from before the doom, the dragon-lords of house targaryen are eerily similar to their fire-breathing counterparts. in the way they walk, in the way their eyes gleam, in the way they talk, in the way they react. if dragon’s are seen as gods, targaryen’s have to then be something divine, too, for targaryen is a dragon in human skin. and that is why it is their house that sits the iron throne.

• the targaryen bond

targaryens bond romantically with each other as dragons do. they mate for life. whether it clicks instantly or is a bond developed over time, targaryens are drawn to each other like flames and will burn together until their flames burn out. binding their blood through marriage is tradition born from the desire to be whole. wholeness for the dragon-born can only be found in their targaryen counterpart. a silver-haired soulmate born of the same fire and blood.

within hotd ocverse, targaryen parents imprint on their children. in a family that infamously marries brothers to sisters, uncles to nieces, and cousins to cousins, the bond between a targaryen parent and their child is the only true, pure, familial bond there is due to the fact that they imprint on their children.

• the loss of aemond’s eye

the day aemond targaryen had been born, a green egg was placed beside him. when it hatched, a vibrant green dragon was his for the claiming once he was of age. cyprus, he named it. his green monster. cyprus was a known trouble-marker in the dragon pit. green dragons had bitter temperaments and cyprus was no exception. at 10 years old, aemond targaryen was allowed to claim his dragon.

all it took was one second. only for one second, aemond had let his guard down. that was all the time cyprus needed to lash out as the chain around his neck annoyed him too greatly. if aemond had been standing any closer, perhaps his face would been torn off. the gods must’ve been watching out for him. he was just far enough that only one of cyprus’ razor sharp claws wounded him.

he had claimed his dragon.

but his dragon had claimed his eye.

• hand of the king

when otto returned to old town, lyonel strong assumed the position for a short period of time. viserys wished to make daemon his hand, but daemon was busy tending to his army of children and running the city watch. once the kids were a bit older and the stress of terrible twos after terrible twos lessened, he assumed the role of hand of the king. lyonel went returned back to harrenhall and ser harwin strong took over commanding the city watch.

• the hand(s) of the queen

when rhaenyra was crowned queen, she named rhaenys targaryen her hand. together, they were a steadfast duo for many years. when rhaenys passed away, rhaenyra then named alicent hightower to be hand of the queen. alicent accepted gratefully and advised rhaenyra through the rest of her reign faithfully.

i am pretty sure that wraps up everything that can be detailed :) hope you guys enjoyed our fun little take on hotd. drop any questions you have! thanks for reading xxx

[ryahtargaryen]

“men will say they love you and then cut their hair.”

“ryah, please, it will grow back…”

“you want a divorce.”

“i do not want a divorce, my love.”

safe to say, aemond never cut his hair again

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“i’m going to trim my hair myself, ryah.”

“okay, my love. let me know if you need help :)”

the “trim” that was very much the reason there is an age gap between rhaen and annika:

[ryahtargaryen]

ryaemond — dark royalty

callaegon — cottagecore

ryallaegond — dark cottagecore

[ryahtargaryen]

“why are you late, aemond?” alicent asks as he finally enters.

“you try handing rhaen off to the wet-nurse when all he wants is his mother and see if you are on time.” aemond says as he rounds the table to his seat beside his wife. when he sits, he greets her with a kiss to the cheek and tips his head toward rhaenyra.

“crying?” ryah asks in a whisper.

“screaming like a banshee,” aemond sighs as he takes his marble from the center of the table. he sits back and places a hand on her thigh. “but he will be fine, my love, do not worry.”

ryah meets his eye and he gently caresses her chin between his fingers. he smiles at her. she is quick to smile, too, for she is comforted by his presence. if rhaen had not been okay, aemond would not have come at all.

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one thing that aemond and aegon forever scratch their heads about are the twin’s eating habits. it doesn’t matter that they have the same exact thing on their plates. ryah will always offer calla a bite. calla will always put some of her meal onto ryah’s plate if her sister finished that certain section. they very well could go for seconds. it’s all laid out on the table in front of them but they are content to share their food. they always offer each other the best bites.

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“all that grace, all that body, all that face.”

“young and beautiful” by lana is such a ryaemond song

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upon ryah’s ascension to the throne, it is rumored that some within the keep approached prince aemond and encouraged him to try and sway his wife into forfeiting the throne. others say that the prince himself had heard the rumors and sought the whisperers out with fire and blood. despite the years of peace rhaenyra had fostered as queen, there were still some who believed that only a man should rule. aemond had not taken kindly to this. the prince is remembered on the morning of coronation day to have said the following:

“you would have me steal my wife’s throne? the crown is not my birthright and it is not something i seek to take from her.” aemond hissed, his hand curled around the hilt of his sword.

“my prince, you are a man. the realm dealt with rhaenyra’s ascension on account of your father and daemon. viserys is long dead. daemon is old and frail. it is time a man assume the role of king once again. there is no better fit than you. you, yourself, have a male heir born to ascend after you.”

“you dare to use my children against my wife?” aemond growled. he pulled his sword from his sheath in a sharp movement. he pressed it against the whisperers cheek. “my wife, the queen, has a male heir born of her blood. daenerys will ascend the throne after his mother the way i have raised him to.”

“if you thought you could feed into whatever ambition you think i have and flatter me, you are poorly mistaken. i seek to see my wife rule as queen of the seven kingdoms. i wish to serve as her consort— and i wish to see you dead.”

[ryahtargaryen]

ryah tries the calm and the quiet…

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“you have your father’s smile, dany.”

aemond targaryen and his son daenerys

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ryaemond and their summer in the fields of old town

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ryah targaryen x aemond targaryen

synopsis: the long awaited first ryaemond smut. aemond feels guilty about what happened between him and his wife in the small council and he seeks to make up for it. (there is a previous post somewhere on my account that explains the small council scene and what happened between them, but this can be read as a stand alone if desired)

content warning: 18+, aemond targaryen x fem!oc, graphic descriptions, targcest, fluff and smut, light angst???, pining, oral, p in v. , mentions of breastmilk

word count: 4,000+

fire crackled in the hearth like a lullaby. flames swirled and shadows danced across the walls. apart from the crackling of the logs and her infant suckling at her breast, ryah’s bedchamber was silent. she looked down at her son and couldn’t help but smile. daenerys clutched her pinky finger in his tiny hand and his eyes fell heavier and heavier by the second.

as the door to her chamber opened and shut, she turned her head. her husband's long silver hair reflected the moonlight spilling in through the window as he removed his sword from his waist.

“hello,” he greeted.

“shhh…” ryah whispered, shaking her head at him. “he’s falling asleep.”

aemond quieted as he came around the sofa. he did not wish to disturb either of them but he couldn’t help but draw near. he smiled to himself as he sat beside his wife. to see her with their son was a pleasure he couldn’t begin to describe. it was his favorite sight. she met his eye and smiled.

but her smile did not comfort him.

he could feel the uncertainty radiating off her and it made him feel guilty.

he’d left quite abruptly after their scuffle in the small council room and it was coming to bite him in the ass.

“i’m sorry,” aemond whispered just loud enough to be heard. “for earlier. what i said was…it was not right. i regret it and i hope that you are not mad at me.”

“i’m not.” ryah murmured without looking at him. dany had turned his head away from her chest and began to rub his eyes. he was finished with his meal. she was quick to tuck away her breast and stand to rock him, hoping to lull him to sleep for the night.

aemond frowned at the sight of her. she was not mad yet she seemed to jump away as he neared. he stood as she walked over toward the bassinet in the corner of the room. he watched as she kissed their son's face and bid him goodnight. with a feather-light delicacy she had perfected over the last handful of months since dany had been born, she laid their little prince in his bed. he stirred only for a moment. her fingers brushing over his wispy white-blonde hair settled him.

“if you are mad, please just tell me.” aemond whispered as he stood beside her. he reached down and stroked dany’s chubby cheek with the back of his knuckles. the babe was asleep. a simple, gentle touch would not wake him. if anything, it lulled him further.

“i am frustrated.”

aemond turned as she did. he watched as she walked to their bed and sat on the edge. placing her hand on her forehead, she sighed. he stayed still. he knew she had much to say— but saying it out loud was always quite hard. it was something they were alike in. not being able to express themselves well enough, that is.

“jacaerys means to belittle me. in front of every person in my mother’s court, he means to knock me down as if it will place him above me…” ryah said with a tightness in her throat.

aemond kneeled before her and placed his hands on her waist. he looked up at her and could see the tears brimming in her eyes. guilt ate at his insides. with gentle hands, he framed her face.

“he can spew bullshit until he’s blue in the face, ryah, but that’s all it is. it’s bullshit. anyone with a working brain knows it.” he whispered.

ryah frowned at him. “yet bullshit when it comes out of a man’s mouth somehow smells sweeter…”

aemond couldn’t deny it. he knew she was right. he’d been wrong to overstep in the small council and state something that contradicted what she’d said at the meeting. especially in front of jacaerys.

it was salt to a fresh wound.

“i am the echo in a room that will carry your voice, my love…” aemond placed his head down onto her lap and hugged her waist. “i will handle my bastard of a nephew. do not worry your pretty head about it, darling.”

“don’t call him that, aemond. it’s a cruel word.” ryah said, trying her best not to grin. jace was not a bastard by blood but he was a bastard by heart.

aemond grinned freely unlike his wife. he lifted his head and met her eyes. “a cruel word for a cruel cunt.”

ryah shook her head at him and giggled. she patted his hair fondly. he soaked in the affection. he was starving for it. he did not like feeling estranged by tension and hurt feelings.

“walk with me?” aemond asked.

ryah turned her head to look toward the bassinet. she bit her lip and shook her head. “what about dany?”

“i’ll fetch a wet nurse for him.” he offered, turning his head to kiss her hands. he kissed the lengths of her fingers. he kissed her knuckles.

ryah wasn’t stupid.

she knew what he wanted.

she just wasn’t sure what he had planned.

“very well…” she conceded with a soft sigh. she fought a smile as she nudged her husband's face away. “call for nora and we shall go.”

with a smile, aemond departed from their bedroom. it did not take him long. when he came back, dany’s primary caretaker was with him. nora was sweet. she was a gentle heart and ryah felt comfortable entrusting her with the prince— but there was always a sense of guilt that came with leaving her baby. even though he was sleeping and the likelihood he would wake was slim, ryah wanted to be the one to comfort him if he did.

“we’ll be back shortly, nora. thank you…” ryah said with a soft smile.

nora dipped her head. “of course, princess.”

the halls of the red keep at this hour were filled only with on-duty guards. ser morgan strong was stationed in front of the princess’ bedroom. he was her sworn guard. he was the eldest son of harwin strong, commander of the city watch. ser morgan followed her everywhere— except right now.

ryah was safe with her husband.

prince aemond was easily the best sword after ser criston cole, queen rhaenyra’s sworn guard.

“where are we going?” ryah asked as she took her husband's arm. they descended the stairs together. in the dark, aemond used her as a guide down the steps.

“you’ll see,” was all her husband said.

she froze as he covered her eyes with his hands as they stepped off the last step.

“and how exactly am i supposed to see if you are covering my eyes?” ryah asked.

with a gentle nudge, aemond guided her onward. ryah did not fight him. taking slow steps, she continued forward under his direction. having lived in the keep her whole life, she could walk it with her eyes closed. aemond knew this. ryah couldn’t help but laugh as they walked in circles.

“aemond!” she giggled.

“i have to make it fun somehow.” he said with a smile.

for a moment, she felt lost. butterflies tickled her insides and she caressed her husband’s wrists a bit tighter. their footsteps on the stone floor were quiet. they were all she could hear.

“keep your eyes closed,” he said against her ear.

ryah kept her eyes shut as he pulled his hands away from her eyes. blackness painted the backs of her eyelids. she could see nothing but she could feel him. the way his fingers lingered on her arms before he stepped away. it sent tingles dancing across her skin.

a door in front of her creaked. her breath was shallow and quick in her throat. something about this was exhilarating. where had he led her? what did he have planned?

“careful,” aemond murmured as he guided her up a few steps.

ryah’s brows drew together and she tilted her head. she knew exactly where they were from those few steps alone. whatever excitement she felt fizzled away.

the small council room was dark. it smelled of embers and wine. the open windows allowed a fresh breeze to waft into the room. she turned her head and looked up at her husband. aemond was already looking at her.

“why here?” ryah asked in a whisper. she shook her head. “i could think of a thousand better places to be after what happened today.”

“indulge me.” aemond said with a guilty smile.

ryah hesitated as he took her hand and took a step forward. aemond tilted his head at her. with a huff, she conceded. she walked with him down the length of the room. she passed by the empty chairs belonging to those in her mother's council. alicent hightower. the grand maester. the king consort. her own chair.

she stopped in front of it. her fingers brushed across the wood. embarrassment made her face feel hot. she could hear so clearly what jacaerys had said. even if he had been removed from the chamber by daemon himself, the venom in his words still stung.

“if you mean to apologize again, don’t.” ryah said under her breath. he’d be able to hear her.

he was right behind her.

his waist was pressed against her. his hands framed her hips. his lips ghosted the shell of her ear. everything he did and everything he was threatened to melt her. even now when she was disheartened, he could so easily make it all go away.

she wanted it to all go away.

“sit.” aemond commanded.

ryah reached to pull out her chair but he stopped her. he shook his head. clicking his tongue, he flicked his head to the chair at the head of the table.

“that’s my mother’s seat, aemond.” ryah said.

“it is your seat.” aemond placed his hands on his wife’s shoulders and guided her forward. he kissed her cheek. over and over again, he kissed her cheek as he murmured, “it is to be your seat, ryah.”

ryah swallowed the lump in her throat. she placed her hand atop her belly. a nervous knot coiled tighter and tighter in her stomach. her heart was thumping in her chest.

she sat down.

she kept her chin up and sat at the head of the small council table. her breath shuddered as aemond loomed above her. his fingers brushed across the top of her head. she could’ve sworn he traced a crown across her brow. he leaned down over the back of her chair and kissed her cheek.

“what do you see?” he asked in a whisper. his voice was a purr. it made chills run down her spine.

“i see the table.” ryah answered softly.

“what else?” aemond poked and prodded.

she sat up a bit straighter and cleared her throat. “i see the marbles. i see the chairs. i see the whole of the room.”

“what you see now is a sight that jacaerys targaryen will never see.”

ryah gripped the arms of the chair as aemond kneeled in front of her legs. his hands roamed up her thighs. he squeezed her waist as his one blue eye stared up at her. there was so much emotion written across his expression she felt as if they were drowning in it.

“i will serve you until my dying breath, ryah, and uphold all that you are.” aemond promised. he dropped his head onto her thighs. “you are my wife. you are the mother of my son. you are my purpose and i wish to serve you now.”

ryah bit her lip as aemond’s fingers slipped under the skirts of her dress. he dragged the fabric over her ankles and up her calves. she spread her legs apart just enough to show that she wore nothing underneath as he pushed the many layers up over her thighs. pale skin was staring at him. his wife’s cunt was peaking up at him and it made him salivate.

“you wish to serve me?” ryah asked with her breath caught in her throat. she stared down at him, her cheeks red with a fiery blush.

“as your consort and your husband, my love.” aemond nodded. his desperation was palpable.

ryah tutted softly and shook her head. “as my consort, you should’ve asked to lift my dress.”

ryah bunched up the fabric of her dress and pulled it up to her hips. aemond shuddered a breath as she not only spread her legs but placed one over his shoulder. it took every ounce of self-restraint not to lean down and kiss her inner thighs.

“as your husband?” aemond dared to wonder. he swallowed visibly and fought the urge to look down between her legs. he kept his good eye trained on her expression, searching for permission she had not yet granted.

permission he hoped she’d grant.

“i do not order my husband.” ryah whispered as she reached down to touch herself. she was so wet he could hear it. as she spread the lips of her sex, he could see it coating her fingertips. he could smell it. he wanted to taste it.

“my husband orders me, does he not?”

aemond did not answer verbally. his mouth had better things to do— to taste. he pushed aside her hand and grabbed her waist. with a tug, he pulled his wife to the edge of the chair. ryah gasped as his tongue licked up the mess he’d only begun to create. she tilted her head back and it thumped against the back of the chair.

a shiver ran through her as her husband kissed her cunt from bottom to top. his mouth was so warm. his lips were so soft. his tongue was so wet. as it danced across her clit, her eyes fell shut. stars dashed behind her eyelids and gasps escaped her lips.

“finger me,” ryah begged helplessly. as his tongue drew circles around the sensitive bud, she wanted to feel his long, calloused fingers curl inside of her.

“no,” aemond huffed against her cunt. his breath was hot. it rolled across her thighs and made her arch.

a whine of desperation escaped her. she reached down to lace her fingers through his hair. he did not deny her this. he enjoyed it. he loved the way she fisted the roots of his hair and pushed his face down between her thighs. he could hardly breathe but he loved it. he loved it as she dragged her heel down his back in an attempt to pull him closer— pull him in.

it only made him more determined.

ryah moaned as she came. breathless and red-faced, her thighs shook. aemond sat back on his knees and panted. her arousal was all over him. his mouth. his cheeks. his nose. his chin. he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and licked what he could from his lips.

“aemond,” she whispered.

the look on her face hardened his cock so much it hurt. she was the pinnacle of desperation. her eyes were hardly open. her lips were parted as quiet, quick breaths came in and out. her cheeks were dusted with delicious color.

“turn.” aemond commanded as he stood. his voice was gruff and sharp, a testament to his own desire.

aemond undid his belt as his wife turned in the chair. kneeling in the seat that belonged to the queen, the heir to the iron throne’s cunt dripped onto the cushion below as she waited for her husband to fill her. aemond fought the buttons of his pants and undid the laces of his breeches. she hugged the back of the chair. the wood felt cold against her cheek while her blood felt like fire coursing through her veins.

ryah whimpered as his hands curled around her waist and guided her into an arch. humiliation stung her throat. if they were to be caught like this they’d never hear the end of it. fucking on rhaenyra’s seat in the small council? it was beyond scandalous. it was an insult.

and it was so, so hot.

ryah bit the back of her hand to muffle the cry that threatened to burst from her lungs as her husband slid into her. he sheathed himself like a sword inside of her. a groan slipped passed his lips and he squeezed her waist. ryah gasped, her nails digging into the wood of the chair.

“gods, ryah, you’re fucking perfect.” aemond muttered between his teeth. he leaned down over her and kissed the shell of her ear. “be quiet for me, my love. we don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?”

“no,” she whispered breathlessly. she tilted her head back to meet his one blue eye. the urge to kiss him was unbearable.

he seemed to feel it, too, for his lips crushed her own with a bruising force. she moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips forward. deep and slow. aemond savored every moment of being inside his wife and his pace was testimony to it. he never rushed. even now with his wife atop the queen’s chair, he showed no haste. she could feel the veins decorating his shaft as it slipped in and out of her.

ryah could taste herself as his tongue slid into her mouth. with his hand curled around the base of her throat and his hips locked against her rear, she was pinned against the chair with no escape. she never wanted to escape from aemond. she wanted all of him. always. even if it overwhelmed her sometimes, she would gladly drown in him.

aemond pulled away from the kiss huffing. she licked away the saliva on her lips. he smiled and her cunt clenched around him. even a smile affected her so. knowing what he did to her, how much power he had over her— the desire he felt for her was insatiable.

ryah turned her head as he pulled out. before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the chair. she fell against his chest but he caught her. the sight of her shaking legs lit a fire in his stomach. he sat down on the chair and spread his legs apart. his cock stood at attention. it glistened with her arousal and beaded with his own.

“your throne,” aemond said with a grin as he patted his thigh.

ryah laughed. sweat beaded at her hairline, her cheeks were hot, and her breath was still uneven, but she laughed. she placed her hands on his shoulders and climbed into his lap. he welcomed her with a purr. the skirts of her dress pillowed around them, enveloping him in a cloud of black. shifting together momentarily, they reconnected by the hips.

ryah sank onto his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck. aemond’s hands slid around the curves of her waist and up the bend of her back. he leaned forward to catch her lips in a desperate kiss. the princess wasted no time. her pace was starkly different from her husband's.

fast and hard.

aemond’s head tipped back and he dug his nails into her thighs. gasps slipped from between his parted lips as his wife rode him. wet, sloppy sounds were poorly muffled by the layers of her dress. skin smacking against skin echoed shamelessly across the room.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” aemond cursed through his teeth. inaudible words were lost to his gasping.

ryah tugged his chin down with a firm hand and smiled at him. “what? i couldn’t hear you, husband. what did you say?”

“you’re a fucking gift, ryah.” aemond groaned. he caressed her face in his hands and kissed her. once. twice. three times. “that feels so good. gods, my love, you feel so fucking good.”

ryah’s pace faltered as aemond tugged her waist forward. unable to move, she clenched around his cock as it throbbed inside of her. was he close? his furrowed brow suggested he may very well be.

“undo your lacings.” aemond said under his breath. his lips dragged across her collarbone.

ryah was quick to pull the knot behind her back free. she undid the first three lacing’s enough so her boning came loose. loose enough for him, at least. the prince pushed away the fabric covering his wife’s breasts and dropped his head. the princess let out a soft moan as his lips grazed her tender nipple.

“aemond—”

“hush.”

ryah swallowed her warning. he knew full well what she would’ve said. it would’ve changed nothing. her heart shuddered in her chest as aemond looked up at her. his tongue drew circles around her nipple. it made her shiver in delight. his fingers curled around her heavy breast. with a gentle squeeze, milk beaded against his lips.

aemond was amused by her expression. her bright red face. the nervous glint in her eyes. he licked his lips clean and loosened his hold on her breast. she was sweet on his tongue.

“what?” he asked, tilting his head.

ryah’s voice was hardly audible. “you’re not…turned off by it?”

“turned off?” aemond almost seemed offended. his brows drew together as he drew her closer. his lips grazed the soft mound of her breast. he pressed warm, delicate kisses to her chest. his mouth traveled up her neck and over her chin.

“you’re my wife, ryah. you’re the mother of my child. there is nothing in this world that will keep me from wanting you…” aemond confessed.

ryah kissed him hard. her hands grasped his face for dear life. the prince responded in haste. he lifted his wife as he stood. she sank down further onto his cock as gravity pushed her into his arms. a moan escaped the two of them. aemond was quick to lay her on the table and fuck her like a hound.

ryah’s cries of ecstasy were muffled by the palm of his hand— but it was no question to any unlucky midnight passerby what was occurring in the small council room. no one may have heard ryah cum a second time, but they would’ve heard his thighs slapping hard against hers to the point where it stung them both. they’d hear the table creak and rattle as he pounded himself into her. they’d hear the marbles in the centerpiece knock together and clink as the table shook.

“let me put another baby in you,” aemond groaned into her ear. he kissed the side of her face and nipped at her neck. “let me give you another son, ryah.”

ryah shook her head. her response was muffled against his palm. he need not hear her exact words to know it was a no. he grunted as he buried his face into her neck. he wanted nothing more than to fill her. it was a desperate desire in the depths of his balls. it was carnal. it was feral. it was an insatiable need.

he wanted to spill inside her and watch her belly swell with his baby for a second time.

but she said no.

he’d be patient until she said yes.

aemond pulled out. he could not risk another thrust. he was almost too far gone. her muffled moans threatened to tip him over the edge. her weeping breasts wetting his tunic with milk threatened to ruin him. her throbbing cunt would’ve damned them both.

ryah slid down from the table and kneeled in front of him. her hands caressed his strong, pale thighs as he pumped himself. he grunted eagerly as she opened her mouth. he slid his tip over her tongue and shuddered in delight at the sensation. when her hand replaced his own, that’s all it took.

aemond squeezed his eye shut and grunted as he came. his fingers laced through his wife’s hair as his thighs shook. ryah sighed as his seed spilled across her tongue. she swallowed his load and licked her lips. she enjoyed the taste of him. when she let go of his cock, he was quick to tuck himself away and help her up.

he sat her on the edge of the table and wiped her glossy lips with his sleeve. she smiled at him as he tucked away her breasts and tied the lacings of her dress. he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. warmth radiated down the back of her neck and her spine as his lips lingered. she melted into him. the smell of him comforted her. the way he clutched her to his chest and buried his nose into her hair made her feel safe.

“i love you,” aemond murmured as he tilted her chin up. he stroked her lips with the pad of his thumb. “more than anything.”

ryah smiled at him and reached up to caress his face. she pulled him down for a single, sweet kiss that melted him entirely. he braced himself by squeezing her shoulders.

“i love you, too.” ryah whispered against his lips. “more than anything.”