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The Gods We Can Touch Chapter Seven: Ending Anew

|Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader|

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Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.

What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience and understanding with the uploads. I've been working six days a week and have only one day to myself where I can do basic necessities like wash clothes and clean. My bedroom has certainly paid for it and so has my hobbies. (Or lack there of) I hope y'all enjoy this seeing young adult Aemond and reader! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Chapter Warnings: sexual harassment, dubious consent, bastardphobia, implied mental illness, lots of sexism.

The distinction between those we love and those we hate can be subtle. Both emotions are directed towards an individual based on their inherent qualities. Despite this commonality, they are often perceived as opposites. Loving someone entails wanting them to thrive while hating someone involves wishing for their suffering or transformation. However, love and hate can coexist despite their seemingly contradictory nature.

Six years ago, you experienced deep affection for an individual during your youth, believing that their sun-kissed hands epitomized kindness. However, after enduring years of distress, you discovered the unexpected capability to harbor animosity towards this once beloved person. This realization perplexed you as you contemplated whether he endured similar inner turmoil.

You hated Uncle Aemond for hurting your brothers the night at Driftmark many years ago and for not responding to your countless ravens who sought to apologize and keep broken promises. But because of the love that never ceased beating in your heart, you continued to create reasons for yourself to loathe him. Despite realizing your uncle would never respond, you still sent him letters with the blind hope that someday you would have one addressed from King’s Landing, though if one ever did come, they were from Queen Alicent, and in which you promptly fed them to the fish-eyed billy goats on Dragonstone.

The contents were of anything and everything you could think of. Sometimes, you retold important events like leaving to study at the Citadel and becoming a lady of Queen Esabella of Dorne as a temporary peace bargain for what happened in the Stepstones. Other times, it was your interests, such as a new plant or a medical technique, that you learned and thought would help him with his… ailment.

Though you heard nothing from Aemond, that did not mean you knew nothing about him. You heard rumors that he took to putting a sapphire in his empty eye socket, and while the idea was sure to inspire fear in the hearts of many, it fascinated you, wondering if the gem was smooth and round or jagged and sharp, much like your uncle’s personality. It seemed like him to fashion something such as that as he was always a bit odd, though you never minded it. You imagined the discomfort his wound might cause despite it becoming scarred. From what you understood about those with similar injuries, the person could feel the severed nerves and tissue healing themselves, the sensation like a thousand hot needles in the skin.

It was no wonder why he was gossiped to have such a cold demeanor. You hoped one day you would be allowed to see it yourself, even if you were on the receiving end.

Some of you worried that Aemond never received your letters, thinking you abandoned him and all the promises made in secrecy. Queen Alicent wouldn’t be the one to bar them from him as she most desperately wanted you to visit the Red Keep and mend the bond broken on the night at Driftmark. You didn’t understand why it had to be you to be the one to do so. These were matters created by the ruling adults in your life, and they should have sought to fix them.

Nevertheless, neither you, your parents, nor Queen Alicent tried to mend what occurred between the family. Still, that lack of effort did not extend to your relationship with your uncle. You still wanted to fly with him as you promised some years ago.

“The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army,” Jacaerys translated from High Valyrian, his words proud but still holding a certain waver to his voice now that you weren’t there to assist him.

You stood by one of the tall metal-paned windows in the Chamber of the Painted Table in Dragonstone, the ancient seat of your family, silently mouthing the words of your ancestors’ histories spoken by the Maester in your mother tongue.

The thick, gray clouds outside cast a dull light into the room, creating a somber yet peaceful atmosphere. You and your brother understood that your imposing maternal presence made him nervous and hindered his concentration. Over the years, you developed the habit of speaking over Jace during your studies.

This hadn’t gone unnoticed, leading to reprimands from Maester Gerardys and your mother for not giving your twin a fair chance to learn. You only wished for Jace to be the best version of himself he could be. He was to be your King when Mother passed.

“Se Blākuata Rāsho drāñot vilinio viartis,” (And made landfall at the mouth of the Blackwater Rush) Maester Gerardys conveyed, his words slowed and accent thick to convey their meaning.

The resounding echo of the chamber doors opening filled the air with the unmistakable clang of metal. As they parted, a graceful figure emerged—your mother, adorned in a flowing, vibrant red dress that complemented her regal presence. She moved with a poised and graceful stride, her hand tenderly skimming over her gently swelling belly, radiating an undeniable sense of maternal warmth and affection. Catching your gaze, you offered her a tender smile, and in response, she bestowed upon you a fleeting yet soft expression that spoke volumes of her boundless love without the need for words.

“Drāñot,” your mother asked Jace to repeat, but he stared at her wide-eyed, the words slipping from his mind.

Meeting your mother’s strides to greet her, you answered for him with a bright and eager-to-please smile. “The mouth.”

She flashed a tight-lipped grin and scrunched her nose, lightly nodding as Jace slouched in self-directed disappointment. “Mouth! I knew that, sister. You needn’t answer for me,” he expressed with disappointment, stomping his foot on the ground.

“If you keep speaking for your brother, he will never learn,” your mother lightheartedly scolded as she kissed the top of your head. You have heard those words for the past six years.

If Jace knew the answers, you wouldn’t have to help him, you thought reproachfully.

You did not rush to pay attention to your twin as you knelt beside your younger brothers Aegon, Viserys, and Joffrey. Instead, you focused on the youngest, Viserys. With great tenderness, you gathered him into your lap, the book Elinda brought for them cradled in your hands.

Leaning in close to your half-brother, you whispered. “I will teach you our mother tongue once you learn to speak,” as you lovingly smoothed the silky strands of his blonde hair.

“Drāñot. Drāñot,” your brother repeated, as if the meaning of Maester Gerardys’ words would magically appear in his mind.

“And made landing at the mouth of the Blackwater Rush,” you whispered under your breath so no one would hear, answering for him.

You and Jace were the same age, two bodies with one soul, yet different. You could have helped him more if Mother had not sent you away. You never understood why she separated you instead of betrothing you to Jace. She constantly danced around the notion of marrying for years, which was incomprehensible, seeing as the match was the only option that would make sense. You would rule together, and the realm wouldn’t have the same unrest they did with your mother.

“Perhaps that is enough for today,” your mother offered as Jace became increasingly frustrated with his inability to master High Valyrian.

“No!” He exclaimed ardently, holding his arm as if to stop the suggestion physically. “I-I want to keep going.”

You smirked and flipped the page in the picture book you showed Viserys as he babbled nonsensically, his tiny fists grasping the bound leather. As you touched his plump cheek, he smelled like tallow and lavender.

Your mother allowed Jace to proceed with the bob of her head as Maester Gerardys began again. “Guēsi ropakakson Āegon ūndas.”

“Aegon gave orders for the trees to be felled,” you responded as if the question was directed toward you. Your mother quickly snapped her violet eyes in warning. You were used to that look and continued to tend to the babe like nothing happened, as Jace answered with stutters.

“Aegon… ordered that the trees should be… killed,” he stated proudly. You released a puff of air through your nose that sounded like a laugh as Viserys took the tome with tiny, curious, grabby hands.

“Felled. ‘Tis a related word,” your mother gently corrected as she clasped her hands behind her sturdy back. “I don’t expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace.”

“A king should honor the traditions of his forebears,” your brother steadfastly declared as you turned with your brows raised, spine cracking.

“That sounds like something your sister would say,” your mother expressed with a slight tightness in her tone. Pursing your lips with guilt, you returned to Viserys, acting as if you weren’t paying attention.

That was precisely what you said to him before your lessons today.

“Unless you plan to depose your mother, you have plenty of time to study,” she teased with a grin like she always did, her happiness becoming contagious as you returned the look over your shoulder. Jace did not share the same enthusiasm as the chamber doors opened again, revealing that of your stepfather strolling down the steps.

You looked to Daemon grimly as he met your mother with a grave expression on his time-worn visage. She declared that you all leave the room as he entered without looking further at you and your siblings. Jace called the young Joffrey to follow him, and you and your mother’s lady took Aegon and Viserys. As you passed your stepfather, he brought his hand out, noiselessly ordering you to stop while handing your mother the sealed letter in his fingers. He traced a calloused knuckle over his son’s cheek and placed a kiss on his crown, purple orbs piercing your dark ones.

He knew of your distaste for him ever since he wed Rhaenyra mere days after your father’s death, refusing to leave your rooms unless necessary. While you never felt like the Velaryon side of your family liked you, they agreed with the unspoken sentiment that Daemon had something to do with your father’s death. You disagreed with the idea that your mother did. She loved your father in her way and, in your mind, wasn’t capable of plotting the murder of her children’s father.

You didn’t outright disrespect Daemon; after all, he was still a prince, but he would never be someone you looked up to or went to in times of strife. He would never be your father, not even as he irritatingly called you daughter and played with the new pearl and sapphire necklace your mother forced you to wear today—a gift from your stepfather.

You understood Daemon only did these things to irk you, refusing to play with the ruse like usual. With no sentences exchanged between you, the Rouge Prince sent you on your way with his offspring wrapped securely in your arms.

“Another raven from Dragonstone, Your Highness,” a Steward announced, holding a rolled piece of parchment sealed with a delicate blue ribbon.

The One-Eyed Prince sat in a green armchair by the hearth, seemingly unbothered, his lithe form in thought and leg crossed over the other. He did not move. His violet eye trained on the flickering orange and blue flames. No words of acknowledgment were said, and the servant placed the letter on the Prince’s foot table as he took a long sip from his goblet in hand.

You were always stubbornly loyal to whoever you cared for, and he thought it rather pathetic, especially when you still sought contact from him after you were met with uncaring silence.

On more than one occasion, his mother attempted to uncover what you said to him, Aemond discovering her rummaging through his writing desk drawers. He met her with an anger he had never felt before, as if she had stolen his most prized jewels.

The Prince told himself that he didn’t care if passersby discovered them. They were inconsequential items containing meaningless ink, and he thought they were a waste of paper until she almost found them. Although he loved his mother dearly, this was something that was Aemond’s, untainted by neither her nor his grandfather’s fingers.

He spent many hours pouring over the subjects you wrote as he battled with the urge to burn your writings, yet desiring to fly to Dragonstone atop the Mighty Vhagar and ensure the oaths you declared in the refined loops of your High Valyrian were indeed true. Aemond never did, only having gotten as close to Driftmark and spotted the glinting silver roof of High Tide before the suffocating feeling inside his chest took hold.

Blood, screams, and horror on your face as he clung to your chest before you crushed the childish hope of being different from the rest of them.

As the Prince grew, he found solace in places he never did before, frequenting the Keep’s gardens and Godswood with Helaena when he wasn’t on the training grounds. He was never fond of the outdoors, preferring the company of a good book curled next to a simmering fire, but he discovered that spending time in those areas brought a sense of contentment, though he was uncertain as to why.

Taking one last sip of his wine, Aemond sat his silver goblet and replaced it with the rolled parchment, licking the sticky remnants away from his lips as he untied the soft satin ribbon.

“Uncle Aemond, I hope this finds you in good health and spirits, as I cannot say the same for myself while writing this. I have overcome a recent bout of melancholia, as Maester Gerardys calls it, and now I’ve heard that Lord Corlys was gravely wounded during an ambush in the Stepstones. Insultingly, Ser Vaemond Velaryon has petitioned the Crown to declare him my Grandsire’s successor upon his passing. This infuriates me to no end. I know if my father were still alive, he would have protected him with his life, and we wouldn’t be having such a discussion. My younger brother will be the next Lord of the Tides since our father is gone. While we may disagree on specific lines of heritage, Luke is my father’s son, and I am his daughter. I find it ironic, however, that a place that haunts him, and you, he will now have to preside over. He shall be forever reminded of the great misdeed he infringed upon you, and I do find a sort of justice in it, but I would never dare to voice such a thing aloud. Luke is my brother, after all. I love him with all my being, but a part of me will never forgive him for what he did to you. I’m sure you feel the same. Mother said we would attend the petition to affirm my brother’s long-decided succession, but we both know the actual cause behind this. I do not enjoy discussing these matters. It boils my dragon blood whenever the false rumors surrounding my birth are brought up. Laenor Velaryon is my father and loved me as such. ‘Tis a fact that will never change no matter what lickspittles and gossipers claim. Oddly, despite its negative connotation and history, I eagerly await my arrival at the Red Keep. Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart and mind. I hope to see you in good health and that my recommendations for your eye, which I’ve mentioned in previous correspondence, have proven useful. Until we meet.”

Aemond did not know whether to throw your letter into the smoldering fire and watch the flames engulf the tan pages or to rip it into a dozen tiny pieces. He hated you. He loathed you with his entire being as he dangled the parchment over the orange and yellow embers, yet he could not will the rage in his heart to drop it as the heat burned his fist. Aemond welcomed the discomfort, the pain. He grew accustomed to and welcomed it until he felt the water beneath his flesh bubble.

You were no more than a dirty bastard, a daughter of a whore, yet you flaunted riches like a Targaryen princess, unbefitting of your actual status. Aemond did not want to see you ever again, lest it be you groveling on your knees for his forgiveness. It was you who broke the vows and betrayed him, choosing your filthy, Strong brothers over him. He would never forgive you, though seeing you knelt before him as your pretty tears decorated your plump cheeks would be a lovely sight. The Prince felt his cock impulsively swell at the image.

He abhorred you, yet Aemond meticulously placed your letter amidst a collection of others in an exquisitely crafted wooden lockbox adorned with intricate carvings of dragons. As he savored a deep gulp of wine, his gaze fixated on the flickering light evoked by your memories. It brought to mind the recollection of your unique grace, a quality that remained unmatched despite the countless attempts made by him and Aegon to find women of similar allure. The sharpness of his eldest brother’s words and the acrid scent of his breath lingered in his memory as Aegon leaned in on his thirteenth nameday.

“Worry not, brother. We’ll find one that looks like her for you. Time to get it wet.”

Without hesitating, he flung his drink into the fire, extinguishing its voracious flames.

The ground was cold beneath your fingers despite wearing gloves as you pruned the small plot in Aegon’s Garden. Budding crocus dotted the moist area with tiny bursts of purple petals and green stems, withstanding the late winter season. Spring was a moon away, but winter refused to release its clutch on the land, leaving the dirt to keep the frigid dampness that few things could grow in.

Aegon’s Garden was where you found yourself in strife, seeking peace and distraction in your passion. Now, with your mother’s nerves upon hearing that Ser Vaemond Velaryon decided to challenge the line of succession to the Driftwood throne, you felt the heavy burden of the future on your hunched shoulders. You felt bad about the whole situation, from your Grandsire Lord Corlys’s serious injury to the unspoken notion that Vaemond bringing this petition to the Crown was that Lucerys, and by extension, you and Jacaerys were illegitimate. The truth did not matter, not really. It was what those believed or those in power seats told those to think, and it was that you, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey were the offspring of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen.

As the King declared, you were next in line to the throne after your mother and Luke for Lord of the Tides after your Grandsire. His word was law, but it was no longer that of a King who sat on the throne but a Queen.

“You should be readying for the journey, Princess. Your mother wants to leave at first light,” Edwina, your most loyal lady, stated. She stood with her broad shoulders squared, hair tucked underneath her white maid’s cap, and hands clasped behind her back. Though she was barely a few years your senior, she acted as if she had decades.

You sighed, rolling your dark eyes in annoyance and sitting on your haunches. You supposed Edwina’s mothering was not unfounded, as your impulsiveness tended to lead you into regret. “I will not be joining my mother and Daemon on the ship. ’Tis much faster on dragon back,” you quipped.

“The Princess wants you all to arrive together,” your lady expressed, taking a few steps closer to show her seriousness.

“To show a united front. Yes, I know Edwina. I could not go,” you teased, smirking, removing your leather gloves finger by finger. “I have no love for the Red Keep, my extended family, or them for me.”

Edwina knew that was a lie. It was evident how she saw you pour over letters addressed to King’s Landing. The maid knew not who the intended recipient was, but there was someone who held a secret place in your heart. The Karstark often wondered if it was Aegon, seeing as a betrothal was whispered in the past, though that idea was quickly squashed after you had an uncharacteristic fit when she voiced it.

“I understand, Your Highness, but duty is sacrifice. Those of your standing must do things in service to your House and family that are against your wants. I do not envy that,” Edwina offered with a half smile of pity as the pair of you entered the benevolent brimstone walls of Dragonstone.

In response, you hummed, linking her strong arm in yours and lowering your head with a look mirrored hers. “This a small price to pay to live a life of privilege.”

The lady nodded in acquiescence as pictures of the poor folk in line for their food rations showed in your mind. Your travels gave you a perspective that your family did not have, forcing you to confront privileges you were unaware existed until they were thrown into your face. You held a sinking feeling inside when you thought of it for days after, guilt gnawing at your heart every time you were draped in lavish dresses of Velaryon blue and adorned with lavish jewels. It sparked you to grow your plot in Aegon’s Garden when you finally returned home and give to those less fortunate despite the odd looks your family gave you.

A similar heavy, sinking weight inside your gut returned as you thought of going to the Red Keep, seeing your uncles and Queen Alicent after what happened at Driftmark. Your guilt and shame felt as prominent as if you were the one who sliced into Aemond’s eye. You tried to reason that he deserved some form of punishment for hurting Baela, Rhaena, and your brothers, but it never worked. Your conscience was too steadfast to allow lies like that to blind you.

Your mother planned on staying in the Red Keep for a night to spend time with her father and to renew her place at court. There was no joy in your heart to learn of her plans as you chose what dresses and jewelry to wear before supper. Though King’s Landing was once your home, it no longer held the wonderous warmth that came with a place of rest. Childhood memories spent there did not come with a smile when you thought of them. Instead, misery came to mind with lingering stares from adults and Aegon and Aeomnd’s relentless teasing regarding your birth.

The cold, briny halls of Dragonstone were your home. Everyone loved you and your kin here, and there was no whispering behind silk fans wherever you went. The only gossip was if you would become with child before or after Princess Rhaenyra betrothed you and Jacaerys.

After you supped with your brothers, mother, and Daemon at night, you lay within thick furs that threatened to let the frigid midnight air in. When you woke to leave, the ground would dust with the crystalline covering of frost, and you knew how Gaeli despised the cold. He would fly at your command regardless, but you would undoubtedly feel his displeasure until he resided in the heat of the Dragonpit.

This petition felt like a dark cloud looming in the distance of a clear sky, promising its threat of a storm as you soared over Blackwater Bay. Despite your mother’s insistence that you ride on the ship with her because of her pregnancy, you choose to take Gaelithox across the water. In turn, that caused your brothers to want to take their dragons to King’s Landing and leave your mother to make the journey with only the comfort of her husband, which you were sure she didn’t mind.

It was customary for the family to make an entrance together and be greeted by the host’s kin, but when you emerged from the wheelhouse that took you from the Dragonpit, its dark caverns still the same, you were greeted by only guards. The lack of forethought and the apparent insult of the Green’s absence sent an icy feeling into your gut, causing you to itch at the skin beneath your black dress.

The gown was not your typical style choice, as it was your Velaryon blue and pearls, but your mother wanted you to wear one of your garments fashioned in the Targaryen colors of black and red with a golden linked belt and rubies to match. She planned to present a united front before the Court and the Greens and, without it said, further solidify her and your siblings’ legitimacy to the throne.

As you stepped out of the carriage with an encouraging inhale, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, along with the nursemaids carrying Aegon and Viserys, followed after a chill running through the air. You brought your fur-lined cloak closer to your goose flesh arms, shuddering as you observed the Red Keep in all its grandeur. It was as big as you remembered, looking at the tall pale red stone towers, windows, and colliers. You felt small, the unmistakable burn of tears under your eyelids, your nose beginning to run as memories from six years ago flashed inside your mind’s eye.

Luke and Jace came to stand behind you, taking note of your trembling lip and pink cheeks. The youngest of the two was filled with the same anxiety as you and quickly took his hand in yours—a united front. They did not know why you were shaking in your riding boots, squeezing Luke’s fist for comfort as Lord Caswell led your family inside the front gates.

While the red and black banners of House Targaryen were raised on the Keep’s walls, it seemed to be House Hightower that occupied the castle. The Seven-Pointed Star was everywhere you looked throughout the halls that once were Harold with the tapestries of flying dragons, riders bounding with their mounts, now those of the Seven, holy pictures of the Crone and her guiding light, the Maiden with her pure, ethereal beauty, and others of religious importance.

It reminded you of your time in the Citadel in Oldtown, the ancient seat of House Hightower, who aligned themselves closely with the Faith of the Seven. Your family’s relationship with the Septons and Septas was strife until the late King Maegor ruthlessly crushed the Faith Militant Uprising. However, during your stay, you heard whispers from passing Lords and Ladies that the animosity supposedly vanquished long ago was still there, simmering below their fear of House Targaryen and their dragons.

While the Seven did offer you something to soothe your soul in times of unease and explain unanswered things, it didn’t provide you consolation seeing it paraded around grotesquely in place of your House’s history. It churred the feeling of anxious dread in the pit of your stomach as your brothers eagerly left your side to explore the long-forgotten Red Keep.

“I would say it’s nice to be home, but I scarcely recognize it,” your mother said, a slight lilt to her melodic voice and sharing a knowing glance with Daemon.

You stood closely by her side, moist lips tucked in concern as you observed your stepfather’s butter smirk walking before the two of you. You and your mother stayed unmoving for another moment to allow the situation to settle. The abrupt raven, Lord Corlys gravely injured, Princess Rhaenys traveling to King’s Landing, Luke’s legitimacy loudly called to question all happening within a few days was more commotion than you had within the entirety of your stay at Dragonstone. It was a wonder you hadn’t plucked at the hairs of your Crown, your digits twitching and coming to scratch at your scalp.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in the air, unable to name the sensation as you turned to your mother, whose beautiful violet orbs were trained on a series of portraits of your kin. While your King grandsire, stepfather, mother, Queen Alicent, and her children were there, your siblings were not, leaving only the elegant, rectangular golden frame of your countenance in the places of your brothers. You felt your heart drop and glanced at your mother with wide, curious eyes.

This meant too many things. Not only was it an insult to your mother and siblings to have all but their pictures, but the fact that it was only you there out of the six of you. It was no doubt Queen Alicent’s doing as you forced yourself to swallow a lump in your throat. The tears you kept at bay reemerged as your fingers dug under your black mesh veil, rolling the fine dark hairs at the nape of your neck between the pads of your thumb and forefinger.

Swiftly, your mother took your wrist, soothingly rubbing your knuckles as she gave you a brief yet wistful smile. “Why don’t you find the Godswood, yes? I shall meet you there shortly.”

You bobbed your head stiffly, willing your tears and trepidations to quiet as you rubbed at your damp lashes. “Yes, Mother,” you responded in kind with a sniffle.

You found yourself within nature as you always did in times of strife, gazing up into the crimson leaves of a Weirwood, the soft rustle of branches reminding you of inaudible whispers. They were hard to make with the sky’s brightness, only to see the fuzzy outlines with the gray clouds, but they comforted you. The Old Gods watched you with their unseen eyes as your fingertips traced the rough bark grass crunching beneath your boots.

The Godswood was the only place within the Keep’s grounds that did not cause you significant stress, as only fond memories of your times with Helaena catching insects and playing games with Jace and Luke filled your mind. You had no desire to return to King’s Landing despite being away for so long. It felt as if no time could heal the irreparable wounds caused within these walls and the person who did it.

Many rumors spread throughout the realm and to your little island of Dragonstone from the smallfolk, whispering that Prince Aegon’s appetite for depravity did not curb after his marriage to Princess Helaena. The people said it increased tenfold as the Prince was spotted frequenting the gambling houses, brothels, and illegal fighting pits. It seemed fitting for your eldest uncle’s character to become the worst of something he was supposed to make the best of.

You could only think of the innocent children sired into this world without their mother’s consent and then put into the fighting pits so that Aegon and other highborns could have their entertainment. When you are Queen, you shall kill every man or woman who dares to share the same interests as your uncle. You would not willingly allow such depravity under your rule. No amount of coin from such establishments could be worth it to keep the economy afloat.

The soft crunching of late winter grass caused you to jump, tearing from your thoughts as you turned to see your grandmother, Princess Rhaenys. You bestowed her with a deep curtsy and smile, coming to greet her with open arms.

“Grandmother!” you called with unspoken joy in your tone. “Tis a pleasure to see you after so long.”

She extended a tight-lipped smile that looked like a grimace, and you felt deflated. “I wish I could share the same unwitting joy you do, seeing as my Lord Husband lays battling with the Stranger.”

You lowered your arms with chagrin and took a few paces back as you felt the sting of tears resurface. “Apologies, my lady. I did not mean for my joy at seeing my father’s mother to make light of the gravity this day brings.”

She chuckled wryly at your words, shaking her head as she looked to the Weirwood tree behind you. Following her gaze, you moved from her path as she took steps forward. There were so many things you wanted to say to her, to scream to her how much you loved your father and wished for those involved with his death to pay as you twirled his signet ring on your middle digit.

Princess Rhaenys looked to you in the serene noiselessness of the Godswood, the chill in the wind causing you to shiver, gaze drifting to where you worked the gold around your knuckle. She said nothing with her mouth. She needn’t, as you could see it written plainly in the deep wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes. The Princess felt the same but would never admit it aloud to a… bastard.

“I shall leave you in peace, Princess,” you bowed again, walking with less brightness into the Keep as you left the one person you could speak about your father to.

You felt like an imbecile for what you said, even though any grandparent should feel the same glee you did at their grandchildren’s arrival. A hot wave of embarrassment seared your insides, causing you to dig the heels of your palms into your eye sockets, ripping your veil off in anger. You didn’t care about the beautifully plated hair your ladies created, scraping your nails into your scalp to feel the threadlike texture of your bothersome strands that ached to be released as you ran blindly through the stone halls.

There had been times when Aemond had forgotten who you were, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, who your birth father was, and the sweet kisses you bestowed on him alone in his chambers. That is why he reasoned that he was surprised to see a woman grown and no longer a girlish figure with a short, flat torso and legs. Instead, it was a lady with the slope of your neck dripping with rubies and dragonglass barely hidden beneath the crevasse of your swelling bosom.

Your eyes were all he could think about from the moment you emerged from the second wheelhouse. A scared, almost dovelike look to them as he watched Luke and Jace come to your side.

Good, he thought. You all should be terrified. Yet he did not hold the same conviction as his stare drifted back to you.

The Prince thought you were so small and fragile from a distance as he observed you leave the Godswood, an arch to your dark brows that seemed to be in pain. He thought there should be nothing within your perfect ideal life to be so torn about and wanted to give you a reason to be upset. Aemond planned to spit all the vitriol he held within these six years as you rounded the corner, and yet, as Aemond held you within his bruising grasp, you stared at him with such fire beneath unshed tears.

The passageway Aemond cornered you into carried a chill seeping in from the outside as he saw your cheeks redden in ire. Your moist, plump lips slightly parted to breathe as he dug his blunt nails into your biceps. He felt his breeches become impossibly tighter as you swallowed, darting your pink tongue out in nervousness, much to his frustration.

Aemond was no longer the sun-kissed Prince with wide amethyst eyes full of light. His plush, boyish face had slimmed in the time lost and turned into one of hardened maturity with a sharp nose and chiseled jaw that came to a point with thin pink lips. His countenance resembled the statues you saw in Dorne as you felt his strong hands dig into your muscles like he wanted to tear at your essence. You felt your body weaken against your will, succumbing to the emotions you felt for your uncle in your youth, but resolved to stay firm against his intimidation. There were still hints of the Aemond you briefly knew in your childhood, the one that kept that night a secret still to this day.

“Unhand me, Aemond!” you spat as if he had swiped filth across your face, a deep wrinkle on your forehead.

Aemond wanted to laugh despite your seriousness as he pressed you further against the pale red stone wall, uncaring if Princess Rhaenys heard your cries. You dropped your headpiece in your struggles and attempted to retrieve it before your uncle’s piercing grip righted you again.

“Must I?” he quipped, his stomach churning with excitement as the familiar scent of citrus and something darker wafted into his nose. “You’re a strong lady. I’m certain you can overpower me.”

Aemond allowed his gaze to roam over your face as you scoffed with a squirm. He wanted you to be ugly, for you to become the personification of all the wrongs your family committed against him, to be the picture of the betrayal he felt for you choosing them over him on that dreadful night. Up close, he unwillingly realized you were what the smallfolk claimed you to be. The picture of the Maiden though he knew you were anything but. Aemond wondered what they would think should the people discover your true nature.

“You believe yourself a true Velaryon, do you not? The Old, the True, the Brave,” he asked, his voice low and menacing. His face was so close to yours that you could see the intricate stitchings of his brown leather eyepatch. You wondered if he wore his sapphire today. “Your hair is decorated with gold and pearls, fingers adorned with jewels, and wrapped in lavish dresses. Yet beneath all the decadence you wear, you are still nothing more than Strong.”

His insults meant nothing as you realize your uncle felt the same inner turmoil. Why else would he speak such prose of your being? He loathed and loved you in the same breath, something he fought to keep inside.

“Do not hide behind cruel words, Aemond. I see you as you are.” A delicate hand came to cup his marred cheek, the smooth pads of your fingers tenderly stroking the plunging indentation through his skin. You wished to get through to him, to tell him that despite the rift between your families, you cared for him. He could still be your Mors Martell.

The Prince felt himself crack, an unconscious twitch of his lip that he disguised as a sneer. Aemond felt a sensation he fought to keep at bay since he was disabled, struggling to hide the way memories from long ago clouded his mind. Instead, the Prince focused on how you inhaled a sharp breath when his hand left your arm and came to your face, jerking it towards his as Aemond lost your tender touch. He would swear upon his death that he saw your eyes dilate a fraction too much for it to be the shadow of the torchlight.

Wondering then if the rumors were true that you and your twin had a closer relationship, he brought his other fist to encircle your waist, trailing it down the back of your plump thigh until he forced it to wrap around his hip. A part of Aemond was sure you would scream for help as you did when he found you with Aegon, but no words escaped your moist lips.

“You hurt me, my light. Can I not simply bask in the presence of my long-lost dream?” he mocked and realized that he might have gone too far as he felt your body stiffen and face blanched. The expression on your visage reminded him of the times he saw wounded soldiers return from minor village uprisings, the bloodshed changing their perspectives.

The Prince understood that there was no returning from what he said, seeming to have flipped an unseen switch inside you at the mention of his mother’s petname for you. Your lips began to tremble on their own volition, and you abruptly noticed the striking resemblance between Aemond and his older brother. The most venomous expression you could muster curled onto your face, hiding your fright and not allowing him to hold power over you any longer.

“Don’t insult my intellect, Aemond. I know what disgusting thoughts play inside your mind, and they intimidate me for naught. You are more alike to Aegon than you allow,” you jeered. You knew what to say to wound him, to compare him to his wastrel of an older brother who raped innocent serving girls and his kin.

Unable to help your wandering eyes, you watched how your uncle’s pink tongue moved within his mouth, how the wetness glistened with the flick of his ire.

“And what of you?” Aemond rebuked. “You cannot simply only be close siblings. The dragon’s blood runs thick and even more so between twins.”

You were silent, leaving only the faint rustling of nature in the distance wrapped around the pair of you like a rope, tightening against your skin and pulling you and Aemond closer. Despite the frigid weather, it became hot, sweat collecting on your upper lip and nape. All Aemond could hear was the fierce rhythm of your breathing, his eye wandering down to the elegant necklace perched on your chest.

“You spout baseless, vile accusations of your kin that have made lesser men lose their lives,” you rebuked, fists coming to clutch at his jerkin and wrapping your digits in the green leather as if you meant to fight him.

“Perhaps,” he breathed with an air of superiority, “but I don’t believe it to be treason to question your morals,” he replied coolly, his light brow quirking with his tone of practiced impassivity.

The Prince was stunned into silence when your tiny, delicate palm echoed off his marred cheek. It was not the force that shocked him, but rather the notion that you did it despite the threat of violence.

For a brief moment, white, hot pain seared at his left temple and into his skull as he turned to you and saw an expression of regret. Aemond felt the heat on his cheek and smirked. He knew you intended to hurt him by striking him on his injured side and now understood how to cripple you as Luke did him. It would always be your beloved family—your weakness.

The lamb bit as fiercely as the wolf, Aemond mused. You may not be as frail as he thought.

Excitement curled the Prince’s toes at the whimper that escaped your lips as he used his strength around your throat, perfectly styled hair fraying on the stone. Your once flat irises now burst with life as they darted across Aemond’s lean form in brief terror, a proud grin wrinkling his eyes.

“You ignorant bitch,” he declared, pressing himself closer, his hand firm around you despite attempting to pry them off. His other limb reached down, shifting you to the tips of your toes as he dropped your leg. Though fruitless, he reveled in the terror that washed over your features as you attempted to fight him. He wouldn’t dishonor you, but all that mattered was that you did not.

Aemond felt disgusted at his actions, believing for a moment that you were right about him, that he was indeed the same as Aegon, yet in different colored clothes.

“I’ll scream. Just as I did that night.”

“Then do it and let the whole Keep think worse of you,” the Prince mocked, bearing his white teeth. “I shall say it was you who seduced me, and who will they believe? The King’s second son or the bastard daughter who fucks her brother?”

He could feel your humid breath against his face, fanning the spot where you had struck him. Aemond stared at this vicious yet adored creature in his grip as he concealed his insecurities with the intimating tilt of his head as if examining a new book. His violet eye traced the ink, waiting for your next move. The Prince would have you think him to be Aegon if it meant fucking his spend into you no matter how undeserving you were of it. Perhaps you would finally see what the true seed of a dragon looks like. Aemond grinned with his unspoken words and felt satisfaction with the anger he stoked in your eyes.

“You will let me go. Now,” you demanded, pushing against your uncle as you struggled for purchase.

“And then what will you do? Run? Men in King’s Landing are not as kind as I when they see a distressed lady.” Your jaw ached, feeling like a rabbit cornered by a fox as a familiar and unwelcomed primal warmth blossomed between your thighs.

You wanted to threaten him, to say that you would feed Aemond to your dragon or poison him in his sleep, but nothing came to mind besides the smell of too-sweet wine and the taste of dried dates. Memories came from that night, as you felt yourself becoming faint, the will to fight to leave you just as it did with Aegon as powerless tears welled on your lashes. You were a fool to think Aemond would see past his injustice for the sake of the past and resign yourself to whatever fate he chooses for you.

There was no point in fighting. Once again, you were at the mercy of your uncle, and you only prayed that this one would be gentle.

The Prince no longer felt proud of his actions as he watched your body recoil into itself. There was something in your eyes that Aemond couldn’t name as he looked between them, feeling himself slowly pulled into their depths as he did the night after Aegon. The Prince wasn’t going to hurt you, not really. He was young and foolish, but not to the extent that he would commit an act of one of the highest sins.

As if the mother herself took mercy on you, the soft murmur of voices down the hall echoed into your and Aemond’s ears. You could not hide your smirk as he stared into you with a deep scowl on his porcelain face. Whatever plans he had, they crumbled like dead leaves underneath your boots as your mother and step-sister came. Taking his momentary distraction to your advantage, you shoved against the hardened planes of his chest, your sudden rush of strength knocking Aemond off balance as you retrieved your forgotten headpiece.

Soon, they came into view, their destination no doubt being that of the Godswood as you fixed your disrupted attire. You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your plump cheeks as you saw your uncle’s scowl, taking a few paces to reach them. You seemed the proper princess to the outside, greeting them with a quick embrace and your chin high.

Rhaena acted like Aemond wasn’t there. Only the uncomfortable shift of her shoulders revealed she noticed him while your mother extended a short but polite acknowledgment before he stalked away without proper dismissal.

“What did he do to you?” your step-sister pointedly questioned, scanning your form for any injury.

You looked at her in what you hoped was a confused yet grateful expression and not one of guilt. “Prince Aemond merely wanted to make amends for the lack of presence at our arrival. I do not believe him to be sincere.”

Your mother smirked her delicate peony lips, releasing a scoff of disbelief as she shook her styled hair. She closed the space between you and tenderly grasped your shoulders as she scanned your form for injury.

“Do not let them get to you. They seek only pride and glory,” your mother declared steadfastly, a vibrancy you had never seen before in her amethyst eyes.

Nodding in acquiescence, you extended another brief embrace before you excused yourself, wanting nothing more than for this day to end as you went to search for your brothers.

You needed Jace—to feel the comfort only your twin could give after facing the scars of the past. Before reaching your destination, you felt an iron-like grip across your upper arm, pulling you into a secluded alcove. You feared the worst, that someone planned to harm you and that your last words to your mother would be lies.

“You are quick, niece,” Aemond whispered haughty into your ear, causing you to drop your headpiece in fright, “but that quickness will do you no good in King’s Landing. Your whore mother has no hold here.”

Just as quickly as your uncle took you, he released you with a shove. You wanted to bite with some clever or witty remark but thought of none. Tears of embarrassed frustration welled in your eyes as you spun on your heel, ignoring the tickle on your wrist like something had touched it.

As Aemond watched your womanly form retreat, dark eyes trailing over your curves, he did not feel the satisfaction he believed the interaction would create, spotting your discarded veil on the flagstone floor. He stared at it for a long moment, tracing the intricately sewn beads as he picked it up.

Unsure of what came over him, he brought it to his nose, the scent of citrus flooding his senses and into the blood that engorged his cock. He was able to appreciate the feminine quality of your fragrance fully. Your aroma was refreshing and rounded, sweet but complex and deep simultaneously, similar to the limes that garnished drinks during the Keep’s summer gatherings, but with floral, herbal, and resinous undertones.

With a guttural noise, the Prince tightened his grip on the headpiece, channeling all his hatred towards your family into his clenched fist and tucked it into his jerkin. He swiftly went to the training session with Cole, hoping the knight wouldn’t see through his façade before witnessing the impending downfall he believed your family deserved.

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~Wild enemies turned lovers~ A Jacaerys Velaryon love story Cowboy AU

Chapter 1

Summary: you and Jace were enemies, no one could get you guys to get along. so when you guys are forced to work together on your mother's farm for a summer, burning hatred turns into passionate love...

Pairing: cowboy!Jacaerys x cowgirl!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: lots of sadness and angst, Jace being a tiny asshole, aemond being a good friend, daemon being the reader's fav as he should, and lots of cussing yayy! smut in future chapters, fluff at the end kind of, mentions of death, arguing, let me know if I missed anything! enjoyyyy!

A/N: heyyyy... how y'all doin'.... so look I know I have other stuff to work on but I just couldn't resist y'all know me! so this is dedicated to a lovely girl @coral021 so I hope you like it and it suits your liking, this will be a series btw!

You felt as though you and Jace were supposed to be enemies since the womb.

Jace was always so stuck up and such a know it all while you were more reserved and chose to hide in the shadows.

yes you were outgoing and loved riding your horse around the farm, but you also didn't like a lot of human interaction with others you didn't know.

you were reserved and introverted that way. you liked to tend to the farm animals and do chores, stuff normal people wouldn't exactly enjoy doing.

but when you put those headphones on, you were in a whole other world. a world that Jace always loved to mess up when he and his family came to visit.

It was currently 2:55pm when Jace and his family arrived. It was Daemon, your favorite. Aemond and Aegon, Lucerys, Joffery, and Rhaenyra.

you spotted them from the barn as you were feeding the pigs. you finished tidying up in the barn when your twin sister comes running towards you.

your sister was your best friend, she was the only one who you felt actually understood you.

"There here!" she says with a giddy smile. "yea I caught that, you seem a wee bit too excited, I wonder why." you say your southern drawl coming in strong.

"oh stop it! you know he doesn't like me back, it's just a tiny crush anyway. to be honest I think he takes a liking to you." she says as you both walk hand in hand.

she had the biggest crush on aemond. he showed signs that he didn't like her back but to be honest your sister could never truly stay hooked on one man.

when you guys were 12 she had a crush on jace but when you guys were 15 she obtained a crush on aegon.

"you know how you get around him, I just don't want him hurting your feelings, you know how mean they are, and besides your too sweet for him anyway. and I highly doubt he wants me," you say smiling at her as you rub your nose with hers.

she was the joy and happiness that you don't have. you weren't exactly depressed but you weren't exactly happy either, being the oldest by 5 minutes meant more pressure on you then her.

but she was still able to put a smile on your face as always. you havent been the best, especially since dad died. it's been rough on everyone but daisy doesn't show it as much. tyring to stay happy for everyone.

(gonna name her daisy btw you can use it if not thats ok too)

you eventually just shut everyone out except her. your older brother, your mom, your friends, even other family members.

"you think mom's gonna tell em? that dad's dead?" daisy asks you. you sigh and look at your house up ahead.

"maybe, they are like family and daemon really did like our dad so maybe?" you say honestly. you weren't sure.

your mom hasn't left the house in months. he recently died and you guys had the funeral a few months ago.

she hasn't moved from the house and you and daisy were constantly trying to coax her to help out.

so instead of getting up to help she calls the Targaryen family over to help for the entire summer.

now to anyone that sounds amazing. to you, it was a nightmare because of the sleep schedule, the trouble you'd have to endure, and the endless amounts of teasing and annoyance from Jace.

"I like your outfit btw but you might wanna change, and shower. you smell like mud and pigs." she says snickering.

you had on a white t-shirt with blue overalls and a cowgirl hat on to keep the heat from out of your eyes along with your handy dandy cowgirl boots.

"yea yea, I know. but not before i do this!" you exclaim before rubbing your hands all on her arms and rubbing your cheek on her cheek.

"ewwwwwww! gross! whyyyy mee!" Daisy yells out as she runs away from you. you quickly follow after her you catch a glimpse of the four boys staring at you guys. your older brother, aemond, aegon, and jace.

"ok ok! I surrender. I give up, come on daisy I won't do anything, promise!" you yell out at her.

she laughs and puts both her thumbs up before making her way back to you.

you both walk up the porch steps towards the front door when your met with your older brothers gaze.

"Where have you two been? Mom was looking for you both to greet the Targaryens." he says with a stern gaze.

"doing the work you should have been doing. that's where I was." you say with a bit of venom behind it.

"well I was busy. you know taking care of mom." he says. you roll your eyes and so does daisy.

"bullshit Tyler, I was taking care of mom while you were out fucking some girl." daisy announces.

"oh wow, but what the hell was all that talk about how you care for mom's mental health and how you needed to now step up and be the "man" of the house and take care of mom?" you question, restating what he said the day after the funeral.

"I meant that. I'm doing that, I'm putting in more work than you." he says with his chest puffed out.

"Yea tell her." Jace whispers.

'Oh.' you saw what was going on here, Tyler wanted to act all tough and big and bad because they were here. well, you were gonna show your brother just how pathetic he is.

you glare at the boys behind him and then look at your brother again.

"hey by the way, tell that girl, what was her name again, cat? yea did you ever tell her that you had chlamydia and might have given it to her? yea did you tell her that you got it from her sister? well, that's too bad cause I uhm already told her. she's on her way here shortly so that'll be a fun conversation." you say with a smile.

"let's go daisy," you say before walking towards the door. "Oh by the way welcome back boys," you say with an insincere smile on your face before pushing the door to your household open and walking in.

you hear the muffled conversation and you smile knowing that there questioning your brother and his sexual acts and the fact that he just let me punk him.

"that was just cruel but well deserved." daisy says with a giggle. you smile at her and laugh too.

"Hi, Rhaenyra." you greet as you see her and your mom talking at the dining table.

"Hello girls, always a pleasure to see you guys." she says with that warm smile on her face.

sometimes you wished she was your mom instead of your actual mom because Rhaenyra actually understood you, unlike your mom.

"I would hug you but i'm covered in mud and hay, lemme go clean up yea?" you say to her with a smile.

she smiles and nods with understanding and you walk up the stairs towards your room.

you grab a little white sundress with yellow flowers on it. you grab some panties and a bra as well and walk towards your bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

It was currently 7:45 when you finally left your room after your daily reading routine, you got out of the shower a while ago and your ready for dinner.

"Hey! Come downstairs loser, dinner is ready, and Daemons asking for you." daisy says bursting into your room.

"hey, one I'm not a loser and two you had me at Daemon's name," you say excitingly as you rush downstairs with her.

you see Daemon's white hair and his black cowboy hat and sneak up behind him and jump on his back.

"RAHHHH!" You yell out as he twirls you around with his hands on your legs holding you there.

"There she is! How's my special girl." he says with a smile on his face. you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I'm doing pretty good old man, how are you?" you say laughing when he drops you off him at calling him an old man.

"well I was doing good until that statement child." he says rolling his eyes playfully.

you laugh at him and shove him with your shoulder snatching his hat off his head and putting it on yours. You stand next to him listening to him talk about his time here in the last hour or so and you smile.

your deep in his conversation when Lucerys runs to you with Joffery.

"Hey guys! Omg! Luke you're getting taller dude and Joffery last time I saw you, you were like this short." you say shrinking your hand a bit.

"Hey guess what i'm 7 now! and Luke is 13!" he says proudly. you smile at them and high five the both of them.

"well ain't that something nice," you say roughing up Luke's hair. "Alright, boys why don't you go and find some seats, dinners ready."

they both nod and go find a seat. you smile and bid him a farewell while you go and find a seat next to your sister.

"Hey sissy." you say with a smile. "hey loser." she says with a smirk. you kick her foot and she laughs.

"girls. no playing at the table you know that." your mom says for the first time today.

"but dad never had a problem with it." daisy says in protest. you roll your eyes not even bothering to put up a fight with her.

"Yeah well he's dead isn't he, so whatever I say goes," she says sternly making everyone at the table go silent.

"yea well you haven't done anything around here anyway so what's the point." you whisper under your breath.

"I'm sorry, did you have something you wanted to share with the family?" she says with that aggression and attitude in her tone.

"Miranda don't," Rhaenyra warns.

"No its fine. Yea I do have something to share." you say putting your fork down losing your appetite.

"Here we go again." Tyler says rolling his eyes.

"You have not moved from your room in months. you have done nothing to help with the farm, you just sit around and sulk in the coldness of your room. Daisy has coaxed you to start eating properly, I have stepped up and cooked and helped take care of the fucking animals you and Dad raised when we were babies. and yet, whatever you say is supposed to go? yea, mom that makes total sense coming from a woman who couldn't even go buy fucking groceries for the goddamn house." you say out of anger.

"please don't do this, not again bro," Tyler says.

"No.. no Tyler you have no right to talk. your last words to dad were that you fucking hated him and wished he wasn't alive anymore. and for what? all because he wouldn't let you sneak some fucking whore in the house?" you say angrily with tears streaming down your face.

"You wanna act like the man of the house so bad but you couldn't even make the real man in the house proud. I blame you for his death, every single fucking day. I hate you Tyler, and I hate you Mom because you act like it's nothing. You don't check on your kids, you don't comfort Daisy at night when she wakes up crying and calling out for Dad. you do nothing. and whatever you say goes right?" you yell at Tyler and your mom.

your full-on crying now.

"I can't even look at you anymore," you say finally before looking away from them both and silently crying.

"sorry to ruin this wonderful dinner that Daisy cooked. and I'm sorry Rhaenyra and Daemon and everyone else for making you uncomfortable. I'm fine now." you say calmly.

"darling, it's totally fine. I can tell you needed to let that out." Rhaenyra says with a smile on her face.

"You just ruin everything don't you, no wonder Tyler never wants you around either," Jace says under his breath.

"what the fuck did you just say?!" you yell at jace.

"Man come on don't make her angry," Tyler says.

"JACAERYS VELARYON!" Rhaenyra yells making everyone silent at the table.

"you have no right... no right to say that. out of all people you should understand as you lost your father, don't you start with this family, and put them through more hell." she exclaims.

"I've lost my appetite, i'll eat it later daisy. I'm sorry." you say before running out of the house and running towards the barn.

"why couldn't you just stay quiet like you always are Mom? I made a n-nice dinner and you ruined it. You too Tyler and you Jace. you guys know better but you act fucking childish anyway!" Daisy says with tears in her eyes as she runs to her room.

"I'll go find her, Aegon you go after Daisy. don't worry, we'll fix this." Aemond says.

you're sitting on the bench by the coupe of chickens when you hear rustling behind you.

"go away Tyler! I don't want you here right no-"

"Not Tyler," Aemond announces interrupting your sentence.

you turn around and see aemond standing there with his hands in his pocket.

"come to tease me like Jace does? if so I'm not in the mood," you say sitting back down to feed the chickens.

"actually i'm here to comfort you. see I lost my dad too so I know how you feel. My dad may not have died like yours did but I lost mine and I'm at least civil enough to know that, that shit isn't something to make fun of." aemond says as he sits next to you.

"Yea, it's not," you say throwing more food for the chickens. you glance at him and he's staring right back at you.

"you know I don't hate him, not really." you say with a slight smile on your face.

"who Tyler?" he asks.

"nope, not him no I hate him with my life. I mean Jace. I never hated him. He just started hating on me from the jump so I just went along with it. But it's getting exhausting. were both adults now, were 18, why can't he just act more mature." you say looking at the stars in the sky.

"I don't know, I'm never really around my niece all that well but maybe he likes you. You know, arguing and pretending to hate someone for no reason at all is a sign that they like you but are trying to hide their feelings deep down."

"Oh shut up!" you say shoving him and laughing.

"Just saying," he says with a smile. you smile back at him remembering how fun and nice Aemond really was. when you guys were alone at least.

"by the way you gotta stop bullying Luke, he's 13, and you're 19. get it together bro," you say sternly locking eyes with him.

"yea yea I will." he says smiling at you. you smile back and stare at him.

for a moment it felt as though time had stopped. you both stare at each other before Aemond's smile fades and he leans a little closer to you.

he leans closer and closer until he's near your ear. "we should probably get back, daemons calling." he whispers.

"oh uhm-" you clear your throat. "yeah w-we should. thanks aemond, I really needed this talk." you say with a smile before hugging him.

"no problem." he says hugging you back as he rests his head on yours.

you both walk back engaged in conversation again about his love life. of course, he didn't have a girlfriend. you're gonna have to tell that to Daisy, maybe another night...not tonight.

then out of the blue, Jace pops up in your mind and you speak before your mind can tell you to shut up.

"D-does Jace have a girlfriend by any chance?" you ask keeping your head straight, not daring to look at Aemond's amused face and teasing smirk.

"no...he doesn't. why, are you interested?" he asks nudging you a bit as he chuckles with amusement.

,"No, not at all. Just curious is all." you say with a little giggle. you both make it back to the house and are greeted with Rhaenyra and Daemon's lovely faces.

they thank you that you came back and thank Aemond for bringing you back.

you smile at them and bid the three a goodbye. you try to make your way up the stairs but the sound of Jace's voice stops you.

"Hey, wait," he says walking to catch you quick enough. you turn around with an emotionless expression as you really don't want to speak to him.

"look I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that when I know your clearly hurting. I know what it's like to lose your father or someone close to you. I shouldn't have been such an asshole and I'm really sorry. If you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would really appreciate it." he says with a serious face.

you saw past the serious facade though. there was something in his eyes, a look of not only a feeling of apologetics but of sincerity too, and passion and remorse.

a look that you can forgive.

"I forgive you Jace. I am really tired now so, goodnight." you smile at him and give him a light hug.

he hugs you back as his eyes widen. you've never shown him affection like this and neither has he so this... this was new.

"goodnight, i'll see you tomorrow then. my mom told me to help you with whatever chores you need help with," he says.

"oh ok, well then see ya tomorrow Jace." you say as you turn on your heel to make your way towards the stairs and go to your room.

you didn't quite know what tomorrow would hold for you but you prayed it wasn't Jace being an asshole.

if only you knew how much tomorrow was going to be hell for you...

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mypearlsareclutched · 3 months ago

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It's So Surreal

High By The Beach | Chapter Five

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

Running away together, Aegon and Mila traverse their newfound friendship. Two ex-addicts with unresolved tension, in a beach front summer house, all alone... oh, the possibilities....

Yuh let's get into it!! Finally we're at the beach, I've been edging y'all with the title but nOW IT MAKES SENSE! x

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Sexual Content (MDNI, 18+), oral (f receiving), drinking, smoking fags and also the devil's lettuce, Aegon being the best sponsor, Aemond returns to the fic, beach vibes, song references

Word count | 4.1k

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When Aegon said he knew a place they could go, he was of course referring to the Hightower's disused beach house on the coast of Old Town.

As they drove towards the edge of Kings Landing, Aegon talked softly about the beach house. While a lot of Alicent and Otto's side of the family lived in the main city of Old Town, Aegon's uncle Gwayne had been a bit of a player in his youth, using the family's beach house as his bachelor pad. He continued to live there into adulthood, and raised Daeron there when Alicent begged him to care for her youngest.

Gwayne had since gotten into a serious relationship with a woman from the Iron Islands, and had moved to live with her once Daeron moved out and went to university. The beach house had been empty ever since.

The perfect escape, Aegon said.

Mila fell asleep listening to him talk, her head leaning against the window, Aegon's soft voice her lullaby, accompanied by the ancient radio playing 'Cherry-Coloured Funk' by the Cocteau Twins.

Jace sits on one of Dragonstone's many balconies, legs swinging childishly as he takes a hit from a spliff. The early morning wind ruffles his hair, seagulls chattering excitedly.

Laenor had left for a business trip, and after seeing him off, the Velaryon family had went off to their own corners of the estate to go about their own tasks. Since he didn't need to be in Kings Landing till next monday, Jace was happy to self-medicate and stare longingly off into the distance, imagining he's Tom Cruise in Top Gunn.

A smooth engine hums nearby, and Jace squints down at the road leading to Dragonstone. An expensive car drives through the porte-cochère, parking haphazardly. Jace's eyes widen as a tall, blonde man exits it, his eye patch sharply contrasting his otherwise pale and vampiric appearece.

"Ah fuck..." Jace sighs, swinging his legs over the railing to rush back inside.

He runs through the long and winding corridors of his family home, making a beeline for his mother's office. Rhaenyra barely looks up when her eldest son crashes through the double doors, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she looks over piles of documents

"Mum-!" Jace exclaims, rushing to his mother's desk.

"That better not be a joint in your hand." Rhaenyra says as she looks up at him from over the rim of her reading glasses.

"What? Oh." Jace tentatively places the smoking spliff on top of Rhaenyra's desk, "Aemond's here."

"What-?"

The office doors burst open, and Aemond Targaryen charges forward with the rage of an oncoming storm. Rhaenyra narrows her eyes, already unnerved.

"Where is she?" Aemond demands as he reaches Rhaenyra's desk, his voice cold and his stare even colder.

"I don't know what you are talking about, dear brother." Rhaenyra sighs, taking off her glasses and glaring at Aemond.

"My mother said you walked her out of the hospital. She hasn't returned home, she's not answering my calls, no-one has seen her. Where. Is. She?" Aemond's voice grows icier as he goes on, his chest rising and falling with barely contained anger as his lone eye pierces into Rhaenyra's, as if he could see her thoughts if he looked hard enough.

"She's somewhere safe." Rhaenyra states, "That is all you need to know-"

Aemond slams his hand atop the table, sending various pens clattering onto the floor. Jace flinches before regaining his composure, trying to seem as relaxed as his mother.

"You better check yourself, one-eye-" He starts, as Aemond whirls around and points a finger at him.

"Bite your fucking tongue, runt!" The blonde bites.

"Now how about we all just calm down..." Rhaenyra states, walking around her desk to stand in between the two.

"I deserve to know where she is. She's my fucking girlfriend!" Aemond yells, voice echoing around the office.

"Not anymore, she's not." Rhaenyra spits.

Aemond's face drops, and he stiffens. He stares down at his half-sister, who holds his glare with a steely one of her own. Jace stands awkwardly, looking between them with furrowed brows.

With a roll of his eyes and a twitch of his nose, Aemond breaks the staring contest first.

"This isn't over." He sneers, turning on his heel and storming back out of the office, like a tornado heading towards the next city to demolish.

Rhaenyra exhales, walking back around her desk and falling into her chair.

"It's nine in the morning, can our family at least wait until midday to create a civil war."

"Clearly not." Jace sighs and sits atop the desk, watching the door in case Aemond decides on a round two. His phone rings loudly, causing both Jace and Rhaenyra to jump. Pulling out the offending device, Jace frowns at the name on screen.

"Cregan? What's wrong?" Jace listens to his friends frantic voice, lips pressing into a thin line before pulling the phone from his ear, "Mila's gone missing."

"Seven hells." Rhaenyra picks up Jace's abandoned joint, taking a hit.

Mila startles awake as the car swerves violently, a car honks and Aegon tells them to stick their car horn where the sun doesn't shine. Seeing Mila wake up, Aegon winces.

"Sorry, sorry!" Aegon laughs, "Haven't driven in a while."

Humming, Mila stretches, looking around at the world outside their care. Their crossing over a bridge, a wide lake beneath them.

"Where are we?" She asks, looking at the water with a small smile.

"We just passed Highgarden, heading over to Brightwater."

"I've never been here before." Mila sighs, opening the window to let the air into the car, "Furthest I've been west is Silverhill."

"What the hells were you doing in Silverhill?" Aegon laughs.

"Same thing I've always been doing." Mila smiles bitterly, "Partying, drinking, snorting stuff."

"A girl after my own heart." The Targaryen smirks, but his face falls as he sees Mila's saddened eyes, "I'm guessing these aren't fond memories?"

"None of them really are." She comments, fiddling with a loose piece of thread from Aegon's coat.

The car is silent for a moment, the wind whistles from the open window, a seagull caws from the distance. Mila keeps her lips pressed together, but Aegon clears his throat.

"Keep talking." Aegon says softly, and Mila looks over at him with a raised eyebrow, "I mean it. I like listening to you speak. And you've got a lot to get off your chest."

"You don't want to hear me complain about my sorry life, Aegon."

"Well it's a hell of a lot better than listening to this one Cocteau Twins CV this car has got." Aegon groans, "Seriously, this car is so old all we can listen to is CD's... I've listened to Heaven or Last Vegas about fifty times today."

"Okay, okay..." Mila laughs, sticking her hand out the car window to feel the breeze, "Where should I start?"

"The beginning is always a good place."

"Yeah, I'm sure it is..." She chuckles, "Okay. So..."

Aegon was a good listener.

Mila told him all about her past. From the months after her parents passed, to her friendships with his cousins, to her crazy years of partying and drinking and sniffing and snorting. She even told him all about how she met Aemond, leaving out their rendezvous in the bathroom. Aegon barely said a word, and Mila had to check him occasionally to make sure he had not fallen asleep at the wheel. He had never been so quiet before.

The bridge and river turned into forests into fields into the city of Old Town, and Mila realised she hadn't felt so calm in years. Well, calm while being sober, at least.

On multiple occasions, mostly when they had to stop at a red light, Mila noticed Aegon watching her. He rested his head against the headrest, looking at her through his long lashes, a small smile on his lips.

"And then I found out that Cregan and Rhaena were seeing each other. I got so upset, because what nineteen year old wants their brother dating their best friend? Like, oh great, when we go out, my brother's going to be coming too? We had this massive argument... What are you staring at?" Mila laughs, giving Aegon a look as he stares at her. He gives her a dopey grin, shrugging before looking back at the road ahead, "Weirdo."

"Shush, I'm driving."

"Fine, I'll shush."

"No, keep talking." Aegon insists, "So did you and Rhaena fight? Like, fistacuffs? Did you invite her for a duel?"

"Yeah, we fenced." Mila nudges him, and he laughs.

"Hey, we need to stop and fill the car up. And you should probably get some clothes that don't make you look like a hooker who charges five quid for a blowjob."

"You're such a charmer."

The service station they stopped at was surprisingly huge, and Aegon was surprisingly excited to stop and look around. The man was practically giddy when he pulled up, because 'they have a gift shop'.

Capitalism wins again.

A man pumping petrol into his car gives them a strange look. Mila realised they probably looked a right pair, with her skimpy dress and big coat and his pyjamas and neon crocs.

"Should we get this?" Aegon says as he looks around a techno section. He points to a pay-as-you-go, retro looking flip phone. Drug dealer chic. Mila gives him a look.

"A pay as you go?" She chuckles, "Are we on the run from the government?"

"Hells, I might be on some kind of watchlist." Aegon muses, looking down at the phone with furrowed brows, "I'm definitely not allowed in any universities, or any pubs on the Iron Islands. Or the Vale."

"Where in the Vale?"

"The Vale. All of it." Aegon grimaces.

Mila shakes her head, looking to the tiny clothes shop next to a Waterstones, "I'm going to go grab some simple clothes and change."

"Alright. I'll be in the at the claw machine."

"Are you twelve?"

"Inches, yeah." Aegon winks and saunters off.

Inside the clothes shop, Mila found a soft, mens hoodie which was too big for her, a white tank top and a black maxi skirt. Flinging them on, she went off in search of Aegon. She saw him in the gift shop, trying on a pair of novelty sunglasses. The shape of a bikini clad rack, classy.

Mila rolled her eyes affectionately, looking around the various keychains and knick knacks that ranged from silhouettes of tall towers to sea views, all having puns in regards to the Reach. 'Highgarden says 'Hi'' 'You're older than Oldtown'. 'I went to Tumbleton and all I got was this lousy keychain'. Mila ran her fingers through them, the metal jingles as they crash together.

"Hey." Aegon greets, walking over with two pairs of sunglasses, "Do you prefer the tits or the alien eyes? You look nice by the way."

"Alien eyes. If you wear the tits to the beach you'll be put on another register." Mila jokes, "And thanks, this is part two of my 'walk of shame' collection."

"Would it be crazy if I said I prefer this one?"

"You really are reformed." Mila smiles, and he offers her his elbow as they head over to purchase Aegon's alien sunglasses.

They get back into the car as it begins to rain again. Mila sighs, wrapping Aegon's coat around herself before she looks over at the man and gasps, "Aegon I still have your coat!"

"...Yeah?" He laughs, unlocking the car.

"Well, it's raining. You're in a sleeping gown! You should have this back."

"Absolutely not." Aegon rolls his eyes, a smile on his lips, "It looks better on you anyway." As he gets in the car without another word, Mila wraps the coat around herself happily.

Wrapped up in the warm coat, with the Cocteau Twins playing softly, Mila falls asleep immediately.

Aemond was lucky Rhaena had a terrible poker face. When he stormed into their recording studio, he internally breathed a sigh of relief at only finding Rhaena and not her sister.

The younger woman stared at him with wide eyes from her perch atop a leather seat, eyebrows raised as her fingers pause playing her guitar.

"Mila." Aemond asks simply, an eyebrow raised, "Where is she? Now."

"I have no idea." Rhaena lies, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"Yes you do."

"Yes I do." She sighs, putting her guitar down and standing from her seat.

"Where is she?" Demands Aemond, taking a dangerous step towards her. Rhaena's eyes widen, and she takes a step back.

"Look, you really can't go and see her. She's not doing well and the place she's in won't allow people who aren't family to go and visit, and you'll really mess up her treatment if you go-"

"So she's at rehab?"

"...Shit!" Rhaena bites her lip, pressing a finger to it, shaking her head, "No, no she's not. Why would you think that? She's somewhere else."

"Which facility is she at?" Aemond asks with another menacing footstep.

"None! I swear she's nowhere." Rhaena insists with another step back.

"Nowhere?"

"Nowhere! Like, nowhere at all. Like, honestly." Rhaena gnaws her lip, face contorting as she tries to think of a lie. "You haven't gone to see your brother lately, have you?"

Aemond's eyebrows furrow, "Why?"

"Wait, no reason! Actually you should never visit your brother, like ever again. Please don't."

Aemond growls, turning on his heel and rushing back out, ignoring Rhaena's calls to stop. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was getting his girlfriend from that damned facility that has done nothing for his delinquent brother.

Weirwood was a strange looking building. Surrounded by strange trees, housing strange people.

Aemond grimaced as he looked up at it briefly, fragments of memories appearing before his eye. Dragging Aegon by the scruff of his neck like a kitten up the stairs, practically tossing him at the woman at the front desk, storming back out with Aegon's deranged giggles following him.

And now, his Mila is here.

And all because of you, a voice whispers to him inside his head. It sounds like Otto, his own guilt manifested like Jiminy fucking Cricket. Gods you really are a screw up. You should be in here, instead of her. For your addiction to messing things up.

The doors burst open as Aemond storms through them, earning a few confused look from various staff and patients. He's too focused to care.

The woman at the front desk glares as he approaches, practically snarling, but his eyes are focused on a blonde woman standing next to her.

"Halaena?" Aemond asks.

His sister looks up, giving her brother a microscopic smile, "Hey Aem."

The woman at the front desk, Nettles, gives him a glare, rolling her dark eyes before turning her attention back to his sister.

"...so like I said, I went in to check on her last night. The bedroom window was broken, and when I looked around the building, they were both gone." Nettles continues to Halaena.

"Oh no..." She murmurs, playing with one of her curls anxiously.

"What's going on?" Aemond demands, hands twitching as his sides, "Halaena why are you here?"

Halaena's eyes widen, "I came to visit..."

"Aegon? Why are you visiting Aegon, I thought Otto said not to visit him anymore. What's wrong with him?"

"He's vanished again." Nettles interrupts, clicking her tongue, "Shame. He was doing so well."

"Good riddance." Aemond growls, "As far away as he can be from Mila, the better."

Silence follows. Halaena and Nettles stare at him awkwardly, sharing a look before cringing. Aemond's body deflates.

"...Tell me she's here." He practically pleads, the fight slowly leaving his body.

"...She's here?" Halaena says weakly.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Mila wakes up with a shudder.

Her body is surrounded by soft fabric, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets and comforters. Lay on a sofa in a cozy living room with large open windows, she blinks at the sunsetting in the horizon.

Music blasts from another room, unmistakably Back To Life by Soul II Soul, and someone was singing along. Nowhere close to on-key.

Mila yawns, climbing from her nest, walking on weak, Bambi legs across the birchwood floors, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

Walking into the kitchen, Mila halts as she sees Aegon at the stove, dancing in place as he cooks something. He sings along to Back To Life, messing up the words occasionally, and Mila holds back a laugh as she watches him in the doorway.

As Aegon spins in place, he helps when he sees her

"The seventies called, it wants its shirt back." Mila laughs, nodding to his bright blue, Hawaiian shirt.

"Yeah, and the nineties emailed and requested their insults back." Aegon rolls his eyes.

Grabbing a spatula and scraping off slightly overdone eggs, he places them and lays down the meal with a flourish.

"Omelette!" Aegon says proudly. Mila laughs, clapping his efforts. He bows dramatically, humbly accepting the praise for his hunter gatherer skills.

"No plates?"

"Are you kidding? My uncle Gwayne and Daeron lived here, left to their own devices no less. We're lucky I found forks."

The two of them sit on the porch of the house, watching the waves crashing as they eat their omelettes. They don't speak, choosing instead to listen to the ambience of the beach instead. Peaceful sleep envelops them, only occasionally interrupted by the sound of Aegon yelling at a seagull to keep away.

Mila takes the plates inside, before returning and finding Aegon patting the pockets of his joggers, making an 'ah!' noise before pulling out a rather crumpled joint.

"No fucking way." Mila beams, picking it out of the Targaryens hands with a massive grin.

"Should you be partaking?" Aegon says with narrowed eyes, though he holds out the lighter for him to take.

"Try to stop me!" Mila says as she runs off, heading towards the beach waves as she cradles the spliff.

"I'm the worst sponsor ever." Aegon sighs, jogging to catch up with her.

Mila collapses onto the sand, putting the spliff to her lips. The crackling of the lighter makes her happy as she lights it, and she takes a deep breath. The taste is bitter, it burns her throat and lungs, and it makes her head loll back. Perfection.

"Alright, Snoop Dogg, hand it over." Aegon chuckles as he leans over her to pinch the joint.

"Gods this is amazing." Mila sighs happily as she looks over at the tide, feeling the breeze in her hair and

"So did you sleep well?" He asks, leaning back on his elbows.

"Best sleep I've had in years." Mila laughs, "Did you carry me from the car?"

Aegon shrugs, "Well it was either that or I leave you there, you were not waking up." They share a chuckle, the distant seagulls harmonising with them.

"Didn't think I was dead?" Mila asks as she takes off her trainers and socks, burying her toes in the sand.

"Hoped not. Can't find a pulse for shit so don't ask me to do that in the future."

"How are you still alive?"

"Spite." Aegon comments as he golds out the spliff for Mila to take.

Mila laughs, taking another hit from the offered spliff from Aegon's hands. Just like she did from Aemond a year ago. She tries not to dwell on it as she holds the weed in her lungs, avoiding Aegon's eyes.

The spliff has been smoked. The sun is now merely peeking over the horizon, bleeding the sky orange and pink.

Aegon lies back, practically collapsing onto the sand with a contented sigh. Mila giggles as she joins him, their shoulders bumping slightly. They burst out into childish giggles, the sand below them getting into their hair.

"I'm glad we came here." Mila whispers.

"Me too."

Aegon leans on his elbows, watching Mila's profile. She turns and gives him a dopey smile, looking over his face.

"You're tense." She states.

"So are you." Aegon counters.

Mila lifts her hand up, carting her fingers through his choppy waves, his hair surprisingly soft to the touch. Aegon's eyes flutter closed, his head tilting to let her continue.

"Mila..." He whispers, breathlessly.

She doesn't know what to say. Finally, her mind is quiet. All she knows is that she's here, in this moment, with Aegon Targaryen. And she's happy.

Aegon watches her face, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek lightly, before is caresses down her jaw, her neck, her bare shoulder. Mila's breath hitches slightly, his touch electrifying. Taking notice of this, Aegon continues, his warm palm travelling down her arm, then over the soft fabric covering her waist.

Mila lays back down, licking her lip as she focuses on the feel of Aegon's hand as it traverses her form.

He lifts her legs over her shoulders, his eyes moving up to hers to look for discomfort. She lets out a shuddered breath, body craving and her mind too foggy to think rationally.

Aegon's talented fingers push her skirts up, bunching them at her hips as he sucks in a harsh breath at the sight of her panties.

Mila is sure she's soaked through them, her arousal impossible to dispute.

"Fuck..." Aegon groans, surging forward and living her through the material.

Letting out a throaty moan, Mila arches. His tongue is thick and skilled as it explores her through her panties, finding her clit easily and pressing his lips to it to suck on it. Her legs open further, allowing further access.

Aegon pulls her panties down, leaving them hanging from her ankle as he dives back in, devouring her immediately.

Mila can merely grip onto his blonde hair, tugging on it gently as he feasts on her, licking her swollen folds and sucking on her clit gently. He uses his hands to hold her trembling thighs open, not hard enough to stop her if she wanted to prevent him, but enough so his head does not get crushed. His tongue invades her opening, making Mila arch up.

"Taste's so fucking good." Aegon praises, talking directly into her cunt due to his inability to separate from her sweet wetness.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please..." Mila begs, pushing Aegon even closer as he feasts deliriously. He moans into her, the vibrations making her even wetter and her pleasure build.

Aegon wraps his arms around her thigh, keeping her close to him as he fucks his tongue into her, his nose rubbing against her clit. Mila squirms beneath him, pushing herself against his mouth eagerly as her orgasm gets closer and closer.

"Feels so good..." She moans, tugging on Aegon's hair tighter which makes a pleased grunt leave his mouth, his blue eyes looking up at her with desire.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty girl?" Aegon groans, sensing her growing pleasure by her movements and her moans, "Come on, cum on my tongue, wanna taste you..."

"Oh gods!" Mila squeals, feeling herself gush harder onto Aegon's face as her orgasm soars through her. Aegon laps it up like a drunk man downing their last of the night, his tongue unrelenting in its need to drink her up.

She collapses against the sand, completely boneless. Aegon gently lays her legs back down, before laying down next to her. Mila looks over at him, noting his closed eyes and deep breaths. His face is contented, his mouth and chin covered in her slick. Mila lets out a deep exhale, looking back at the orange sky.

She's too high to care about what this will mean...

AN//Living for the headcanon that Modern!Aegon eats meow meow like a man STARVED. Finally had a bit of Aegon and Mila action, after like four chapters of slow burn (i couldn't wait any longer), and Aemond's trying to find her... let's see how this plays out ;)

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izfrogzy · 6 months ago

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Soft and Innocent Part V 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Kissing Heavy petting, nudity, hand jobs, ejaculations, Dry Humping, neck biting, breast kissing, grinding, corrupting, overwhelming desires, denial and purity kink (I am assuming that is what its called....Bro wont do the deed yet as he rather keep her pure for now.) Body worship?

A/N: Very lengthy and a lot more NSFW content in this chapter.....Stepping deeper into Smut in this part.....Sorry no P n V yet but tons of Foreplay and such.....But very fluffy and angst but also steamy and smutty....Hope y'all enjoy Tried my best....may not have good grammar or proper punctuation....apologies in advance.....Characters behavior may not be canon but please remember its all AU scenarios for the fun of it....Enjoy the chapter. :)))))

As time went on over the span of a few weeks, after their intimate night he would come to see her more often during the day after his training and in the evenings after dinner. They would eat together and sit in the Godswood, they would talk and joke and he even taught her how to properly swing a sword, but no matter how much or long time had passed he couldn't stop thinking about her and how much he desperately longed to be in her presence again and hold her in his arms once more.

When Aemond had to go off to do his duties for his mother and the crown, he would send her little gifts through different servants, flowers and small gifts. He wanted her to know that she was never far from his thoughts. After about a week and a half, from constant back to back assignments and other princely duties,he had a moment to himself and he knew what he needed more than ever, he needed to visit her in her chambers. He needed to see her, to hold her, he could not wait anymore. Once he arrived outside of Seanna's bedchambers. He knocked on the door to her chambers after supper had passed.

Seanna was readying herself for bed when she heard the knocking and she had a feeling she knew who it was. She gussied herself up and threw on her robe messily, not even bothering to close it modestly.

Seanna rushed to the door, her robe loosely on her body and she opened the door seeing it was her beloved brother Aemond.

“Aemond…” She said smiling happily and pulled him into her room.

His eyes instantly went to her robe and he couldn't stop from smiling when she said his name. As she pulled him into the room he closed the door behind him and once the door was shut and they were inside her room alone he pulled her close and held her in his arms. He groaned softly and he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep, taking in her scent.

Seanna sighs and giggles, allowing him more access by tilting her head more for him.

Aemond breathed heavily against her, gently nuzzling and kissing her neck while his arms tightened around her waist and he gently held her against him. He loved the smell of her hair and her skin, he loved holding her and wrapping his arms around her, he never wanted it to end.

Seanna smiled and kissed along his jaw when she could.

He groaned again as he felt her lips on his neck and jaw. He slowly raised his head up and cupped her cheek. He gently traced her skin with the back of his knuckles. His gaze was heavy and he stared down at her with heavy lidded eyes as he gently leaned down and kissed her lips, she kissed him back willingly.

He tilted his head as he continued to kiss her. His other hand slowly traced up her side and he slid his hand up her back slowly. The feel of her mouth and the taste of her lips made his stomach do flips. He had missed her for the past week, more than he ever thought he would.

“Oh brother please….” She begged against his lips.

He groaned upon her begging and at the feeling of her pleading against his lips. He began to nibble on her bottom lip gently while he kissed her and his hand gently caressed the back of her neck. He gently pushed her backwards slightly till she felt her back make contact with the wall.

Seanna sighed and they continued their lip dance against one another,

Aemond felt her against the wall and he pressed his body against hers fully. Feeling her press back against him like this made him groan and his body begin to burn for her. He gently slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting more of her while his hand began to gently tug at her robe.

“Take it off ....Brother.” She panted and kissed him. She was so hot for him now she didn't even care that she called him her brother. She just wanted him and she couldn't explain why. It went beyond everything she knew, she just needed him like he needed her.

As she whispered the words against his lips he kissed her deeper and harder for a moment. Then he groaned and he grasped at the ends of her robe and he started to unwind it while his mouth ravaged her neck and he was slowly undoing the garment.

“Aemond…” She panted totally submitting to his desires now.

He continued to work on her robe and once it was undone and loosened he gently slid one side of it down her shoulder and he began to kiss her now exposed skin. He pressed his lips in open mouth kisses down her shoulder and to her chest.

She moaned out and closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall.

“Aemond.” She gasped out his name and his tongue made contact with her heated skin.

He continued to lick and kiss the skin of her chest. He felt her warm skin press softly against his mouth and he groaned while his teeth gently nibbled on her skin. He could feel her heartbeat, feel her heavy and ragged breathing and her panting as she gave little gasps and cries.

“Oh.....brother.....that feels ......good." She gasped out as her body trembled slightly from the contact. Her body felt tingly and shivered and she was completely at his mercy now as he sucked on her warm skin.

He groaned and grunted against her skin as he continued his ministrations. The little gasps and cries she made were like music to his ears and her taste was addicting. He began to leave hickeys on her chest and his hands slowly reached back behind her to reach for the rest of her robe.

She shivered again from each new kiss and each mark he left on her skin. Her body began to feel warm and shaky as she moaned out softly. She loved the feeling of his kisses and the gentle bite and sting as he left his marks of affection along her skin,

Seanna whimpered and tugged his hair slightly. “Please....” She whimpered.

He groaned lowly against her skin as he felt her tug at his hair. Then he lifted his head from her chest to look up at her. The sight of her flushed and panting in front of him and her eyes heavily lidded made his stomach do flips and his body ache for her. He gently reached up to cup her cheek and he leaned up to her and gently kissed her lips. Once their lips met he pushed the robe off of her completely and it fell to the floor. Leaving her completely bare in front of him.

“Gods, you're beautiful.” He spoke softly looking at her. His gaze went all over body , taking in the sight of her bare body. His eyes roamed over her soft looking skin and he was completely at her mercy now. His eyes finally met her gaze once more. His eyes were almost pleading with her to continue, to give in. He didn't want to stop now but only if she wanted to.

Seanna bit her lips when his gaze fell upon her face again and she looked at his face and his eyepatch before speaking, “Take your eyepatch off Lēkia ….” she begged.

He raised his hand up to his eyepatch but before he removed it he looked at her and he spoke in a gentle voice to her. “Are you sure you want to see it?”

She looked at him, seeing his hesitation and she looked at him nodding. “It didn't frighten me as a girl....it doesn't frighten me now. Lēkia.” She assured reaching her hand up caressing his face for a moment before lowering it and moving aside some of his long hair on his shoulder.

He stared at her for a moment then at her words he gently took off his patch and showed her his sapphire eye and his half scarred face. He was afraid for her to look at it again but she was not the same little girl he had to remind himself of. She was no longer shy and unsure, she had grown into a confident beautiful young woman and they had come a long way from those days.

She smiled and stood up more and her hand caressed his face. “So handsome Lēkia….”

He chuckled gently and he closed his eyes as he basked in her touch. “You're just saying that Sister.” He mumbled softly as he opened his eye and looked at her once more. He leaned into her touch and continued to look at her with a gentle but pleading gaze. Her gentle touch and presence and soft voice helped him to relax and he felt at ease in her presence knowing she would never judge or laugh at him in his scar.

“Never Brother.” Seanna whispered gently to him.

He groaned loudly and all but leapt at her. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and he pulled her tightly against him. He gently pressed his body against her body and into her and he nuzzled into her neck. His breath was heavy and he gently began to kiss her neck again. His body felt so hot against hers and he felt a need for her.

“Dear brother….” She hummed as she lets him do whatever he wanted.

He groaned at the sound of her voice and he began to gently nibble and bite gently the skin of her neck. His hands reached down and gently began to explore and massage her soft skin. He reached down further and grasped her thighs as he lifted her up gently and his mouth continued to feast on her skin.

“Oh Aemond….” She moaned and shivered from his touch on her skin. She loved this feeling that she could not explain. She loved the tingles and thrills she would feel as he kissed and bit and sucked on her flesh. Her hands roamed on his chest and she gently gripped his shirt tightly. She wished the shirt was off and she could feel his hot skin on her heated body too.

“Please brother....” She begged.

He groaned once more deeply as he heard her words and her soft voice as she begged him. He couldn't deny her or himself any longer. “Whatever....you wish, sweet sister.” He gently spoke the words against her skin between the kisses and bites he continued to assault her skin with. He held her up pressed against the wall for a moment more then gently turned and walked the few steps to the bed and gently laid her down

Seanna shivered as she was laid out for him and her heartbeat picked up at his words. She couldn't stop the shivers as she laid on the bed.. Her body was hot and flushed and she looked at him with pleading eyes that he should continue..

His gaze was heavy lidded as he looked down at her on the bed. He took in her flushed look and her pleading eyes and he groaned once more. Then he kneeled on the bed and began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He unbuttoned the first couple of his shirt and he slowly pulled it off and tossed it from the bed. “Tell me...what you want then.”

She looked at him all flustered and she just whined not knowing what to ask.

He chuckled hearing her whine. He was so amused by her innocence and her inexperience. He hovered over her on the bed while he gently slid his hand along her thigh. “Sensitive Sister....tell me what you want.” He whispered her ear in a teasing almost daring way, just to see what she'd say. As he said the words he gently bit her earlobe.

“I...want you brother." She whined more and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and began to pepper his throat with kisses.

He continued to groan and he was breathing heavily as she kissed his throat. Then he reached down with his other hand and grasped her thigh while he moaned the words. “Sister.....tell me how.” He moaned and he began to gently massage her thigh as he felt her mouth and her kisses on his throat. Seanna sighed and huffed.

“I.....I.....I don't…..” She said trying to think of how he could please her.

He smirked now and as he listened to her huff out an answer he gently nipped and kissed her bottom lip.

“It's alright sister, I shall figure out how to pleasure you.” He gently spoke with a sultry and teasing tone in his voice while he spoke and his breath was hot and heavy against her lips. Then he lowered his mouth against her neck and he began to kiss her skin again.

She mewled as she felt his breath, it sent a shiver through her body from her spine to her toes and a whimper escaped her lips. She couldn't help how weak she felt when he touched her and his words just made it all the more intense. Her body felt hot and she felt something building up in her she had never felt before. A burning that felt like fire deep within her core.

He groaned hearing her whimper and he felt her shiver. He continued to kiss and lick her neck. Her whimpers and gasps were so sweet and he could feel her squirming just a little bit as he held her. Her body was so hot against his body and he felt it all. He wanted her to feel good just as he did and so he gently moved his mouth down to her chest as he continued to kiss her.

She felt his mouth on her skin and she moaned out. The feeling of his mouth on her chest was like a jolt of electricity through her entire body. She arched her back a little and she gently grasped at his hair to hold him there. “Please Aemond .....please.” She pleaded as she felt his hot mouth on her heaving chest.

As she begged and pleaded and her soft and sweet sounding moans filled his ears he groaned against her skin. His tongue began to lick and tease her skin as he continued to kiss her chest. He loved the sweet sounds she made and the taste of her hot skin. He loved the small gasps and soft cries she made as he kissed her and it only fueled him to please her further as he continued to lick and suck

Her body was all tingly as he suckled upon her breasts with such affection making her body ache for him even more she laid there whimpering and trembling.

He held her steady and as he gently sucked and licked her breasts he groaned lowly, as he gently massaged and moved her thighs. As her body continued to tremble and she lay there in a tingly mess he could tell she was enjoying his ministrations and it only encouraged him to continue. His body also burned and ached for her and his hips gently rocked on top of hers while he continued to assault her breast with a heated passion.

“Disrobe....” she panted.

“Completely…” She begged, tugging at his hair.

Hearing her words he was still showering her chest with affection, he groaned then immediately lifted his head to look up at her and he gently pressed his lips into hers in a kiss before he nodded his head. “Alright, sweet sister.” He whispered against her lips. Anything for you. He gently pulled away from her, then he reached down to unbutton his trousers before he quickly pulled them off and he completely disrobed. He had removed them so quickly he now knelt on the bed completely bare and the sight of her bare and heated body made his breath hitch in his throat..

Seanna eyes him and his lean body she sat up slightly panting as she gazed upon him and tilted her head back looking at him before her eyes land upon what was between his legs hardened and aroused was his girth and she blushed even more seeing how it looked all due to her.

He noticed her eye his naked body and as he looked down at her he saw her stare down at him between his legs. He felt so exposed and bare in front of her as she looked at him and the sight made his face go hot and his cheeks redden. Yet he also found it kind of exciting and he felt a thrill at the sight of the way she looked at him as if he were delicious. “Do.......you like.....watching me......Sister?” Seanna blushed looking up at him and nodded bashfully.

He groaned hearing her say that and blushed gently as he looked down at her. “Do you....wish to.....touch it this time? Sweet Sister?” He whispered to her and leaned closer to her with a flushed face.

Seanna blushed gulping at such an offer and she looked at his face sitting up a bit more. “C-can I?Lēkia?” she’d ask innocently, biting her lips waiting for his answer.

Her words made him groan and he gently reached down to caress her face in his hand and he nodded gently. “Y-Yes sister....you can.” Seanna smiled and looked at him then down at his manhood then at him “How.....should I?”

He gently brushed a hair out of her face and he held his hand as he caressed her cheek. “Just do what feels right ......right. As much as you want. Anything.” He whispered to her gently and his face had a loving and gentle look to it as he looked down at her.

They sat up on the bed facing one another and She bit her lips as her hand reached out and she gently grabbed hold of his hardened cock, gently holding and feeling what it felt like.

He sighed as he felt her soft hand wrap around his hard flesh and he shivered from her touch. “Oh sweet Sister...... your touch.......it feels nice.” He whispered out with closed eyes as he gently held her by wrists and he leaned against her forehead and proceeded to guide her hand upon him.

She blushed her eyes, looked at his face and her gently started moving her hand that held him in a up and down motion assuming this is what may give him pleasure.

He groaned as he felt her gently begin to move her hand on him. He closed his eyes and his breath became heavier and his hold on her wrist began to loosens very gently and he had to bite back moans. “Yes......just like that........that feels so nice.” He muttered to her, encouraging her curiosity.

Her heart raced hearing the groans that escaped him and the feeling of his hold on her hand letting go of her. But she felt she could do more and her second hand gently reached out and gently took what she could not hold and started to move in unison with her other hand. Feeling daring she leaned forward to kiss up his neck in hopes to hear him moan again.

Feeling her other hand reach out and hold more and her movements made him give out a loud groan and he tilted his head back and his body began to shake and shiver slightly from the feeling. As he felt her hot mouth on his neck and her soft kisses up his throat he moaned out her name breathlessly and his face went even hotter. “S-Sister.....that feels so nice....gods…”

“Truly? Lēkia?” She asked gently, kissing his neck.

He moaned louder and groaned as her tongue went up his neck he shivered and he could barely handle anymore. “Yes, so nice......so good......it feels so.....so good.......Sister.” He moaned out in a voice that came out deeper in pleasure.

She moaned softly as she heard the moans coming from his mouth and she felt his reaction to her ministrations, she looked up and seeing the look on his face, it looked good. It made his groans even more pleasing to hear and she couldn't stop the kisses and licks as she moved down to his jaw then back up and licked gently in his ear,

Her hands continued to stroke and grip upon him too earning more noises from him.

As her ministrations continued and as her hands and mouth worked upon his body and soul he was a mess of noises and a puddle really. He shivered and groaned and his moans continued to spill from his lips as if he could not control it anymore while his hand grabbed her wrist.

“Sister....you....I can't......you're making me.....”. He groaned out and he was sweating now as he tried to control himself just a little longer, Seanna blushed and proceeded to pleasure him with her hands.

Aemond groaned out her name and his breathing was heavy. He felt dizzy as his body felt weak and the feeling was overloading him. “Gods....sister.....I'm.....” He groaned and moans as the feeling began to build up inside of him and began to feel like he might spill over at any second from her pleasuring touches.

As she looked upon his face and the way he moaned her name, she felt how his body reacted. She felt how heavy his breathing was, how he groaned and moaned her name and his face was flushed so beautifully. “You're so beautiful like this, my Lėkia.” She whispered and grinned at him and her hands gripped and massaged him firmer.

His body was so hot and the feeling was building in his lower body. He could feel it building up like a hot pool in his abdomen. He groaned and moaned out his sister's name her soft pleasuring touches were going to his end. He gripped her shoulder a bit tighter; his breath was heavy and labored. “Seanna....I......I'm about to......” He groaned out panting and She kissed along his jaw and she gently whispered to him. “It's alright, Lėkia. Let go.” Seanna assured him as her hand continued to urge his release more and more.

Aemond groaned loudly hearing her permission and and as she whispered next to his ear he finally hit his peak, his body gave out and he released his built up pressure. His hot load spilled over his own body all over his stomach and the pleasure his sister's touch brought him was enough to make him cry out in ecstasy. He leaned against his sister as he groaned loudly and panted as he laid his face into her shoulder.

Seanna blushed and witnessed him releasing on his body but she kept her hands moving even as his release hit him, so he could feel all the pleasure he needed. As he finished and he groaned out into her shoulder and he moaned her name into her skin loudly she moaned as well, feeling very aroused now after what she brought him to, to see him in this messy blissful state made something feel in her and it made tingles go down her back to between her legs more apparent now.

“Lēkia?” She whispered and laid him back upon the bed and she smiled and looked upon him softly. “Oh Lēkia what a mess you are…” She giggled lightly grazing her tips of her fingers down his chest and stomach and she grabbed the blankets and wiped off his seed from his body softly. She knew she better have her maids change the bedding tomorrow now.

He groaned and his breathing was still heavy, he was still floating in pleasure as his body still had tingles running through it from the feeling her soft hands had given him. he sighed gently as she ran her fingers down his chest as he looked at her with a soft look on his face and a weak pleasured smile. “And who....caused it....sister?” He whispered gently with a chuckle.

Seanna gets bashful. “Well…Tis what you wanted....Right Lēkia?” she asked gently and moved up to his side as he laid on his back she laid on her side looking down at him adoringly.

He gently laughed lightly and he smiled up at her gently as he gently reached up and began to stroke her hair on the back of head. He looked at her with all affection in his eyes and in his smile on his face. “Yes......it was sister, and it felt.......so good. I.....do not think anyone.....has ever made me feel that way before”. He whispered gently as he brought his hand to her face now gently caressed her cheek in his hand as she looked down at him.

She smiled and blushed more and moved some strands of hair from his face away from the scarred side of his face with his blue gem rested in his vacant socket.

His smile turned to a soft and fond smile as she moved the strands of the hair from his face and he nuzzled into her hand as it gently moved over that side of his face. The touch of her hand was loving and gentle and he loved it and he loved how she took all of him in and didn't cringe away. “I love.....that....you are not.....disgusted by my face.” Aemond admitted in a hushed voice.

“Oh Lēkia, why would I be? Hmmmm?” She asked gently sighing, and tracing her finger along the side of his face.

The feeling of her finger traveling softly across his ruined side of his face made him tingle and it made him smile. She truly did love all of him even when his face looked so ruined and his eye was gone. “Because it looks.....horrible.” He said softly as his breath hitched gently as her finger continued to traced his flesh.

Seanna frowns and looks at him “According to whom Brother?” She’d ask softly and with care.

He looked away for a moment then back at her. “The world, sister. I look at myself and it disgusts me when I see that side of my face. What woman.......would want a man with a face like mine?” He said softly he held his breath for a moment as he looked away from her awaiting her response.

Seanna looked at him with sympathy and gently grabbed his chin and turned his face back to look at her. “I would brother…” She whispered softly. “Lēkia if no woman can see you as you are and not love you they are fools.....” She said to him and she was more than serious now.

He felt her gently grab his chin and he felt her gently turn his head toward her and as he saw her beautiful face he felt his heart tighten up as he listened to her say how she would love him as he is. It made no sense to him how she could think this but....it made him incredibly happy hearing her loving words and seeing her beautiful face. “You......truly feel that way....sister?” He whispered softly in disbelief.

His sister smiled softly and nodded “Yes.....of course.” She assured him and her knuckles brushed along his face gently.

His face turned redder as her knuckles brushed gently along his face and he gently smiled at her in his disbelief as tears welled in his one eye and his throat grew constricted with emotion. “I.......do not know......how I earned such love......from such.....a sweet and pure sister.......but I'm.....so.....so glad that I have.....” He said while his words came out almost shaky as his throat grew thick and she smiled adoringly at him and sighed gazing at him with only love and affection.

As he looked into her gorgeous eyes and he saw the way she looked at him it made his heart swell with love and he gently moved so that he hovered over her now and his long silver hair fell over his shoulders and he cupped her cheeks in his hand gently and the way her hair was splayed out under her head and her eyes and expression......it made his heart flutter. “My beautiful......Sister.” He whispered gently as he looked down at her and she reached up, running her fingers through his hair “Lēkia....?” She whispered.

And he sighed looking at her, “Yes, sweet sister?” He whispered gently, his fingers caressed her skin and he leaned down to gently press his lips on her neck and he let his hair brush against her skin. As he kissed her neck he hummed gently and he shivered as he leaned down even more feeling her body against his.

“Stay in bed with me tonight....” She whispered.

He gently bit down on her neck at her pleas and he groaned at her words and he gently licked the soft spot he just nibbled upon and he whispered gently against her skin. “I.....will stay......with you all night....if you wish me, sweet sister. I am yours.” he murmured and she sighs, having a pleased look on her face.

She smiled and hummed in contentment at the feeling of his mouth on her skin and at his whispered words about how he was hers and she laid her head back against the pillow letting her eyes close for a moment as she just soaked up how good his ministrations made her feel.

As he nuzzled and pressed his face against her neck he continued to gently press soft kisses against the skin of her neck and collarbone. As her head went back he gently licked up her jaw feeling her skin hot against his tongue and he gently lifted his head to look at her beautiful face that laid against the pillows. His breath felt heavy as he looked at her. “You......are too beautiful for this world.”

Once he lifted his head from her neck she slowly opened her eyes and slowly looked at him and she looked at the way he hovered over her. He looked perfect, beautiful, his silver hair framing his face and falling upon his shoulders, his eyes a stunning color of purple and she felt breath catch in her throat from the sight of him. He was truly a sight to behold in the most beautiful way. “As are you brother…..” She whispered blushing letting that slip out by accident.

His lips curled up in a smirk as he heard her words and then she blushed at her own words. He laid down gently on top of her, pressing his full weight down upon her and he gently looked at her as his chest brushed against her. “You think I'm beautiful, sister? Do you think me as beautiful as I think you are.....if not more?” He whispered into her ear gently “Shut up…” She said giggling “Make me…” He chuckled softly as he nipped at her ear and hummed against her skin as he pressed his body against hers and he enjoyed hearing her giggling and She giggled some more and wrapped her arms around him.

He chuckled and shivered feeling her arms wrapped around him and she felt soft underneath him but he continued his onslaught as he began to gently suck on her neck, biting softly and nibbling the spot between her shoulder and her neck.

Seanna shuttered and sighed.

He looked to her face to see a blissed out look on her face as she shivered and sighed and he smirked against her neck and he began to bite slightly harder and his bites became nibbles and his nibbles turned into tiny sucks on her neck. Her skin was so soft on his lips so he couldn't help but feel hungry for her taste on his tongue so he sucked harder at her neck and he was certain a mark would be left on that spot on her skin in the morning.

She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her skin and she pressed her body up into his as it craved more of his wonderful touch and she closed her eyes again just focusing on the way his mouth felt on her flesh.

He groaned lightly as her body pressed into his and her moans as he sucked and marked her flesh were like music to his ears. He continued to mark her neck and he bit a bit harder before sucking hard on her neck leaving behind a pretty bite mark that he gently licked as he finally sat up to look upon his work. The bright red mark looked beautiful on her skin so he bent down to press his tongue against and licked over it softly.

She panted and looked up at him.

He looked down at her with lust and affection in his eyes and a possessive look was in his gaze at seeing his mark upon her skin. His breathing was heavy and he could feel his need stir again, and he bent down to press his hips against hers. “My beautiful sister....” He whispered.

Feeling and hearing his whispered words and she felt his need press up against her she shivered and her own breathing became heavy and as her fingers dug into his back.

He groaned and shivered feeling her nails dig into his back and he leaned down and crashed his lips upon hers hungrily as his need for her grew and he began to grind upon her, “Lēkia….” She whimpered against his hungry lips.

Aemond shivered as he heard her whimper against his hungry mouth and he continued his grinding as he gently reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair and gently grasped the hair at the back of her head gently so she couldn't pull away from his kiss and he began to slip his tongue along hers in their kiss.

As he slipped his tongue into her mouth she moaned and she arched up in to the kiss her chest pushed up against his, her fingers clawing at his back and gently tugging at his hair, whimpering against his hungry, demanding kiss the taste of him was intoxicating and she couldn't get enough.

He groaned lowly into her mouth as he felt her arch up and writhe against him and it made his head spin feeling her against him and from tasting her on his tongue. He felt her tugging at his hair and his back and it egged him on to press himself down more and grind harder as he became addicted to how she felt and tasted.

“Brother please….”

“Please what sweet sister...what do you desire?” He whispered gently against her lips before kissing her again and gently biting at her bottom lip and he rocked against her harder

“You brother with me…” She begged but she knew he wouldn’t take her maiden hood this night but it didn’t hurt to ask “Truly this time…..”

He shivered as he felt and heard her pleading for him and he groaned as he felt the fire and heat within him rise. Yet, he knew he had to deny it as much as it hurt him too. “Sweet sister please forgive me....we cannot take it that far tonight.” He groaned at her and gently rested his head against hers.

She whimpered and scratched up his back. “But Lēkia….” She whined.

He shivered again and groaned as he felt her scratch his back and he growled feeling her nails drag over his skin and he looked down at her as he felt his back burning pleasantly at her touch. “Sweet, sweet sister, no pleading…” He groaned as he rubbed against her folds with his length. “Please....I cannot be tempted further......” He whispered breathlessly and she whines and whimpered and pants.

Aemond panted heavily and his entire body was burning as he continued to hover over her and he looked down at her face that was flushed and gorgeous and her hair splayed out upon the pillows. And her breathing and her whining were like some sort of song to him and he groaned again feeling his body ache for her and he gripped more desperately at the hair at the back of her head as he felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Seanna watched him sits up on his knees and he started stroking himself before her as she watched.

He sat up over her with his hair falling around his face and his breathing heavy as he grabbed ahold and started rapidly moving his hand upon himself roughly looking at her before him.

Seanna breathes heavily and watched as he came undone rather quickly groaning and shuttering as his seed shot out upon her body she shutter and trembled and she looked up at him now covered with strings of his warm seed.

He groaned and shuttered as he released upon her and he leaned down to gently rest his forehead against hers and his body shook and was still for a moment. He was breathing heavily and he shivered at her body pressed against his and he gently moved and lay down to her side and pulled her against him and nuzzled into her neck.

And then he pulled her closer. Seanna sighed and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer while laying her head upon his shoulder, her eyes closed and she let her fingers glide along his chest and stomach “You alright brother?” She’d asked as she sensed he was a bit displeased.

Aemond took a deep breath and shivered as he felt her hand touch upon his stomach and upon his scars as they laid in bed together and he nuzzled his face into her hair. “I....am. Just feeling incredibly sleepy....I am sorry to disappoint you sweet sister.” He whispered against the top of her head and nuzzled his face into her hair to smell her and he hummed softly and she sighed “Hmmm What do you mean?” She asked calmly

He hummed gently and gently traced soft shapes across her back. “I...could not take you tonight.....even though you wanted me to.” He whispered with slight guilt in his voice. He knew it was the right thing to do and yet he felt a slight ache in his heart for not being able to take her tonight.

She blushed and looked up at him. “....I understand brother, do not worry.” She said, trying to assure him.

Aemond looked down at her flushed expression at her words and he cupped her cheek gently in his hand and he smiled fondly and brushed his thumb gently against her cheek. “I am glad you do, sweet sister....I don't think my heart could bare it if you were to hate me for denying us....but I love to hear you ask for me to take you.....even if it is wrong.” He whispered gently and he laid his head back against his pillow.

Seanna sighed and kissed his chest. “You are a gentle man Brother even beneath all your stoicism and coldness you like to portray.” She said softly, laying her cheek on his chest. “But you make it hard for me not to want you like a wife would her husband.”

He shivered as he felt her lips gently pressing upon his chest and he felt his heart flutter and he smiled softly at her words and at hearing her say he was a gentle man. His eyes were feeling heavy and he gently threaded his fingers through her hair and he gently stroked her hair as his eyes grew heavier and heavier from exhaustion the longer they laid together. “You.....are too kind, sweet sister....” He mumbled tiredly.

She smiled and nuzzled her face into his chest, her fingers gently played with his hair on his chest. “Rest Lēkia you deserve it.”

He hummed and he let his eyes close as she continued to gently play and tangle her fingers in his hair and he let his breathing slow down as he gently held her. “I...love you sister......” He whispered before his breathing started to slow as he started to fall asleep. As his body finally relaxed against hers he felt sleep finally come as he fell into the gentle pull of it and he began to breathe gently.

A/N: Sorry for this being lengthy I just couldn't stop writing this part.....I may have gotten carried away but yeah Next part.....may consist of smut but at the end maybe? I'm not sure we shall see....Stay tuned for VI

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Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit) Part I

My entry in @hotd-bigbang for this year! The header, dividers, and the moodboard are all done by the wonderfully talented @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Fic summary

When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur. Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.

Chapter summary: Having made their way back to King's Landing, Elayna has to deal with some personal matters.

Warnings: heavy discussions of grief, character death (not in fic), lots of angst. NSFT (m!receiving oral, f!receiving oral, PiV, some praise kink, and previous D/s dynamics referenced.) Also, dub-con. They both are given an out, but it's still there.

Word count: ~10.3k

Part 1 of 3

A/N: Thank you to both @emilykaldwen and @/ewanmitchellcrumbs for doing this year! I had a lot of fun with this, and y'all did a fantastic job putting this on.

Elayna closes her eyes.

Despite her exhaustion, she can't seem to find sleep. Every jolt of the carriage shakes her awake. The movements aren't what keep her from sleep but what they might do; the thought of her twins waking up is almost enough to bring her to tears. It took far too long to get either of them down for a nap. In theory, she knows she could give them to someone else. In practice, the idea terrifies her. An almost animalistic fear hits her at the thought of someone else handling them.

Aelon and Reynard are all she has left of Aemond, left of her old life. She'll be damned if she lets someone take that from her.

“You can go to sleep. I'll wake you if they do.” Elayna cracks one eye open at the sound of Tyland’s voice. He sits across the carriage from her. He could have chosen to ride with everyone else, but he chose to stay with her.

“I cannot ask that of you. You have already done far too much for me.”

Elayna wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Tyland. The twins wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. If he hadn't managed to sneak her out of King's Landing just before Rhaenyra took the city, all three of them would be dead, and it wouldn't be a swift or painless death.

Aemond killed Rhaenyra's son.

Killing his wife and two unborn children would be one of the first thing Rhaenyra sought to do. Elayna cannot find fault with the logic; she would do the same for her children.

The carriage jostles almost violently. Elayna lowers her head to look at the twins, missing Tyland pursing his lips together at her statement. Aelon opens his eyes. Panic surges through Elayna. If he begins to cry, Reynard will surely wake as well. She tries to carefully adjust Aelon, wanting to better cradle him if he should start to cry. The adrenaline coursing through her combined with her exhaustion makes her movements sloppy, jostling the twins more than the carriage.

“Elayna...”

“Don't!” She snaps instantly. Elayna winces when she hears her tone. She tries her best to soften the edges when she opens her mouth again. “I... I know you mean well, but I. I cannot . I will not let anyone else take care of them.”

“At the expense of yourself?” Elayna frowns. She glares at Tyland across the carriage. It's all sheer emotions mixed with sleep deprivation; no true ill will sits in her gaze. Tyland doesn't flinch; he stares back at her evenly. “You can't keep going like this.”

“It doesn't matter if I can or not. I must.”

He sighs. Elayna looks away, cradling Aelon closer to her. One part of her brain sees how emotional and illogical she's being, but the majority of her brain refuses to look at it.

“I know you're right. But. How do I know she won't hurt them?” Elayna's voice cracks slightly at the last word. She swallows and clears her throat in an attempt to disguise it. Tears begin to collect along her waterline without permission. “I couldn't trust before, but now. How can I? How can I trust anyone to not hurt them?”

Her voice rises an octave without her permission. She slaps her hand over her mouth in an attempt to push the words back inside her body, but it's too late. The increased desperation in her tone finally triggers Aelon. He lets out a piercing wail.

The wave crests, and each member of Elayna’s family falls.

Aelon's wail causes the trapped sob in Elayna’s chest to burst violently from her. She has no idea if it's in solidarity or if it's because the sound of Aelon's crying makes her want to scream. Upon hearing both his mother and brother crying, Reynard joins. The look of alarm on Tyland’s face would be funny in almost any other circumstances.

“Elayna...”

Elayna tries. She tries to tell him she's fine, she's okay, she just needs a moment. All that comes out is a choked noise and then an unholy wail. Her cries mix with those of her babies. Tyland's eyes go wide. He opens his mouth to say something, most likely words of comfort, but nothing comes out. Elayna curls around both Aelon and Reynard.

A soft hand on her shoulder nearly makes her jump. Tyland sits beside her. His expression is equal parts alarm and concern. His fingers flex and curl, as if he's not sure if touching her is the right move. Elayna buries her face into his shoulder. Tyland stiffens at the contact. Elayna opens and closes her mouth, trying to assure him she's fine, it's fine. Nothing comes out.

“There, there.” Tyland rubs her back very awkwardly. He clears his throat. She hears three thumps on the carriage door. She feels the jolt as the carriage stops. Elayna wants to push away from Tyland in case people look in on them, but she doesn't have the energy. Instead, she pulls Aelon and Reynard closer while pressing herself further into Tyland.

The door to the carriage opens. Elayna panics. The thought of someone seeing her like this sends an intense spike of panic through her. She tried to push away, but Tyland keeps the one hand on her shoulders. She can't hear what he says to the servant who opens the door.

Elayna hears other voices. One of them gives soft commands. Tyland occasionally speaks, but she can't hear it because of the noise in her head and wails coming from her. Eventually, two other voices join, this time feminine. Elayna lifts her head from Tyland’s shoulder.

“No. No!” She shakes her head violently and clutches Aelon and Reynard closer to her.

“Elayna. Elayna!” Tyland takes a gentle hold of her shoulders. “It's okay. ‘Tis okay.”

“I don't. I don't want them to!” Elayna's voice cracks as it reaches a new octave. Tyland brings one hand to her face.

“ ‘Tis okay. It's okay. They're not going to hurt them. Aelon and Reynard will be fine.” Tyland wipes some of the tears from her face. “They will be watched. The nurse maids will have others around them. No one will hurt them. I swear.”

Elayna stares at him, her lip wobbles even more. Tyland clears his throat.

“You need to let them. You can't do this by yourself.”

“But I-”

“We'll call for them once you've calmed down.”

Tyland's logic makes sense. It goes against every instinct in her body, but it makes sense. She stares at him. Tyland’s movements are stiff and hesitant as rubs her back.

“Okay. Okay.”

She tries to stay calm as she carefully hands over Aelon and Reynard to the nurse maids. Both wail even louder when she passes them; it takes all of her self-control to not fall apart again hearing them.

It isn't until the carriage door closes again and she and Tyland are left alone that she lets herself break down once more.

This time, Tyland seems to expect it. He holds her, at first clearly unsure if he should. When she grabs the collar of his doublet, collapsing into him as she sobs, he pulls her closer. He doesn't say anything, just holds her in his arms and rubs a small circle on her back. The gesture brings more tears. Her body feels so heavy.

She's tired. She's so so so tired. Her entire being feels like a giant lead weight. The more she cries, the more sheer exhaustion creeps upon her. Elayna splits apart at the seams, everything finally too much to handle.

She wakes up warm.

Elayna sighs. She vaguely registers the sound of the carriage rolling over cobblestone now, the clack of horse's hooves against them. She turns her head with a grunt. Her left cheek slides against silk as she tries to bury her face. A light, soft sensation rests on her right cheek and neck.

The fabric doesn't give.

It takes Elayna a moment to realize the reason as to why. Her sleep addled mind slowly arrives at the conclusion. She struggles to open one eye, crusty from the salt in her tears. Red silk greets her first then a moss green velvet. Sluggishly, she tilts her head upward. In her periphery, she notices her head rests in the crook of someone's neck. She sees the lines of a jaw with a blond beard.

“Tyland...?”

Tyland’s eyes flick down to look at her.

“We should arrive at the Keep soon.” Elayna becomes aware of his arm around her, his hand resting on her shoulder. His hands seem broad against her. She idly admires his fingers. She wonders what his hands would look like against her bare skin, what colors bruises in the shape of his fingers would take.

“How long was I asleep?” Words float in and out of her brain. She lets her eyes close again.

“Half the day. I've kept Aelon and Reynard with us as much as I could.”

At the mention of her children, Elayna's eyes fly open. Before Elayna can even try to sit up, Tyland quickly reassures her.

“They're in here with us.”

Elayna still pushes herself up to look at the space. The sight makes Elayna's shoulders drop. She lets out a deep breath before slowly letting herself settle back down. Her head finds Tyland’s shoulder once more.

She should be worried what people might think if they saw the two of them. She shouldn't let herself relax. She needs to be on guard.

Instead, Elayna closes her eyes.

The two of them stay like that for a long moment, Elayna's head on Tyland’s shoulder and Tyland’s arm around her. At some point, Tyland’s hold moves. His arm rests loosely around her waist. Elayna sighs. She nestles closer to him, almost instinctively, at the change in positioning. They sit in silence. Elayna listens to the sounds of the horse's hooves and the creaking of the carriage. She listens to the soft rise and fall of her breath, of the twins's breath, of Tyland’s breath. She listens intently to a moment of peace she might never get again.

After a while, Elayna sighs. While she enjoyed the blissful break from the realities of her situation, she has to clean up the pieces.

“ ‘m sorry.” She manages. “For earlier. I didn't mean to... cause concern.”

Tyland sighs. It's not necessarily at her but more world weary.

“I imagine being a widow with two babes is difficult.” Tyland looks down at her. “You have help. Use it. Not everyone means you harm.”

Elayna doesn't say anything for a long moment. Instead, she stares ahead. He's somewhat right; not everyone means to harm her but enough people do she cannot risk it. The truth of the matter is the minute she married Aemond, both herself and any children they had were in danger. It wouldn't have mattered who won, she and her children were always going to be on the chopping block. They didn't afford any decency to Aegon and Helaena's children, why would hers be any different? If anything, Aelon and Reynard were more in harm's way, given Aemond's actions. Elayna tries to find the words to explain this, but they stay stuck inside her mouth.

“They're all I have.” She whispers. It's the closest thing she can come to getting him to understand.

“And they will have nothing if you continue on like this.” He counters. Elayna swallows. “They're children of a Prince. Aegon won't let anything happen to his nephews.”

Tears threaten to fall again. She doesn't try to fight them this time. Instead, she lets them fall. This time, her body grants her the mercy of them being silent.

“I... I know that. But ‘tis hard.”

Tyland stays silent. She fights to keep her gaze forward, not wanting him to know how much just saying those words aloud hurt her.

“Do you trust me?”

Elayna lets out a humorless little giggle. Tyland stiffens, but Elayna quickly turns her head up to look at him.

“Of course I do.” She smiles at him. The motion almost feels foreign to her. “If I didn't, I would have had your head for seeing me cry.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow at her. Elayna stares evenly back at him.

" 'Tis a joke!"

"I somehow doubt that." Before Elayna can react, he clears his throat. "Nothing will happen to them. I promise."

Elayna buries her face back into his shoulder. She wants to tell him he's too kind to her, but the words won't come. Instead, she presses herself more into his side.

They stay like that, Elayna's head in the crook of Tyland’s neck and his arm around her waist, until they reach the gates of the Red Keep.

Everything feels off, almost to the point of being tangible. She can almost taste something acrid and mournful in the air.

The greeting party was small; Aegon cannot move much without being in pain so his absence was expected. Queen Alicent, however, did not come out to see them. Elayna was under the impression she would until she was later informed Alicent doesn't leave her chambers for much of anything anymore.

She understands.

Elayna often thanks the Seven the twins were born before the news of Aemond's death reached her. She has no idea what the devastating news would have done to the twins if they were still inside her belly. Even then, it almost killed them. In the days after, Elayna stayed in bed all day, only getting out of bed to feed Aelon and Reynard. The thought of doing anything more hurt her deeply. It took both Johanna and Tyland to coax Elayna not just out of bed but out of her chambers. Guilt still eats at Elayna; Johanna had her own losses yet Elayna selfishly took all the space to mourn.

Perhaps the sight of Alicent's two new grandchildren may do the Dowager Queen good. Elayna tells herself this as she carries the twins to Alicent's chambers. When the guards open the doors, and Elayna sees Alicent, Elayna almost gasps.

She doesn't recognize the woman before her.

Alicent's curly hair sits tangled, almost in mats. Her eyes are sunken, red rimmed from crying. She almost curls in on herself, any and all previous confidence long gone from her body. Elayna hurts. She physically aches looking at Alicent.

“Your Grace.” Elayna steps forward. Alicent finally looks up to Elayna. She looks so much older than the last time Elayna saw her.

“Elayna.” Alicent's voice lifts with relief, but she doesn't smile. “You're alive.”

“Aye. Thanks to Ser Tyland.” Elayna clears her throat. “I am not the only one alive thanks to him. Your grandchildren are as well.”

The news of two grandchildren doesn't take all of the sorrow away from her, but it visibly puts more life into Alicent. She almost perks up. Her eyes brighten.

“Grandchildren...? You were with twins?” Alicent carefully stands up. Delight creeps into her voice, the delight of a mother learning they're a grandmother. At the sound, Aelon lets out a pleased giggle. Reynard coos softly.

“If I may present Aelon and Reynard...”

Alicent makes her way over to Elayna. Elayna gently maneuvers Aelon out of his sling as she approaches. Alicent stops just short of Elayna, as if waiting for permission. It almost seems as if she thinks Elayna will tell her no. Instead, Elayna cradles Aelon and hands him to her.

“This is Aelon.”

“Aelon.” Alicent repeats. She takes a moment to study him. Elayna watches as Alicent notices how light Aelon's hair is and how his nose matches Aemond's. Alicent looks up. Tears threaten to fall. “He looks like his father.”

Elayna does her the courtesy of pretending to not notice the slight break in Alicent's voice.

“He does. But he has my temperament. Nothing is ever quite right for him.” The subtle jab at herself makes Alicent shake her head. Elayna turns to Reynard. “This one looks like me, but I think he shall take after his father.”

Elayna lifts Reynard from his sling with a grunt. She cradles him close to her chest, positioning him so Alicent can look at his face.

“He has your hair but Aemond's eyes.” Alicent remarks almost absent-mindedly. Aelon babbles in her arms, a plea for attention. Alicent shifts him. He quickly grabs onto her hand with one of his own small and pudgy fists. Alicent almost smiles. Her face relaxes some, the harsh lines on her face easing up as she does so. Her eyes brighten a bit at the same time. Yet she still doesn't smile.

Elayna doubts Alicent ever will again.

Elayna steps close to her. Reynard reaches out to clasp one of the many strands of hair free of Alicent's braids. He looks at her, eyes wide.

“I...” Elayna begins. She pauses to take a deep breath. “Is it silly one of my wishes is I could have told Aemond we had twins?” Elayna wants to look at Alicent and meet her eyes, but she can't. All the strength to lift up her head leaves her body. Instead, she reaches across to smooth out one of Aelon's hairs.

“No.” Alicent manages. “No, ‘tis not.”

Elayna inhales shakily. This time, her head begins to hurt before her eyes water.

“I hope they become men their father would be proud of.”

Elayna's words make Alicent break first. She lets out a choked sob, placing her free hand delicately over her mouth. Elayna presses her lips together and averts her eyes.

“I... I miss him.” Elayna confesses. “I miss him so much.”

Alicent lets out a strangled sob, a noise Elayna is all too familiar with herself. The sob quickly turns into heavy crying. Alicent's shoulders heave with each attempt of an inhale. Silent tears fall down Elayna's face.

She can't hug Alicent properly because of the twins, but she tries her best. She stands as close to Alicent as she can and wraps her free arm around her. Alicent doesn't respond in kind but grips Elayna's arm. She almost seems as if she might collapse.

When Alicent does fall into Elayna, Elayna catches her as best she can. Elayna carefully guides her towards a chair. Once Alicent is close enough to lean on the chair, Elayna speaks.

“Here. Give me Aelon.”

Elayna shifts so she can take both infants. Alicent hands Aelon over. Elayna tries her best to carefully guide Alicent towards the seat of the chair, mostly to ensure Alicent doesn't fall. Alicent manages to get into the seat. Elayna kneels in front of her.

They stay like that for a moment.

Eventually, Alicent clears her throat. She looks at Elayna from underneath her eyelashes. Elayna nods.

“Would you like to hold Reynard now?”

“I would.”

Elayna hands Reynard over, cooing as she does so. Reynard kicks his feet but does nothing more in the way of protest. Alicent carefully cradles him in her arms. Elayna watches for a minute before Aelon, clearly upset with the lack of attention, lets out a high pitch scream. When Elayna looks down at him, he grins and giggles.

Elayna's summons aren't unexpected.

“The King wishes to speak with you.”

Elayna slowly stands. She turns to face Alicent, but she doesn't need to ask. Alicent offers before she can ask.

“I'll watch them.”

Elayna offers her a small smile. She trusts Alicent. The loss of two of her grandchildren and two of her children means she understands Elayna's pain, Elayna's fears. Alicent won't harm her children.

Elayna follows the Kingsguard. She expects to be taken to the Throne Room. Instead, the path leads towards the King's chambers. Aegon holding an audience in there feels strange in her mind. Perhaps he has yet to fully recover from his injuries. Elayna never saw him, at least, not the full extent. She had been willing to look at him if he wished, but she opted to give him privacy instead.

It wasn't out of disgust she did not look but respect. When she went to see him, his wounds were still fresh. The thought of another person seeing her as she might have seen him, weak and hurt beyond belief, meant she averted her eyes.

They stop in front of the doors. Elayna takes a moment to inhale and steady herself before the doors open.

Aegon sits in a chair in the antechamber of his rooms. Elayna notes the blanket covering his legs but opts not to say anything.

“Your Highness.” Elayna curtsies deeply. She looks up as she straightens back up. Aegon nods.

“Lady Elayna.”

The two stare at each other from across the room.

“I was glad to hear of your survival.” Elayna starts. She does mean her words. While the news of him being alive was entwined with the news of Rhaenyra's death, she finds herself more comforted by the fact Aegon survived. “I... I did worry.”

“Lord Strong planned well.” Aegon dips his head. “Almost as well as Ser Tyland. Getting all the gold and you away, that is a lot to keep track of.”

“And I'm thankful he was able to do so.”

Aegon scrutinizes her. He narrows his eyes and stares at her in an almost calculating way. Elayna shifts. It's not an expression Elayna has seen on him before, and it almost makes her nervous. Aegon seems to see what he wants because he leans back slowly. A playful smile makes its way onto his face.

“Did the two of you fuck?”

Elayna barely manages to keep herself from withdrawing in shock. Instead, her nostrils flare with indignation. Aegon tries to raise his eyebrows. The motion causes him pain; it makes his jaw clench and eyes screw shut.

Instinctively, she steps forward, wanting to offer help and ease the pain in any way she can. Elayna almost reaches out to grab his hand but catches herself.

"Well?" Aegon still sounds in pain. His question covers his slip-up. "Did you or did you not fuck?"

“No. We didn't.” Her words come out a hiss. Aegon nods. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

“Do you want to?”

“That is not an appro-”

“ 'Tis a yes or no question.” Aegon looks at her.

“I...”

If Aegon were not so injured, he would raise his eyebrows and jut out his chin. He stares at her. Elayna screws her eyes shut.

“Answer me.”

She takes a deep breath.

“Yes.”

She tries to force herself to sound authoritative. If she owns it, it shan't feel so shameful. It shan't feel like a betrayal. It would be an answer to a question.

Instead, Elayna's voice comes out a soft whisper. It cracks almost. The single word rips and tears at something deep within her. Her husband has not even been dead a year, and yet, she openly admits to wanting another man. Shame swirls and screams in her brain.

She opens her eyes and looks back at Aegon. Aegon studies her, not quite detached but not necessarily in a familiar way. Her internal agony must show on her face because he speaks after a long moment.

“I don't ask to cause pain.” Aegon begins slowly. She can almost feel him roll his words around in an attempt to select the right phrasing. Eventually, he sighs. “The Small Council wants you to marry already.”

“They wish to get rid of me.” The words fall from her lips without thought. “They wish to get rid of the wife of a kinslayer.”

Aegon stays silent. He looks away for a moment. His throat bobs. Elayna needs no more confirmation.

“I know you love Aemond.”

The use of the present tense nearly brings Elayna to tears. Aegon doesn't seem to notice his slip up. Perhaps it wasn't a mistake. Perhaps the wording was intentional. Aemond may have di-

Is dead. Aemond is dead, but that doesn't mean Elayna's love for him died as well. Even if she herself feels as if part of her own soul passed the minute she was given the news, the love still lives on.

“I do.” She swallows. She blinks rapidly. The tears threaten to fall despite her efforts. Elayna turns her gaze to the ceiling and clears her throat. “His loss cannot be easy for you either. He is your brother.”

Aegon nods.

“He would want you safe.”

An idle question crosses her mind. She appreciates the warning about the Small Council's intentions, but to bring them up now seems strange. Tyland should be irrelevant to this conversation. Why does he feel like a focal point?

“What does this have to do with Tyland?” Aegon blinks with surprise at Elayna’s question. “You start by asking if I wish to sleep with him, and then speak of the Small Council and Aemond's wishes.”

“Nothing gets past you, dear sister.” Aegon nearly chuckles. The sound comes out weak. Elayna frowns. A small conversation such as this shouldn't be taking such a toll on him; it makes a small part of her ache to see him in such pain. “People need assurances. Especially the Westerlands.”

Elayna tilts her head. She regards him quietly. Each breath of his seems so labored. If she figures out what he's getting at, she can save him some agony.

“Aemond's children should grow up in their home.” Aegon rasps. Elayna studies Aegon.

“Are you... are you suggesting to marry me off to Tyland?” Elayna raises an eyebrow.

“You should have a husband you want to fuck.”

Elayna purses her lips and turns her head away, not because she finds herself disgusted with his comment but because she may laugh at it.

“I should.” Elayna decides on saying. Were she two years younger, she might have remarked on the fact most women don't get that choice. Instead, she holds her tongue. She turns back to face Aegon. “I accept.”

“Excellent.” Aegon raps the arm of his chair. He doesn't say what they're both thinking; Elayna's acceptance is just an illusion. The choice was already made. “You're dismissed.”

Despite the sun being above the horizon, the air grows cold as the chill of night begins to roll in. Elayna pulls her light cloak tighter around her shoulders. She's glad she thought to bring it on her walk in the gardens with Tyland.

It had become a daily ritual at Casterly Rock for the two of them to walk in the evenings. Despite what the maesters said, Elayna had refused to stay bedbound during the last months of her pregnancy. Tyland offered to walk with her after supper so she might get the movement she wanted while still supervised in case something were to go wrong. The ritual quickly became the favorite part of Elayna’s day.

“Aegon seems to have grown. He thinks more as a King should.”

Tyland nods his agreement. He keeps his stride even with Elayna's as they walk.

“I noticed much the same at the Council meeting. He's already looking forward to what the next year should bring.”

Elayna arches an eyebrow. “Had you told me two years ago that could even be possible, I would have called you a liar.”

“I'm sure it would not have been the worst thing you would have said of me two years ago.”

“No.” Elayna shakes her head almost violently. “Not you. Never you.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything in regards to that. Instead, he turns back to look in front of them.

“The King thinks we may need to bring a more favorable image back to the Crown. He seems to have an idea in mind already since he was asking about our reserves.”

“Well, an easy way to do that would be a royal wedding, but he has to be careful. I wouldn't trust just any bride.” Elayna purses her lips. “He could use that to his advantage. While he cannot mourn Queen Helaena all his life, a certain level must be expected. so long as the wedding occurs within a year, I don't think people will be too upset.”

Tyland tilts his head slightly before nodding in silent agreement.

“That is a way to bring people together, yes.”

The two walk in silence for a moment. As they do so, Elayna studies him. He looks almost lost in thought. His eyebrow almost press together while his mouth stays in a thin line. No one else is present in this portion of the gardens. Elayna nudges Tyland gently with her shoulder.

“Anything you wish to share?”

“Aegon brought up an interesting proposal to me.” Tyland turns to face Elayna. “He told me it may be suggested I take a wife.”

“Oh? And did he have anyone in mind?”

“Yes. You.” Tyland looks Elayna in the eye. “He suggested it as if the Council thought of it themselves.”

“And you think he came up with it himself?”

“I do.”

Elayna nods. “I think so too.” At Tyland’s confused expression, Elayna laughs softly. “He spoke with me about it earlier today.”

“And? What did you think?”

Elayna feigns an indifferent shrug.

“ ‘Tis a sound plan.” Elayna watches Tyland, gauging his reaction. She wants, no, needs to know if he wants to marry her. She could live with it, she supposes, if he doesn't want to. The cold and sudden feeling of dread at the thought of him saying no tries to tell her otherwise, but she does her best to ignore it.

“That's not an answer.”

“Tell me what you think first. Then I shall give my opinion.” Elayna bites the inside of her cheek to keep from giggling at Tyland’s expression.

“You're acting childish.”

“Oh? How exactly am I being childish?”

“ ‘Tis a yes or no answer.”

“And I shall answer once you give me yours.”

Tyland sighs.

“I agree with the decision.” He phrases his answer carefully. Elayna hums.

“Luckily for us all, I also agree with it.”

Sleep evades Elayna that night.

She tosses and turns, doing her best to let slumber overtake her. It never comes. Eventually, after the Seven knows how many hours, she gets out of bed. She might as well take advantage of her wakefulness and do something useful.

The knock on her door almost doesn't surprise her.

“Come in.”

The guard from earlier comes inside.

“The King wishes to speak with you.”

Elayna raises an eyebrow. The temptation to remark upon the hour is strong, but she keeps it to herself. If Aegon summoned her at such an hour, it was no doubt important. She wants to ask if she has time to change into a more acceptable robe at the very least. Instead, she reaches down and tightens her robe more.

“Very well.”

The halls are almost eerily silent. Elayna remembers even at night, she could hear people, albeit speaking more softly than usual. People fleeing the Keep no doubt contributes to it; most still seem to think it unsafe still. It unsettles Elayna. Nothing is as it was when she left, and it breaks her heart once more to think of all the little things lost. Nothing compares to the pain of losing loved ones, yet the lose of familiar sights and sound, of laughter and whispered gossip, hurts as well.

When she and the guards round one of the corners, she's surprised to see another set of guards. Tyland follows behind them. Elayna raises an eyebrow. Why would Aegon summon both of them? And at this hour nonetheless?

They follow wordlessly behind the guards. Elayna has no idea what to say. Eventually, Tyland leans towards her.

“Did they tell you what we're being called for?”

“No.” Elayna shakes her head.

Once they arrive at the doors to Aegon's chambers, the door swing open. Both of them enter, Elayna stepping in before Tyland. At first, Elayna doesn't see Aegon. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find him. She notices a large mound of cushions stacked in the corner. Eventually, she notices a gauzy curtain drawn across part of the room.

The doors shut behind both her and Tyland. Elayna turns to her head to look at Tyland. Tyland raises an eyebrow.

Aegon's voice comes from behind the curtain. In unison, the two of them turns towards the source.

“Are the two of you in agreement about the plan?”

Elayna looks to Tyland. She reaches her hand out to touch his. Her heart leaps into her throat when he takes her hand in his and intertwines their fingers.

“Yes.” Tyland speaks for both of them.

“Good. Then I shall proceed to the matter at hand. I want the two of you to fuck. And I want to watch.” Neither Tyland or Elayna move. Even though she can’t see him too well behind the curtain, Elayna knows Aegon makes a face and juts his chin out some. “Fornicate? Have sex? I know my dear sister knows how, but do you, Ser Tyland?”

Tyland genuinely looks offended. He pulls his head back and purses his lips. He doesn't manage to catch himself from twitching his upper lip with irritation and disgust. Elayna’s heart skips a beat for a second. His expression is endearing, not because it was a particularly attractive expression but because it makes sense for him.

“I do!”

“Excellent!” Aegon claps. “Then the issue is resolved.”

Heat rushes to Elayna’s face, embarrassment turning her pink. Tyland blinks.

“Your Grace, I'm not sure th-”

“Elayna has suffered enough misery. I won't stand by and let her suffer a husband who can't fuck her properly.” Aegon tilts his head. “Unless you can't get it up?”

“Aegon!” Elayna hisses.

“I do this for your sake.” Aegon tilts his head. “Would you rather take a chance on him not being able to please you?” He eyes the both of them. “If you are truly uncomfortable, you are free to go.”

Elayna meets Tyland’s eyes. Tyland stares at Elayna. He brings his hand up to her face. When he gently cups her face, Elayna's knees buckle at the tenderness of his touch. Behind the comfort and concern, Elayna sees a hunger mirroring her own. Tyland’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“We don't have to do this.” He whispers. “We can ask for oth-”

His genuine concern breaks her. Elayna closes the small distance between each other. She presses her lips against his. Tyland doesn't react for a minute. Panic begins to rise in Elayna for a second.

He kisses her back. The fear and anxiety evaporate.

Tyland kisses her as if he has wanted to do nothing more in his life. Elayna wonders if that's true. One hand finds the nape of her neck, fingers curling into her hair. Elayna responds in kind. Her touch isn't as gentle as his. She sinks her fingers into his hair. She traps the surprisingly soft and lustrous strands between her fingers.

If she's going to do this, she might as well do this as if it's the only chance she gets.

Experimentally, she tugs at his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt him but enough to see if he likes it. Elayna is no stranger to pain and rough treatment. Giving and receiving are as familiar as old friends. Either sets her body alight.

An idle thought crosses her mind. Tyland’s gentleness and consideration for her is the only instance where her body thrums as much as it did when Aemond manhandled her. It almost makes her want to provoke him. If she feels this way from him being caring, him being rough with her would turn her into a whimpering mess within seconds.

Elayna trusts him to build her back up once he breaks her. Hopefully he puts the same faith in her.

When she pulls again, Tyland lets out an unmistakable noise of pleasure. He squeezes her hip. Elayna grins into the kiss, following it with a nip to his lower lip. Tyland squeezes hard. He slips his free hand around to her back. She rewards him by scratching his scalp gently with her nails.

Elayna pulls away first. Tyland gazes at her with an almost dazed look. She likes it on him, how his lips are kiss bruised and how his eyes are dark yet gentle. He brings his hand from her back to her chin. He strokes his thumb over the curve of her cheek.

“Can I?” Tyland brings his other hand to the tie of her robe. From the look on his face, Elayna thinks the question isn't just about her robe. Elayna nods.

“Yes. Please.”

Tyland inhales. He undoes her dressing gown with deft fingers. The fabric slides off Elayna’s shoulders and hits the floor with a very soft, almost airy, noise. Her nightgown is a red silk, not as delicate or dainty as her robe. Elayna moves forward to kiss him again. One of his hands finds her hair while his other skates gently down her arm, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

This kiss is a little more desperate, a little more teeth and tongue. Her skin buzzes at every point of contact with him. She pushes against him, desperate for more. Her fingers dig into the fabric of his tunic.

“Take this off.” She pulls at the fabric. He nods. Elayna moves to give him space.

Tyland tosses his shirt off as Elayna turns behind them to the pillows she noticed stacked up in the corner. She grabs one of them and sets it on the ground in front of Tyland. Before she can lower herself down, Tyland leans down to kiss her. She almost giggles into the kiss.

“You don't have to.”

“I know. I want to.”

Elayna sinks to her knees. The plush pillow underneath her feels good. Her hands come up to begin to help him with his belt.

She pushes back onto her knees. Elayna moves with her intuition. She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out expectantly. She hears two sharp inhales. Only one of them matters to her.

“Fuck. You have a gorgeous cock.”

Before she can be embarrassed, Tyland groans at her words. Elayna smirks up at him. She looks up at him from under her eyelashes.

“Like it when I compliment you? Do you like hearing how handsome you are? How gorgeous this cock is?”

Oh, fuck. Elayna actually watches his dick twitch. It almost slaps against his stomach. The sight makes Elayna squirm, spreading her knees ever so slightly. Tyland brings one of his hands down to cup her cheek.

“Do you think I can take it all?” Elayna purrs. She revels in this new found confidence. She pushes her braids back. However, when she goes to lean forward, Tyland stops her by pressing his thumb to her lips.

“Let me... let me help.”

Elayna tilts her head but nods. Tyland presses his thumb against her lips more insistently. She parts them, wanting to see where he's going with this.

Her gasp of surprise doesn't make it past her lips. Tyland slips two fingers inside of her mouth. He looks down at her, concern clear on his eyes. Elayna opens her jaw wider to accommodate for the stretch. She inhales through her nose and smells metal, no doubt from Tyland’s rings. Tyland presses down experimentally on her tongue. Elayna lets out a small noise at the feeling.

Elayna about chokes when he presses the pad of his fingers on the back of her tongue. Her eyes water. She tilts her head up more to try and let his fingers slide further down. Tyland places his palm on her cheek.

“Good girl.” He murmurs. Fondness covers every word. “Can you take a little more?”

She tries to reply. A bit of drool slips down her chin. Elayna nods. Tyland pushes his fingers a little further back. This time, Elayna gags. Tyland shushes her.

“ ‘Tis okay.” He assures her. He pulls back his fingers for a second before pressing them forward again. Elayna accepts them eagerly. She flicks her tongue upward and along his fingers. She looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She wants more, needs more.

Her eyes nearly roll back in her head when he moves his fingers. Tyland starts slowly, giving her ample time to get used to the sensation of his fingers sliding back and forth along her tongue and towards her throat. Elayna moans. He thrusts his fingers at a slightly faster pace. She tries her best to take him further. The idea of her lips touching his rings makes her squirm.

“Breathe.”

Seven above. The simple command makes her head spin. She inhales through her nose as best she can. Tyland brings his other hand to her cheek. He strokes his thumb along her cheekbone. The gentle touch sits at odds with the way he's outright finger fucking her mouth now. Elayna spreads her legs. Her hand sneaks down between her thighs without her permission.

Tyland pulls his fingers from her mouth. Elayna gasps for air. Spit connects her lips to his fingers. She looks up at him. Instinctively, she opens her mouth wider and presents her tongue for him. Instead of spitting into her mouth, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She gasps at the contact. Elayna meets his gaze.

“You're doing good for me.” He praises. Elayna nods desperately. She wants him but needs to be good for him.

“Stick your cock in her mouth already.”

Tyland’s jaw twitches at the rudeness in the command. Nevertheless, he moves forward. Before he can even take his cock into his hands, Elayna pounces. She surges forward and licks the vein on the underside. Tyland chokes. Her free hand finds his base to keep him where she wants. As she traces her tongue along his length, she closes her eyes. She feels the tension in his body. Wordlessly, she reaches forward and takes one of his hands.

When Elayna pulls back, she opens her eyes.

“I don't mind.” Elayna carefully places Tyland’s hand at the back of her head. Tyland looks down at her. She gazes up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She tries to hide her grin. Tyland presses his thumb to her bottom lip. She opens her mouth in response.

Tyland takes himself in hand. Elayna flattens her tongue as much as she can. Carefully, Tyland pushes the tip into her mouth. Elayna works to curl her tongue around him. She watches as Tyland lets out a low hiss of pleasure.

She wants to hear more. She needs to hear more.

Tyland outright moans when Elayna pushes her head forward to take more of him in her mouth. She suction her cheeks as best she can. Her eagerness takes him by surprise. His fingers curl into her hair as she begins to move. Elayna brings her free hand up to work what doesn't fit in her mouth. Despite his length, she fits more into her mouth than she anticipates. After several minutes, she touches her lips to her hand.

The sounds in the room are positively obscene. All Elayna hears is the slick noises with every shallow thrust into her mouth, two sets of ragged breathing, and her own breath and heartbeat. Tyland begins to shallowly thrust into her mouth, still clearly trying to not hurt her. Elayna rewards him; she lets out a satisfied hum next thrust.

The moan he lets out goes straight to her head. She almost feels her eyes roll back into her head at the sound. Fuck. Listening to him makes her head spin in the best way. Elayna pushes her legs even further apart and rests her free hand on her upper thigh. Tyland tightens his grip on her hair. His chest heaves. His thighs tremble to keep himself in check.

She doesn't want that, she wants to see him lose control. She wants to see him lose control because of her.

Elayna looks up at him again. Tyland stares down at her. The look in his eyes almost makes Elayna whimper. He gazes down at her with an expression equal parts love and lust. A air of adoration lingers in his face, and the way he pushes her hair back gently just proves it. It fuels something deep within her. She pulls back to give herself a moment to breath.

When she goes back, Elayna takes him all the way to the base. She keeps her eyes locked on his. Tyland’s eyes go wide. His chest heaves, and he almost seems to struggle to breath for a second. Elayna doesn't stop until she feels her nose touch his skin.

“Fuck.” Tyland’s voice comes out as praise and want. In the single word alone, Elayna hears how much power she has over him. A giggle tries to escape her. Tyland throws his head back with a moan, fingers digging into her hair. “Don't...”

If she could, Elayna would smirk. She tries to relax her throat more around him. Tyland groans. His fingers tighten in her hair, and he pulls her back. Elayna looks up at him. The whine that escapes her even takes her by surprise.

Tyland kneels down to in front of her. He kisses her deeply once more. Elayna's eyes flutter closed at the sensation. His hands settle on her thighs. The sensation is muted against her because of her clothes. Elayna pulls away from him.

“Let me-”

“I've got it.”

Elayna pushes up enough off her knees and calves to pull the hem of her nightgown out from under her. Tyland's hands meet hers when the fabric comes up over her knees. She places her knees back down and presses more into a seated position. They work together to pull her dress up over her head and off her body.

“Beautiful.”

Elayna's skin heats up, from her chest to her ears at the compliment. He says it as if he wasn't even aware, as if the words just fell out of his mouth. Elayna's eyes find his. Tyland’s eyes are dark with desire.

“Lean back.”

Elayna leans back on the thick pillows, black with silver and red embroidery. Her chest heaves. Tyland grabs three pillows, two for him to presumably lay down upon. Having Tyland so close to her naked body makes her shiver. He has yet to look at her most intimate parts. The thought terrifies her. What if he is repulsed by her? Or doesn't want to?

Tyland’s hand on her hip brings her back to the present. She makes a small noise and turns her gaze to him.

“Up.” He taps her hip twice. Elayna presses upward; Tyland slides the pillow underneath her. The angle eases some pressure from her lower back. He pushes back, hands warm on her thighs. He pauses for a second to look up at her, expression soft. Elayna's heart pounds in her chest at the wordlessly check-in, and she nods.

“Yes. You can.”

She squeals when he grabs her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the pillow. The urge to pull away and hide herself almost overtakes her. She starts to pull away but before she can get far, Tyland takes careful hold of her calf. His beard brushes against the inside of her leg, just below her ankle.

Elayna gasps softly. He presses a gentle kiss to her skin. Her chest heaves. She stares at him with wide eyes. Tyland adjusts his hold on her and moves his lips lower. She lets her head fall back as he inches his lips down the inside of her leg. Her heart rate noticeable increases. She outright moans at the first contact of his beard and lips on her thigh. Her other leg falls out to the side.

When he reaches the top of her inner thigh, Tyland stares at her for a long moment. Elayna watches him. Her chest heaves, blood singing in her veins. Tyland wets his lips.

Her entire body erupts into flames. Heat surges through her. He hasn't even put his mouth to her, yet a keeping whine escapes her lips.

As soon as his tongue makes contact, Elayna's hands shoot out and find their way into his hair. Tyland starts with a slow, broad stroke. At the top, he stiffens his tongue to flick her clit.

“Fuck.” The curse leaves her as a sigh. Her hips follow the movement of his mouth. She tries to push up onto her forearms, but it isn't long before the pleasure racing through her means she can't keep herself propped up.

Tyland surprises her. He makes out with her pussy, not just eats her out. Every movement of his tongue is slow and methodical yet passionate. His mouth moves against her as if he was taking his time to kiss her. Elayna arches into it. When his tongue presses just to the left of Elayna’s clit instead of dead center, she moans.

Tyland notices. Of course he notices.

He turns his head slightly. The new position gives him better access to the spot. He puts a little more pressure there, not enough to hurt but enough to make every part of her body sing. Elayna's moans get louder. She grips his hair as she throws her head back. Pleasure surges through her with such intensity she almost tries to pull back. Her legs tremble around his head. Tyland doesn't let her escape, instead pining her down with one of his palms flat on her stomach.

“I-” Elayna tries to find herself, but the steady movement of his tongue against her makes all rational thought impossible. She nearly ruts against his face. All she thinks about is the feeling of his mouth against her.

She arches almost entirely off the pillows when he slips his tongue inside of her. Tyland curls his tongue up until he presses against something inside of her that makes her wail. Her whole body trembles. He moves his head, and the dam inside her breaks.

Tyland slowly makes his way up her body, his lips ghosting over her skin. The care with which he treats her makes her float as much as what he does. Tyland stops and hovers above her.

“You can.” She murmurs.

The stretch as he pushes inside her cause a moment of discomfort. It's the first time someone has been inside her since she's given birth. She breathes through it until he bottoms out.

Oh, she's missed this, this feeling of fullness, of slotting together perfectly. Elayna stares up at him. Eyes wide as she does so, she brings her right hand to his face. Tyland groans. He takes the silent invitation. His thrust start slow and unhurried. She rocks her hips into his. It feels good, pleasure coursing through her veins.

Still. She wants more. She needs more.

Elayna wraps her legs tight around his waist. She tries to encourage him to go faster by digging her heels into his low back. Tyland hisses.

“Elayna...”

“I'm not going to break.”

The encouragement makes his hips stutter. Elayna squeals when he shifts back onto his knees, bringing her hips with him. Her head stays down and back arches. The angle causes her eyes to roll back into her head.

“Fuck.”

Despite the change in angle, he keeps his movements slow and unhurried. The drag of his cock inside her, along her walls, sends a pleasant rush through her. Having her head down with her lower body lifted helps. Elayna whimpers.

“Harder.” The word spills from her lips unbidden, both a demand and a gasp at the same time. Tyland gives into her. It's still not enough.

Elayna doesn't want tenderness. Her whole body and soul aches for it, but she doesn't want it. She wants rough and hard; she wants to forget everything. Elayna craves the idea of being broken down into nothing.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” Elayna gasps out. “Like you should.”

She doesn't know how she means it. He should hate her, loathe her. What has she done but asked of him, taken and taken without ever giving? He should fuck her as he sees fit. Elayna wants that, to finally give.

Tyland stops. Elayna actually whines her displeasure. She stares at Tyland, fighting to keep both her confusion and hurt off her face. He's still hard inside her. She clenches around him in an effort to make him move, but he doesn't. Tyland lets out a low hiss but his hips stay still.

“Why'd you stop?”

Tyland looks down at her. His normal put together and slicked back hair falls in his face. His eyes trail over her face.

“No.” He murmurs. Elayna feels her bottom lip tremble. Tyland quickly shushes her, pressing his lips to her forehead. He swallows. “I... I've wanted this. Far longer than you realize.”

“I feel the same.” Her heart pounds hard against her ribs at the admission. This time, when Elayna bucks her hips, he matches her movement.

“Elayna. This is, mmhmmm, this is serious.” Tyland drops down onto one forearm. He presses the other between them and across her hips in an attempt to keep her still. “I... fuuuck, I want. To do this. I want to do this how I've been dreaming about.”

Fuck. She clenches hard around him. Tyland hisses. Elayna swallows hard. A longing, the ever present longing, rears its head. Hesitantly, she nods.

“I trust you.”

Each stroke stays slow yet intense. Tyland keeps his movements unhurried, as if he's trying to savor every moment. He keeps his gaze on her, watching and drinking in every expression on her face. Elayna finds herself watching him back. Even as she digs her nails into his back, her eyes stay on his.

Every noise falling out of Elayna’s mouth comes out soft yet sweet, a symphony she wasn't even aware she could make. She knows how loud she can be or how high pitch she can get. The noises coming from her almost feel brand new, different. They feel natural. Each breathy moan fits perfectly into the moment.

Elayna presses her palms flat on Tyland’s shoulder blades. The urge to dig her nails into his skin never appears. Instead, she clings to him. Her legs lock around his hips, ankles crossing over the other. He shifts slightly, and the angle makes Elayna tilt her head back with a soft sob.

He presses his forehead to hers. Elayna tries her best to keep eye contact with him, but between the building pleasure and tears, she struggles. An almost whine escapes her. Tyland adjusts, lifting his forehead to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I've got you.” He moves one hand and takes hold of hers. Tyland interlaces their fingers. Elayna gasps. The simple gesture makes her head spin in a delicious way. She finds an odd eroticism in it. Even now, his tenderness takes her breath away.

This time, Elayna doesn't fight it. She lets herself accept it. The thought she doesn't deserve such treatment never surfaces. She squeezes his hand back.

Tyland shushes her gently. Elayna realizes a second later she's crying. Tears stream down her face, not big fat ones she associates with sadness.

He kisses her.

Tyland kisses her, and her whole world collapses. Elayna nearly sobs as she crests, body trembling in pleasure. The edges comes slowly and gently at first. However, as it begins to wash over her, she feels it build. The pleasure goes from nice to intense as it continues. Elayna clings to him. She holds onto him as if he's her lifeline. When she squeezes his hand, Tyland rubs his thumb over the back of her hand.

He loves her.

The realization washes over her as her orgasm did, a steady and pleasant feeling that builds in intensity. Tyland loves her. He doesn't have to say it; she sees it now. The look on his face as he stares at her, lust and awe written on his face in equal parts, tells her as much.

He loves her.

Fuck. She loves him too.

The words almost fall from the tip of her tongue. She keeps them at bay. Instead, she buries her face into his shoulder, letting out a pathetic whine. She pulls him as close as she can, heels locked around his back and palms on his shoulder blades to pull him even closer. Tyland moves his hips in shorter movements. Elayna pants against his skin. Her mouth won't form words; she settles for kissing his neck.

That undoes him. He gives three more shallow thrusts before he stills. He collapses, trying his best to keep himself from pining her completely underneath him. After a moment, Elayna feels a small amount of cum begin to leak out of her.

Unbidden, the thought of her being pregnant again rises to the forefront of her mind. Elayna sees it so clearly in his mind, the way Tyland would hold her and dote on her. She'd want for nothing. She clenches around him, causing him to hiss.

A rustling catches her attention. Behind the curtain, Elayna spots movement. Aegon pulls away and pushes back. An undeniable air of shame comes from him. Tyland senses it too; he presses himself back onto his forearms.

“Go.” Aegon croaks from his unseen position. Elayna says nothing, just lets Tyland pull her up once he gets to his feet.

Her body sits heavy, exhausted yet satiated. Every bit of her feels boneless. A relief sits within her she hasn't felt in a while. Between her crying fit and finally feeling the touch of someone after months, every bit of resistance and ache in her body disappears for the moment. Everything from her legs to her jaw loosens, almost to the point of making her wobble.

Elayna almost feels fuzzy at the edges. Not in a bad way. If anything, she needs it. For too long, her walls have been up. She’s held onto her need to be a bastion, both for those around her and the idea of being seen as weak and wanting tears her apart. This need has only been detrimental to her; Tyland was right when he told her she couldn’t keep on as she has.

The walk back to her chambers takes a minute. Elayna makes a mental note of the look on Tyland’s face when he watches her; she can’t give him any hell right now, but she can at a later point.

Once back in her chambers, Elayna makes her way over to her vanity. She doesn’t need to look into the mirror to know her hair is a mess, multiple thick strands out of her braids. Carefully, she sits down at the vanity. Elayna undoes her braids. A quiet satisfaction builds within her body as she begins to brush out her hair.

It’s been so long since she’s done this. Elayna knows she can explain away her hair by citing bedhead, but she likes doing this. She always did it as a post-sex ritual when married to Aemond. She moves almost on autopilot.

She inhales slowly and then exhales slowly. She lifts her head to look at herself in the mirror. Elayna stares at her reflection. A smile plays about her lips. The woman looking back seems content, fulfilled. It's not a familiar sight but a sorely missed one.

Eventually, she stands and stumbles over to her bed. The sheets lay rumpled from earlier, but it's easy enough to make herself comfortable.

She falls asleep almost instantly when her head hits the pillow. Her sleep is dreamless.

Only when she wakes up does the reality of yesterday hit her.

She stretches slowly, the pleasant ache in her body reminding her of what happened. Based on the low light filtering through the curtains, she thinks it must be early morning. Her back cracks. Elayna smiles. She rolls over onto her side, preparing her speech as to why they should stay in bed the rest of the day instead of attending to important matters.

The other side of the bed sits empty and cold.

Tyland isn't there. Elayna frowns softly and reaches out into the empty space. She blinks. Despite no one being around to see her blunder, she feels silly, foolish. Of course he wouldn't be there.

Aemond should be the one there.

Aemond isn't either.

Aemond is never going to be there ever again.

Instantly, Elayna shrinks and curls in on herself, all good mood gone with a single thought. Even after all these months, she misses waking up beside him. It's been worse since the birth of the twins. The amount of times she's woken up, hoping against all odds it was a dream and Aelon and Reynard will be snuggled between the two of them is uncountable. Elayna sighs. She buries her head in her pillow.

Aemond isn't here. He'll never be here again. Elayna blinks back tears. An ugly voice rises amongst the wave of sadness hitting her. She thought first of Tyland when she awoke. She didn't think of Aemond, her deceased husband, but thought instead of another man. Not just another man but a Lannister.

She bites down hard on the edge of the pillow she curled around in a desperate bid to hide her face. Still, she doesn’t manage to muffle all of the wail wanting to break free from her. An almost detached part of her likens it to a wounded animal. Elayna wishes the thought hadn’t occurred to her; it feels as if she ripped apart a wound on her own and poured salt inside of it.

As she lays there, another thought begins circling her brain. This one is worse than the others. This one makes her want to puke, bile threatening to rise. It’s a summation of everything, she supposes, of every blunder and mistakes.

What has she done.

#hotd big bang 2024 #Tyland Lannister x OFC #Aemond Targaryen x OFC #oc: elayna reyne #NSFT #Persephone writes

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It's Visceral And It's Cruel

Burnt Over And Over Again

He Saw Her At Daybreak

Struck By Fire Drowned By The Sea

*Burnt Over And Over Again* (Modern Au)

So I am currently working on this MAJOR sex scene for the upcoming chapter (chapter 5). BUT I'm actually in the process of reworking it. The initial draft was like 80% finished 🤣💀

I'M SORRY, I was actually so close to being ready to edit and then post. But the further I went with that version, it just wasn't giving what it was meant to give. And to share my thoughts/struggles with this plot point/scene without spoiling the entire scene. If y'all remember, chapter 4 has Rhaena and Aemond bickering like an old married couple in a nightclub in Prague. And as their drama progresses, Aemond finds a way to get Rhaena alone so they can have a private tense conversation. Their sexual tension builds up to a point where they HAVE to do something about it.

Semantics I guess, but there's a ✨mood✨ I'm trying to convey and it's SOO hard to convey it genuinely, idk why 🤣 Like Rhaena is in denial, but she's CLEARLY still very attracted to him. And he's down so BADDD for her, but he's also really frustrated and annoyed with the current state of their relationship. Like the sex isn't going to be all that frantic, because of the way I've slowly built the tension. But at the same time, Aemond's frustration still needs to be present? At least I want it to be? Like I want him to coax her into this, because deep down she definitely wants it, she's just in denial.

Am I making any sense? I don't really know 🤣 I just don't want it to sound like coercion, and that feels like such a fine line with this scene for some reason 😩 like he's definitely not forcing her to do anything, but he is leading this whole thing. The key for me, is making it really feel like she's down for this and welcoming it all physically even if she's still trying to keep him at arm's length emotionally... UGHH it's a fine line fr.

My goal is to update this fic before I move onto any others. So fingers crossed for meeee 😭

(I'm also working out some more background lore for this modern au universe, like what everyone in the family does career wise, I'm working out who has pets and whatnot, expanding the lore of Rhaena's former relationship with Dalton since I initially made it rather vague...SOOOO get ready for this whole story to expand as it goes. Because I kinda want this story to be a bit more than short fic now 😂)

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*It's Visceral And It's Cruel* (reg medieval time period)

Nowww this is my bread and butterrrr 🤣 I have about 13k of next chapter (chapter 9) written and ready for editing. BUT I still have about 5 scenes to go, or at least those were scenes I originally planned to include in this chapter.

I'm starting to think adding in all of those scenes will make this chapter TOO long if I include them all here 💀 like I added in two extra scenes to make the narrative flow in a more interconnected manner. But in doing that, it's definitely going to make this chapter too long. And the final scene I initially had for this chapter was going to be the Royal Hunt shenanigans. And THAT is a scene/plot point that needs a lot of time/words dedicated to it. Especially since it's going to be written from Aemond's POV, and that boy is going to be going THROUGH it watching Rhaena purposely flirt with literally every other man there EXCEPT for him 🤣🤣

So I think I'm going to move the hunt over to chapter 10 (even though I promised it would be here 😭😭). Because logically...like I must 😂 I can't let this chapter be 40k in length, I'd take DAYSSS to edit it if I did🤣💀

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*He Saw Her At Daybreak* (horny married Rhaemond Fic)

UMMMM I actually have no clue when I plan to work on the next chapter LMAO 😂 There are a few things I need to map out plot wise. Like slight spoilers:

But here are the scenes I'm planning on including in chapter 10:

• Actually showing Aemond flying over to Driftmark and interacting with Grandma Rhaenys (for the Spice Towk salt that Rhaena craves).

•Aemond and Aegon actually discussing their mother returning to court for the birth of the baby.

•I want to slip in a sex for Rhaemond, since ya know, this IS the horny fic 🤣and this is my last chance to include the lactation kink before the baby gets here, so I must do it 😂 I'm also thinking that scene could definitely start with pregnant Rhaena being a little self conscious about her body before a family event. Like I haven't had much of that insecurity mentioned for her.

•The family event being the Valyrian equivalent Yule/Christmas holiday event, that's going to be like a nice wholesome gift giving scene. Targ family shenanigans.

•ALL culminating with Rhaena's water breaking and the baby finally coming. Like this baby is COMING in this chapter, most definitely 😂😂 we are ending the chapter with Rhaemond happily holding their newborn baby.

So there's a lot to write, and I'm still only on the first scene 💀💀 but hey, now the 10 of you so still tune in, have an idea of what's to come! 😂😂

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*Struck by Fire, Drowned By The Sea* (Pirate Fic)

LORD, I PROMISE I HAVEN'T FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONEEEE. AGHHH oddly enough, like this writing process feels like the sex scene in BO&OA, I can't seem to land on the vibe™ for the next chapter (chapter 5). And it's not even a sex scene, so Idk why I'm overthinking it all 🤣🤣

It's weird, really. I usually have a really easy time writing from Aemond's POV for my other fics, but since Pirate Captain Aemond is more of a mystery to both Rhaena and the audience. It for some reason feels a lot harder 💀🤣 like it shouldn't be, but it is 🤣🤣 I've rewritten/restarted this chapter at least 6 times trying various ways to tell the same scene, seeing how much I should give away in his inner thoughts or not. And I just haven't landed on a good ratio for him, like we all know this IS Aemond. But there's still so much of his past that hasn't been revealed, and it's all still a mysterious element for captive Rhaena, she's still trying to figure him out... especially since they've never really met until now.

Their relationship is going to be SOMETHING wild, if I can get past this damn chapter 🤣🤣

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This just feels like me explaining in depth, four various types of writer's block 🤣🤣

Anywaysss, if any of y'all have any suggestions or helpful ideas, for any of these fics, I'm very open to them 💖

#rhaemond #aemond x rhaena #rhaena x aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #fic updates #it's visceral and it's cruel #ivaic updates!!#burnt over and over again #bo&oa updates!!#he saw her at daybreak #hshad updates!!#struck by fire drowned by the sea #sbfdbts updates!!

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 10 days ago

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So we are speculating it will be set in Russia or at least themed given the colours of the flag, reblog of the Duchess and I forgot the other reasons. And we know you're not a stranger to Russian stuff and a fan of this era..

💙 Blue was often associated with the nobility in Russia, saying they're 'blue-blooded'. It also came to represent authority. So I take it this will be Aemond since he gives off rich and nobility vibes with the Saphire eye.

🦇 Bat is suggesting a vampire, batman or someone is working with bats, in like a conservative thing (maybe). Also bats share regurgitated blood with each other to bond so do the Targs do this? I know you're not scared to dapple in weird ideas 😂

🌹Rose definitely gives the vampire trying to win over reader or like someone else said, Beauty and the Beast themed where the vampire is trying to throw off a curse by getting the reader to love him for who he is deep inside.

Red flowers are also given to family members to show love. So it's not always romantic. It also has medicinal properties... They also harvested later than normal so they're able to pick up more sunlight unlike their vampire growers...

🐚 Shell could be MC's collecting as someone who has a few in her bag rn lmao. But there is symbolism in them and the major one is protection to ward off evil spirits. So does MC's mother give her a shell to ward off the vampires? On the other hand, they are also seen as bridges to the supernatural and seen as representing life cycles and transformation (does MC turn into a vampire to save her or whatever?) Also seen as symbols of the heart & religion.

🔥 Fire can be seen because Russia folklore believes burning a family member's portrait makes them haunt the house. Fire also bevause it's seen as rebirth (becoming vampire), but also I can see MC allowing the house to burn to kill the evil vampires off.

Maybe Russia has nothing to do with your next fic. 😂 if it is close to what you've wrote, I can delete it

Wow I am shook about this!!! Bestie, you truly have a lot of great thoughts here, and you are 100% correct about certain things...I don't think I can tell you WHICH things...but you'll know when the first chapter is posted. All will become clear soon... 😅🥰 Also I love love LOVE when y'all come up with theories that teach me cool niche trivia, I'm learning so much! 😍

I am already so excited for this new fic, I think I have a few big surprises in store for y'all 😏❤️💙

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runawaymun · 11 months ago

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End of Year Fic Recs <3

Happy New Year y'all!!!! I got tagged by both @deadqueernoldor & @camille-lachenille for this and what better day to fill it out than December 31st.

I must confess I haven't had the time or energy to read a lot of fics this year, but this is a great excuse to look back on the ones I have read and sort through my bookmarks!!!! I am going to cheat for some of these, purely because I'm very behind on fic reading. So not all of these will be fics that were posted this year, but they're fics that I read this year and loved.

So here we go with some recs:

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Prefacing this by saying that I have not kept up with a lot of multichaptered fics this year 😭 but I will try to rec some that I have been religiously reading!

1. Sacrifice - Sekikaru (unsure if the author is on tumblr, nothing comes up for the tag!) [Original Fiction]

Hanyu is a human who has been delivered as a sacrifice to one of the powerful seafaring beings his people worship as gods. Antony is a bored vampire looking forward to a simple meal and a quiet new servant. Neither gets quite what he is expecting. But as old enemies resurface and the old order proves unsustainable, they might just find in each other exactly what they need.

Listennnn I read this on a whim while sick one day and it gripped me instantly. Every OC is fantastic. It's outstandingly queer. The author explores a lot of really difficult topics with incredible depth and care, and there have been points at the plot where I have yelled out loud or fist pumped. It's insane. It is so, so, so good. Rated E, though, and not just for smut. It can get very intense at some points. It is so, so so good. I've been meaning to do art for it one of these days.

2. The Secret of Formenos House - @jaz-the-bard

Once, Maedhros and Fingon were engaged to be married, before Maedhros broke it off for reasons unknown, and with his family took to the secluded manor of Formenos House. After their departure, only Maedhros ever came to Lindon to speak with his other kin again. The truth was that in the isolation of Formenos House a curse came upon Fëanor and his children, killing nearly all of them and leaving Formenos widely considered to be haunted. But when the curse abates from Maglor unexpectedly, he and Maedhros discover that they are now the guardians of two very sick children whose parents were lost at sea. Maedhros and Maglor might not be the caretakers Elrond and Elros need, unable to give them the spotless reputations they need to make their way in Society as orphans, but once the twins recover, they refuse to be sent to anyone else. It's up to the last remaining lords of Formenos House to turn the manor into a home.

I'm behind on this but it's Jaz, it's a Victorian AU, it's a kidnap fam. WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE. It's so good.

3. Aemond, First of His Name - @ellrond

Aegon Targaryen was never fit for rule. He begged with his brother to let him disappear, and his brother helped him. Said brother took the burden upon his shoulders to rule as king, and to crush the threat of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Canon divergence, Aemond is king and Aegon, not allowed to disappear for fear of inciting rebellion, has been sworn to his brother’s Kingsguard. Heavy Aemond/Helaena. Chapters with smut will be described as such.

EXCELLENT. STELLAR. OUTSTANDING. Prose, at times, feels just like GRRM's. The characterization is perfect. It's so delicious. I love it so much and the plot bunny is so intriguing!

4. We Will Make This Place Our Home - @leucisticpuffin

Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again. It will take a lot of work to turn a house full of ghosts into anything resembling a home.

Once again, a kidnap fam AU that I'm terribly behind on but enjoying nonetheless!!!! Excellent characterization and writing. I know I keep saying that, but that's what's really important to me in fics -- so naturally I love this one!

5. Vincarna - morgana-deryn (unsure if author is on Tumblr, if anyone knows lmk so I can tag them!)

When her life went from bad, to worse, to unbearable, she prayed for change. She could never have expected the answer she got. It came in the form of creatures that shouldn't exist, in a city too beautiful for words, in a heart that no longer beat. It should have been impossible, and yet there she was, living a life she wouldn't have been able to dream for herself. Elrond/OFC slowburn friends to lovers

Another one of those fics I picked up while sick and then really, really loved. The OC is a really well fleshed out human, with lots of wants, needs, trauma, and skills - and the Elrond characterization is perfect! I also really enjoyed the language barrier. It's something that gets ignored in a lot of these kinds of fics, but it's handled really well here!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Without the Leave of Thee - @jaz-the-bard

Celebrían is hosting a fairy revel, and she's determined to impress Elrond, who's promised to be in attendance. It's hard to hold herself back from stealing him away as the fae do to their lovers, but she knows it'd be a bad idea. But what is she supposed to do, when Elrond goes and eats from the basket of magic pears from her garden?

What can I say? This was a gift for me and it's Celrond + Fae elves it's like a no brainer. Jaz is a genius and the prose is so damn pretty & the characterization is PERFECT.

2. The First Water - @ellrond

“How did we first meet?” “You gave me water.” The first meeting of Galadriel and Elrond as a child is mentioned in Rings of Power. This is an incorporation of the kidnapping of Elrond and Elros by Maedhros and Maglor with that story. Not very happy.

Amazing fic based on one of my favorite moments in the show, and one of the moments I found most intriguing. The prose is really vivid and I just loved the portrayals of both Galadriel and Elwing in this.

3. Stirring - @slightnettles

Just a mostly sappy vignette for Rings of Power Valentine's Week. (Day 1: OTP)

Brimbrond is my other Elrond otp, and @slightnettles writes them perfectly. I adore this fic & come back to it often.

4. I Promise You You're Not Broken (I Promise You There's More) - @maglor-my-beloved

It is late in the evening when Celebrimbor is informed of the Elf who had arrived at the gates of Ost-in-Edhil and yielded to the guards, pleading to be brought to the realm's Lord. A strange Elf comes to Eregion. Celebrimbor meets a long-lost cousin.

So many pretty turns of phrase!!! So many incredible descriptions!!! I am just obsessed with the idea of Celebrimbor taking Maeglin in. AAA.

5. Braided - @glorf1ndel

Artanis and Celeborn are fascinated by each other's braids.

Hair customs among the elves!!!!!!!! Celeborn x Galadriel!!!! EVERYTHING I LOVE. Plus it is so well written!!!!

6. (I know, I'm cheating. I love this fic though!) A Million Miles Apart (I hold you close) - @raointean

"Elrond took a sharp breath in surprise. Eärendil’s fëa was not white-hot and blindingly bright like he had imagined the soul of a star to be. It was instead vibrantly colorful and full of life." OR Elrond speaks to his father for the first time since he left.

Listen. If you've followed me for some time you know I'm very iffy on my feelings about Eärendil. This fic made me like him.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Sugar and Diamonds - @nocompromise-noregrets

Celebrían, visiting Imladris for Midwinter with her mother, has a very important conversation with Elrond.

This was a gift for me and I'm obsessed with it. Celrond getting together!!!!! <3 <3 <3

2. bijebtorv’afâh - @arofili

Fíli comes to terms with his identity.

When I say this fic lives RENT FREE in my brain!!! The worldbuilding, the bead-making, Fili...everything is so good. Read it read it read it.

3. All The Ways to Love - @thatfeanorian

When Fingon is forced into an arranged marriage with a cousin he has never met before, he expects the worst. Soon, however, he will realize that Maedhros is not at all what he expected and might in fact be exactly what he has been looking for his whole life. featuring Mae's terrible mental health, Fingon's stubborn determination to make Mae love himself, and Feanor who naturally tries to ruin everything.

I know I recommend this fic regularly but it just hits all my buttons, okay? It's formative Russingon for me. I love it to death & reread whenever I'm sad!

4. All That Is Left - @tuuliii

When Nerdanel has finished the face of Fëanor she looks him in the eye, satisfied. "Some of my best work", she says and strokes his cheek. A tear glides down her own and falls to the while marble floor. "You left me. You left me and now all that is left of you are statues…” A story about Nerdanel and her family in five parts.

My favorite Nerdanel character study. It's so fucking good.

5. Under Strange Stars - @idrilsscribe

Barely a long-year after the Last Alliance all is not well in Imladris. Elrond's household has been dealt a crippling blow: a very young Elrohir has disappeared. After decades of false leads he is found in the Far South of Middle-Earth. Can Glorfindel rescue the House of Earendil once more? His task is not an easy one: Elrohir has no memory of who he was, and little interest in leaving his people's fight against the Black Númenóreans of Umbar ...

One of the first LOTR fics I ever read, and it's a favorite. I recommend this one a lot, too, but for good reason!!! The whole series is excellent and honestly just peerless.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

I actually haven't done a lot this year. Here's what I've been working on:

Beneath a Boundless Sky (WIP)

Set directly after the events of And the Stars Shine the Same -- Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal. Meanwhile, the twins set out to join Legolas and investigate the source of the mysterious Shadow which attacked Rivendell, but are held up in Rhovanion. In Greenwood, something evil festers beneath the trees. Only Lothlorien, protected by Nenya, seems to be safe...but for how long? Rhovanion stands on the brink of political catastrophe. Sickness spreads through the Misty Mountains, and to make matters worse...something is wrong with the children. A story about dysfunction and trauma, healing, the breaking of trust and of regaining it, and also the birth of the Kingdom of Rohan, redemption, and hope...if I can pull it off. No graphic depictions, some dark content ahead, mature themes.

This one is a continuation of the And the Stars Shine the Same series! Elrond centric, focusing mostly on the Peredhil fam -- but there are a lot of OCs and sideplots, too :)

To Partake (WIP, rated E.)

Even if it takes until the breaking of the world, Celebrimbor is determined to help Elrond feel comfortable in his own bones. He is too precious a creature to hate himself so much. (Or, the one where shortly before the scheduled mission to Khazad-dûm, Gil-Galad offers Celebrimbor a taste of his herald. Celebrimbor accepts, and regrets it.)

Based on the characterizations in Rings of Power, because I wanted to put the relationship between Elrond and Gil-Galad in the first season of the show under a microscope, but it isn't necessary to have seen the show to read this fic. I veer completely off of the canon events of the show after episode 5, and simply never return to the show's plot -- sticking a lot closer to the Silm.

There are several really difficult scenes in the fic, but I have tried to be very thorough in warning readers at the start of the associated chapters. If you really love Gil though this might not be a fic for you. He is uhhhhh--- well I am trying to fix him, but he remains a very large looming antagonist so far.

Really, it's an Elrond character study (exploring how his childhood trauma affects his current relationships with everyone in the second age, and how he grows into the strong leader we all know and love) disguised as shipfic porn. It's got me in an absolute vice rn. I've had such a blast working on it.

#fic recs #happy new year!

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 1 year ago

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Pick Mel's Next Fic

I wanna get y'all's input for what I should add to the rotation once Studious ends, because I only have the bandwidth to work on three things at a time (The Silver Dragon, A Companion, and whatever y'all pick; Monsters in the Garden will be continued as it comes to me). I've included headers and summaries for each fic candidate, and a poll at the end for y'all to vote on. Thanks so much for your help!

Storge, Philia, Eros, and Agape (Osferth x Reader)

When he arrives in Coccham to join with Lord Uhtred Ragnarsson's band of righteous warrior, Osferth does not get the greeting he expected. Uhtred himself is very clear that he has only accepted the young monk to irritate his father, and the few warriors he is introduced to delight in picking fun at him. Still, it is better than the monastery, the Lady of the estate is kind to him, and the servant girl who leads him to his new chambers is... something entirely new to Osferth. Something that, perhaps, will help him understand what the Bible means when it speaks of love.

This story will not be told in chronological order. I have a few chapters planned out, the first of which actually takes place in season 5 (no, it's not that, don't worry). My plan is for me to post this as an interconnected series of one-shots that can be read on their own. As I said, I have a few scenes planned out, but other than that, I will be writing based on requests from y'all! You can ask for a specific scene from the show, a moment we don't see on the show, or even just a vague prompt! As long as it fits the dynamic, I'll write it!

Star Trek AU: That Pointy-Eared Blond Bastard (Vulcan!Aemond x Human(?)!Reader)

You are Aemond's greatest rival at Starfleet Academy. Or you would be, if he cared enough to have rivals. Vulcans don't care that much. But Aemond is only half Vulcan. And you... you bring out something decidedly non-Vulcan in him.

Aemond just has such inherent Vulcan vibes that this has always been in the back of my mind. And since SOMEONE (@valeskafics ) already made a Star Wars AU, I have to bring nerd balance back to this site. This is a academic-rivals turned professional-rivals story with lots of pining, denial of feelings (false), and secrets kept on both sides. And, of course, since I am a Trekkie for life, there will also be lots of references and astro-political intruige...

So, without further ado:

I'm leaving this up for a week, bc I know I'm posting this at a weird time, and Studious VI definitely won't be up within the next week so I have time to dive into whichever fic wins. If y'all have any questions about either of these before you make your choice, just shoot me an ask and I'll be happy to answer!

#aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd fic #hotd fanfiction #hotd x reader #ewan mitchell

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icarusignite · 2 years ago

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An Eye for an Eye (part 8)

A/N: Instead of linking all the previous chapters I’ve decided to just link the masterlist here cuz it’s easier as the number of chapters increases. I’ll go ahead and link the masterlist on previous chapters as well so it’s more convenient to hop from chapter to chapter using that. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Word Count: 1933

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That morning at the Red Keep was a tumultuous one. Sometime just before daybreak, Aemond dragged himself to his study where he had spent the last few nights. He could not bear to return to the room he once shared with Daenys. He didn't even bother settling on one of the chairs, instead choosing to collapse on the floor and leaning his head against the wall wearily. He examined the blood on his hands. His mind was foggy and he reminded himself that he should be washing the blood off right now before anyone saw him, but he could not bring himself to get up. It seemed fitting, a poetic justice of sorts. He had the blood of his nephew on his hands, he had killed him after all, and yet his hands had remained untainted of the incriminating crimson liquid. And now he was covered in the blood of the one he loved most. He laughed self-depreciatingly, knowing that before this war was finished, he would be covered with a lot more blood. Perhaps even with the blood of his family. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, it was he who had sparked the first flame and now his family was under even more threat.

Aemond took a deep breath, willing himself to clear his mind, but his thoughts kept returning to the events of the previous hours. He hated himself more now, if that was even possible. He wished he could have been faster, more reactive. He wished he had gotten there earlier, had somehow managed to knock the knife out of Daenys's hands before she carved up her own face. He had just stood there and watched like some shell-shocked fool. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't really think she'd do it, didn't think she had it in her. Her final act had made him realize just how much her brother's death had affected her, unhinged her in some way. Looking at the blood under his fingernails again, he abruptly stood. Seized with the manic urge to scrub his hands until they bled, he could not stand the idea of having her blood on him for even an instant longer. That is how Alicent found him, minutes later, standing in his day-old clothes, frantically scouring his palms.

"Aemond? What's wrong?" Alicent's voice startled him and he looked up, his eyes wide.

Alicent herself looked like she had rushed out of bed and thrown on her robe haphazardly without a care for her appearance. Aemond thought it was quite unusual for his mother, given that she always did her best to look put together and meticulously tidy.

"Nothing mother. Nothing is wrong. You should go back to bed, it is very early," he tried to lull her back into a state of calm.

"What do you mean nothing is wrong? What are you doing, and did you not change for bed last night? You look out of sorts my dear, " Alicent's eyes fell on his hands and they widened. They flickered upwards to trace his face and her frown deepened.

"Mother...."

"Is that blood?"

"Mother wait...I" Aemond's loss of words did nothing to ease his mother's nerves.

"It's blood isn't it? It's on your hands. Is that what you're trying so desperately to wash away? It's on your face too," she pointed at his forehead in horror and Aemond cursed himself. He must have smeared it accidentally.

"Mother no, it's nothing. I just..."

Alicent started to blabber faster, not giving him a chance to explain. Aemond sighed and approached her, slowly placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to soothe her but it had the opposite effect. He could tell that something was bothering her, something that had driven her to leave her chambers at such a time to seek him out.

"Mother, mother, calm down. Tell me what happened. Why are you up so early? Is it Aegon, has he disappeared again, is that why you came looking for me?"

"It's Daenys. I couldn't sleep. It hasn't been easy these past few days and I keep thinking it must have been even harder for her. I sent the maids to look after her last night and they told me what happened. How she's been hurting herself, and I wanted to see for myself this morning. But...but she's not there. She's gone!"

"Ah yes, about that mother..."

"Then I come to find you and see you scrubbing blood from your hands. And why is there a bloody knife on the floor in your study?" Alicent was near hysterical at this point.

Aemond cursed himself yet again. He didn't even remember taking the knife. He must have picked it up in his daze and left it somewhere in plain sight. He did not understand his mother's panic though.

"Mother I am ok. I am not hurt. The blood...it is not mine. You have nothing to worry about. I'm right here."

"You killed her didn't you?"

Almond recoiled, his hands dropping from her shoulders instantly. He took a step back in horror.

"What? Why did you just say?"

"I asked you if you killed her Aemond! Your wife is missing and you're here covered in blood you say is not yours!" Alicent's voice rose in pitch.

"What... How could you say that? Do you...do you really think me capable of something like that?" something in Aemond's voice cracked and Alicent's eyes softened with pity.

"I did not think any of my children capable of killing, but after Lucerys, I... I am not sure about many things."

"I told you that was an accident. I did not mean to kill him."

"Oh, what have you done my son? You have cost Rhaenyra not one, but two children. She will have your head for this. Daemon will have your head for this. Rhaenys and Corlys will have your head for this. That girl was everyone's beloved. All I ever wanted was to keep my children safe and yet they insist on creating new dangers for themselves. Why are you hell-bent on getting yourself killed with your foolish impulsive behaviour?"

Aemond looked away, feeling stung. Standing here now, listening to her berate him felt just like standing in front of her when he was a child, listening to her berate him for foolishly endangering his life by trying to tame dragons. He felt childish and stupid. No, he felt like a murderer. Even his mother thought he was a murderer now. He had always done his best to please her, to be the calming obedient child so that she would not be caused worry by him at least. Aegon gave her plenty and he knew that her marriage was less than the ideal love match. For a woman with so much unhappiness in her life, he tried to bring her joy, but it all felt useless now. She thought him a monster; capable of monstrous things. His anguish must have shown on his face because Alicent finally stopped her tirade. Aemond could see the gears turning in his mother's head and he was afraid of the new suppositions taking root there. She took a deep shuddering breath and collected herself, her initial shock seeping away, and in its place, she slipped on the mask of the calm and collected queen that she usually wore.

She placed a hand on his cheek, "Yes, well things happen my son. Now did you kill her? You must tell me right away so we can take care of it before too many people find out. We must delay the news reaching Rhaenyra at all costs. Is there a body we need to dispose of?"

It almost scared him how well she took charge, talking about damage control with such practiced ease.

"Your duty is to your family Aemond. They are your priority. They are who you must protect. What is done cannot be undone. We must look to the future and ensure the protection of Aegon's crown," she continued.

"MOTHER! I did not kill her. I swear it!" Aemond shook her slightly.

Alicent froze. She blinked at him, slowly digesting the information before her face crumpled in relief. She almost collapsed to the floor and Aemond had to support her weight as she regained her balance.

"Where is she then? And whose blood is on your hands? Did you kill someone else?" his mother's questions were endless.

Aemond recounted the events of the previous night, telling his mother about how Daenys had taken the knife to her own eye and that while it was her blood on his hands, he could never kill her.

"So...so she's gone then? Where did she go?"

"To Dragonstone I suppose. Where else?"

"Did she have her dragon then?"

"Yes, she had managed to call on Silverwing by the time I got there. I do not know how she freed him from the dragon pit though, the maids say she did not leave her room all week," Aemond lowered his gaze, realizing how upset his mother and Otto would be upon finding out that he had let her go. After all their efforts to make her stay. Otto most of all, would be positively furious and he'd take it out on Alicent.

"Oh!" Alicent exclaimed, "on my way here, there were whispers, of a commotion in the dragon pit earlier. I thought nothing of it, but I suppose that must have been her dragon."

Aemond looked at her in surprise, "You think Silverwing escaped on her own then? Without Daenys even going to see her?"

"Dragons share strong bonds with their riders. Some more than others. I am told the strongest of bonds convey the smallest of emotions. Rhaenyra always said her dragon could somehow feel when she was in pain. It is obvious that Daenys was in pain, perhaps her desire to return home was shared by her dragon," a small smile tugged the corner of her lips at the fond memory of Rhaenyra, but her mouth quickly turned down again when she remembered what she was discussing and why.

"Mother, I am sorry."

"For what my love?"

"For causing you to worry. And...for letting her go."

"Oh my dear, I cannot fault you for that. That girl was going to leave one way or another. I suppose it is better that she returned on her own and not in a casket. It was Father's idea to keep her here in the first place. I wished for peace, I have always wished for peace you know," Alicent brought him closer and held him tight.

Aemond felt like a little boy again, although this time it was a fonder memory, one of the few he held. A memory of his mother holding him like this, like she cared. She showed it so very rarely, but when she did, he was reminded of all the reasons why family was the most important thing.

"Aemond."

"Yes, mother?"

"About what you said. About how you could never kill Daenys..."

"Mother?"

"I doubt she will hold the same reservations about hurting you. Remember that if ever you see her again. My priority is your life, and in order to come back to me, you may have to do things you do not wish to. But you must promise me that you will. Promise that you will always come back to me no matter what you have to do for it."

Aemond clutched his mother tighter. No one could love him like she could, in her own strange way that he sometimes found hard to understand. And in return, he'd lay down his life for her. He'd die for his mother, but he supposed she'd rather he kill for her, and so he would.

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 11 months ago

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 26

Chapter 25

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If any of you lot are mad at me about how the last chapter ended, I get the feeling y'all hadn't read or finished reading the Witcher books. If you don't have them available, then I'd recommend reading a summary online. Also, I'm getting into the witcher video game territory from this point, so the story of the Lady of Larks and the White Wolf is still not over (if you've not played the games, I'd recommend watching clips on YouTube...also I'd REALLY recommend playing the games).

Also mentions of menstruation.

"Aemma?" Lucerys gently approaches the princess who was laying in the bed, caught in a state of depression, eyes dry for the first time in day, though it may not last long.

Ever since reading that message, after learning about the death of her mother, whom she had not seen for ten years, was killed in a Rivian pogrom, Aemma had spent her recent days locked up in her chambers, caught in a state between crying, screaming, and laying on her bed in a depressed stated. When the news had become common knowledge in the keep, the royal family was understanding and had given the young princess space and time to grieve her loss.

Alicent was prepared to postpone the nameday feast, but Aemond insisted the feast be cancelled altogether, on grounds that this was not the time for celebrations. Alicent had argued that this was still the prince's nameday, but Aemond assured he was fine with the feast not happening this year; it just didn't feel right to be setting up any festivities now when the princess was still mourning.

At this moment, days have started to turn into weeks, and nothing and no one could seem to console the daughter of Prince Daemon by the Lady of Larks. Whenever someone did come to check up on her, be it family or servants, they would notice the princess had taken to dressing in black, like she was prepared for a funeral. They would also take notice of the princess's disheveled state and dark circles under her eyes like she has not had a decent night's sleep for a while now. The servants had also taken notice that her food was often left untouched.

There was truth in this observation: Aemma could not sleep at night no matter how much she tried. Every time she closed her eyes, she would dream she was in Rivia, or whatever Rivia looked like in her head (courtesy of the Continental geography texts she's read once or twice), and she would see the pogrom happen before her eyes. She would dream of people dead or dying as they were torn by the angry mobs...and among those that were running and panicking, she would see her mother standing out in the middle, lute in hand. "Mother!" Aemma would call out in her sleep, "MOTHER! RUN!" But her mother could not hear her, and no matter how fast Aemma ran, she could never catch up to her mother. Then, the witcher would appear, grabbing (y/n) by her throat, lifting her up till her feet were off the ground...and as she would struggle in the White Wolf's grasp, he would take his sword and plunge it into her heart.

Aemma would wake up every time this part of her nightmare occurred. She would then lay in bed the rest of the night, unable to sleep. The following mornings, Aemma would remain in bed, still tired, and having no appetite to break her fast whenever the servants brought tea and food.

"Aemma!" she finally hears Luke call her name as he's been doing repeatedly the last few minutes. Aemma turned around in her bed to see the little boy with a plate in hand that contained a slice of cake, "Luke?" "I brought some cake," Luke explains, setting it by the bedside, "It's honey cake, just the way you like it. I thought, maybe it might cheer you up a bit." "That is...really sweet of you, Luke," Aemma nods, sitting up, "but I'm not all that hungry right now." "But, Aemma, it's honey cake," Luke insists, "you like honey cake, it always makes you happy."

"Lucerys?" Luke turns around to see his mother and 'father' by at the door. Luke runs over to Rhaenyra, "she won't eat the honey cake I gave her," he says, sad tone in his voice. "Yes, little love, I know," Rhaenyra nods. "I don't understand," Luke admits, "why is Aemma so sad?" "She did just lose her mother," Laenor points out, "how would you feel if you lost your own mother right now?" Luke thinks about it, and nods, knowing he would feel the exact same way, "I hope I never lose you then, mother."

"Let me try talking to her," Rhaenyra whispers to her son, ushering him over to Laenor who escorts the boy out of the room.

Rhaenyra sat down on the side of the bed next to Aemma, who did not make eye contact with her older cousin. The older princess had to take a few deep breaths, feeling the weight of her current pregnancy which was due to end within the next several weeks, "It was tragic, what happened to your mother," Rhaenyra speaks, "she did not deserve such a fate. She was a good woman. She brought much joy and laughter to this court, she was a gifted troubaritz, a talented singer, something she had clearly passed onto you." Aemma said nothing, and still did not look Rhaenyra in the eye. Rhaenyra placed a comforting hand over Aemma's, "your mother loved you very much," she continues, "and I know it is a difficult time for you now...but you'll have to keep living your life sooner or later. This neglect of yourself...it won't bring her back, and she wouldn't want to see you like this." "I can't stop thinking about her," Aemma admits, shaking her head, feeling fresh tears slip out of her eyes, "I can't stop thinking about how she could've died, even when I sleep. All I can do is lie awake at night in this bed and stare into the canopy, reliving the nightmare of her fighting for her life on those streets. How could people be so cruel? It's not fair!"

"No, you're right," Rhaenyra agrees, "it's not fair." Aemma looked up, facing her cousin, "is this what you felt when your mother passed?" "...more or less," Rhaenyra admits, "her loss and the loss of the son she bore...it was heavily felt by both my father and myself. And I grieved for her too, much so that I was scared to live my life as she did, thinking I might meet a similar fate." "How did you not become so scared anymore?" Aemma asks. "I didn't," Rhaenyra shrugs, "but your father had talked some sense into me, I suppose. He said this is a tragic world, but if we close ourselves off from it in fear, we forsake the best parts of what the world has to offer."

Aemma noticed the way Rhaenyra was rubbing her swollen belly after speaking those words. So far the older princess had been pregnant twice, and both terms were successful. Aemma wasn't blind though; she knew what people said in court along with the salacious looks and whispers when the subject of Jace and Luke was brought up, and she could see it as well. Rhaenyra was enjoying what the world had to offer in the form of Ser Harwin Strong while her husband enjoyed life's offers in the form of wine, wealth, and the intimate company of handsome knights.

"Do you think this next one will be a boy?" Aemma inquires. "The maesters deem it highly likely," Rhaenyra answers, "their last predictions have come true so far, but for once I hope they would be wrong. I wouldn't mind raising a daughter for a change."

For the first time in weeks, Aemma smiled, albeit a small one, and Rhaenyra gave her a side hug. Shortly after Rhaenyra left her chambers, Aemma stood up and called for servants to help her bathe and dress for the day. She still wasn't fully done mourning, but at the same time Aemma didn't want to close herself off completely, especially when she knew deep down this what her mother would want.

While getting ready, though, Aemma felt a weird sensation in her middle region, like an odd pain. She's had stomach aches before from overeating or when she was hungry, but it wasn't quite that. She had been feeling somewhat drowsy since this morning; she'd had initially dismissed it thinking it was probably due to her lack of sleep, but if that was the case, she would've felt this sensation a long time ago.

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"Aemma!" Luke exclaimed, running over to greet his cousin with a hug, "you're here!"

The boys had been in the middle of sword training when Aemma had decided to come outside. Also, Ivan had taken part of the sword training as well; the boy had shown he had talent in that area and was brought to the training fields with the princes under Ser Criston. Ivan was a fast learner, besting first Luke, then Jace, and Aegon, and even Aemond during sparring sessions. There had began to be talks that maybe Ivan would do well to become a squire either for Ser Criston, or even Ser Laenor. The boys had also come to accept Ivan into their circle, even Aemond though he still was of the belief that Ivan was hiding something.

In the present, Aemma was still dressed in black, but her hair was brushed and she was wearing her new necklace. "I didn't think you would leave you chambers again," Luke says, squeezing Aemma some more. "Yes, Luke, I'm...here," Aemma grunts out, "maybe not much longer if I can't breathe." "Oh, sorry," Luke pulls away, "did you eat the cake?" "I had a couple bites," Aemma admits, "it was delicious." Luke smiled at that.

"Aemma," Aemond runs over to his cousin, "are you feeling better?" "A little," Aemma admits, which she was thanks to Rhaenyra's pep talk, though the physical sensation in her lower abdomen wasn't quite helping, "It was a nice day, I thought some fresh air would do me some good." Jace and Ivan join in to greet Aemma, but Aegon stayed behind.

Aegon hadn't gone to see Aemma at all since she found out about her mother's death, much to the dismay of Alicent, who often scolded her son for not even making an effort to comfort his future queen. Aegon didn't really handle drama and tears all that well (ironic as that may seem), it didn't seem in his best interests to visit Aemma when she was self-confined to her room in her depressed state. Now that she was out in public once more, Aegon had a feeling his mother was going to make him make up for his absence and be there for his betrothed.

After spending some time with the boys, Aemma saw Helaena was sitting outside, reading a book. The princess went to join her cousin. "You came out," Helaena said with a smile while also keeping her attention on a butterfly that landed on her book, "I heard what happened. Will you be well, Aemma?" "I may not feel so well right now," Aemma admits, mostly because she was still grieving, but also because that pain sensation in her lower abdomen hadn't faded like she expected it to; in fact, the pain was waxing and waning throughout the day, and it was making her feel bloated. "I will be, Helaena," Aemma assures, "it may take some time, at least that is what I was told."

"The Lark and Wolf are running with the Hunt," Helaena states in a monotone voice as she coaxes the butterfly into her hand, "only the Swallow can save them from their fate."

Aemma gave Helaena a strange look, though the younger princess did not seem to notice. "Helaena, do you ever remember what you say half the time?" Aemma decides to ask. "What was that?" Helaena looks up to Aemma, giving her an innocent look. "Never mind," Aemma decides to shrug off, trying to ignore the bloating sensation.

"Aemma?" Aegon says, walking up slowly to the girls. Aemma averted her gaze away from Aegon, not really in the mood to hear any empty words or false promises he would state whenever his mother would talk him into spending time with her. Aegon stood there awkwardly as he musters up the words, "uh, I hope you are doing well today." Aemma said nothing, she didn't even bother to look up at her older cousin the way she used to when they were children, "Uh, maybe some dragon riding today might do you some good," Aegon continues, "it might do Cirillia some good too...she probably misses you. And Sunfyre, I'm sure-"

"Aegon, just...save your empty words," Aemma says in a low tone, "you clearly don't want to be here and, frankly, I don't want you near me right now either." "That's not-" "Just go, Aegon!" Aemma snaps, "I don't want anything to do with you right now! Can you not take a hint?!" Aegon was taken aback; he's seen Aemma cross with him before, but she's never talk to him like that in that tone. Even when she slapped him back at the docks, she never actually raised her voice at him. Having nothing to say, Aegon turns around and eagerly walks away.

"Do you still want to go dragon riding?" Helaena asks, bringing Aemma out of her state of ire. "I uh...ooh," Aemma groans, "I'm not sure that's a good idea right now. Maybe I'm not feeling as well as I thought. At least not well enough to go riding." "Let me take you back inside," Helaena offers.

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Once inside, Aemma made her way back to her chambers, now laying on the bed once more, but this time she was doubled over in pain.

The servants came to bring tea and food again, hoping Aemma would have enough appetite to eat this time around. One servant looked over to see something peculiar on the sheets. "Princess?" the servant speaks, "are you...?" Aemma gave a strange look and looked to see where the servant was looking on the bed, exactly where she was sitting. Blood spots were on the sheets. They were small and Aemma lifted her skirts slightly to see her thighs were lightly stained with blood. Aemma was about to panic at first, but then realized what this meant.

The princess then looked over to the servant, feeling a tad awkward, "I uh...I think I'm going to need a cloth for this." The serving girl nodded and went to do just that.

Aemma knew then this was it, the day she had been waiting for, somewhat reluctantly. From this moment on, she would be seen in the eyes of her family and the court as a woman.

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A little later in the afternoon, Aemma had sat down to sip some tea; the princess had taken a hot bath, both to soothe what she now knew were cramps that were associated with moon's blood and to clean the blood off her thighs. Once word had spread that Aemma had gone through her first flowering, a maester had sent a special tea to Aemma to soothe her cramping pains.

Aemma heard a knock at the door after she sipped the tea, "Come!" "Princess," she hears Alicent's voice as she walks in and takes a seat next to Aemma, "I heard from the maester. Congratulations are in order, it would seem." "Thank you, your Grace," Aemma nods with a soft tone. "Do you know what this means, Aemma?" Alicent asks. "I am a woman now," Aemma answers, "I can wed Prince Aegon and bare his children."

"Yes," Alicent nods, "you will become his wife and have his children...and you will become his future queen as well." Aemma looked up to Alicent, surprise, "but the king made princess Rhaenyra heir to the Iron Throne," she points out. "Rhaenyra may be Viserys' oldest child," Alicent agrees, "but Aegon is his firstborn son. In the eyes of the Westerosi lords and the common folk, he will be expected to succeed your uncle as king." "But...I don't understand," Aemma shakes her head, "my uncle has never changed the line of succession, even after Aegon was born. He is king, his word is law, the people surely would see that Rhaenyra is his named heir, they can't-" "Aemma!" Alicent raises her voice, only to take a deep breath before she said something she would later regret.

Alicent decides to take a different approach, "you know your history, Aemma. Do you remember what was taught to you about your great grandsire, the late King Jaehaerys?" Aemma nods before she answers, "he ascended the throne after the untimely death of Maegor the Cruel, at the age of fourteen. Fourteen years. That's...that's how old I am right now." "Go on," Alicent presses. "Jaehaerys was known as the Conciliator at the start of his reign," Aemma continues, "he married his sister, the Good Queen Alysanne. They had many children together, two of them being my grandparents Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa. His two oldest living sons perished in two different tragedies, and his third was a reclusive archmaester who spent his days buried in his books at the Citadel. With the line of succession called into question, the king had called for a great gathering at Harenhal, known as the Great Council of 101, to decide who would next sit the Iron Throne. There were two names that were truly considered: my uncle Viserys...and his cousin the Princess Rhaenys."

"I don't believe I need to tell you who the Great Council had chosen in the end," Alicent says, "even though Rhaenys, a woman, was Jaehaerys' eldest living descendent, the lords had chosen Viserys as their next king. The ancient law of the Andals had established long ago that the rights of the son will supersede those of a daughter. The Great Council further solidified this ancient tradition, and it will be the same for Aegon and Rhaenyra." "But in Dorne, the first born always inherits their parent's possessions and wealth, regardless of sex," Aemma points out. "This is not Dorne," Alicent points back.

"Well, maybe it should be!" Aemma snaps, "Rhaenyra is the king's eldest, and he made her his heir. So just because she is a woman, she should be overlooked? Because of some ancient law and tradition? Even those can change. In Westeros, many of the Lords had long exercised the rights of First Night, an ancient tradition that had been carried out since the time of the Andals and First Men, but after Queen Alysanne listened to the plights of women in the North who sought out her council, she spoke to King Jaehaerys, and he had the First Night tradition abolished thereafter. Why can't the current king overrule the Andals' archaic law that would see Rhaenyra disinherited from her birthright?"

"Don't be so naive, Aemma," Alicent scolds, "as I've said before, the people will expect Aegon to succeed his father, not Rhaenyra...and the princess knows this. Even now, she has come to see Aegon as a challenge to her claim...and she will see you in the same light once you are wed." "...What?" Aemma looks to the queen confused. "Once you wed Aegon, Rhaenyra will see you as an extension of Aegon's challenge to the throne," Alicent explains, "you, and the children you will have with him. Should Rhaenyra ascend the throne, all your lives may become forfeit." "....No," Aemma shakes her head in denial, "No, she...she wouldn't do that, she would never." "I know this hard to accept," Alicent says, tone still serious, though she tried to be more comforting, "but it is the truth, and you are no longer a child. However kind Rhaenyra may be to you now, it won't last forever." "No...no....NO! It's not true! You're lying!" Aemma stands up to face the queen in angry tears, "Rhaenyra is my cousin, our family, she would never do anything so vile as to slay her own kin!" "You do not know the things she is capable of," Alicent says with a somber tone, "but I do."

Tears in her eyes, still refusing to believe the queen, Aemma runs out of the room.

In her state of anger and sadness, Aemma did not look where she was running, and she bumped into Ivan the moment she turned the corner, with enough force to knock the both of them down.

"Ow!" Aemma groans, rubbing her nose, and looked to see who she bumped into, "Ivan! Oh, I am so sorry I-" her eyes widen to what she saw. Ivan's headband had moved slightly, exposing his ears.

Ivan gave Aemma a confused look to her surprising, but he he felt and noticed his headband was out of place. The secret he'd kept hidden since first sailing to Westeros all those ears ago was out in front of the princess.

"Ivan? Your ears, they're...you're an elf?"

Chapter 26.5

#hotd #the witcher #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #laenor velaryon #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond x oc #jacerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #oc

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bbygirl-aemond · 2 years ago

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Stormbreak Chapter 26 References

since a bunch of y'all asked for more details from the chapters, here are a ton of references for what aemond, rhaenyra, and daemon look like in the latter half of this chapter. also this is the first time everyone gets to make their first formal appearance all together so i have thought about it a lot & it'll serve as a guide on how to picture them when they're attending formal events going forward (though not necessarily for everyday)

rhaenyra

okay first here are two hair options. i wanted her to mostly have her hair down here, because it makes wearing a crown easier than the more elaborate styles and because she looks very pretty with her hair down. i thought some braids like the type daenerys likes to rock (below left) or the loops rhaenyra favors in the series (below right) would look cool:

then we get to her dress, which i have no one specific reference for. the most important thing is that it's red and very, very blingy and extravagant, as per book rhaenyra's typical fashion tastes. i'm talking velvet, gold embroidery, dripping with pearls and jewels, the works. so here are a bunch of images that evoke that vibe, feel free to cobble them together in your mind:

you also know she has to have some kind of ruby-based jewelry. i went with gold rather than silver here to accentuate her ring and crown, shown later on. here are a few options in the style i'm thinking of:

and as a final reminder, here's what viserys's signet ring (below left) and jaehaerys's crown (below right) look like:

aemond

moving onto our babygirl, we first have the hair. trying to follow that simple vibe rhaenyra sets, especially because the boys are not trying to outdo her in any way. but i thought the gold details here (below left) were nice, feel free to imagine all three of them with these kinds of accessories. as for clothing, i imagine something very nice like the one pictured (below right) but a different color (dark green with gold detailing) also without the neck scarf thing bc sorry to cravats but i simply do not like their look:

for the necklace, there are two different options but i wanted the imagery for both aemond and daemon of almost like collars because rhaenyra walks them like a dog because rhaenyra's head honcho and they're her homicidal lapdogs, y'know? daemon is a chihuahua and aemond is a shih tzu. anyways i couldn't decide between a bolder or a more delicate vibe to i gave you guys both options and will do the same for daemon later so they can still match but be a lil unique:

remember, the following is roughly what i imagine aenys's crown to look like, but with pearls and jade instead of what's pictured here, and also the jade is carved with each of the faces of the seven, all of which is described in the original source material:

and lastly, we have his brand-new valyrian steel sword, vigilance! he yoinked it off of lord hightower when he made him surrender and no one stopped him. i don't think we have official art for this one, but it's from house hightower so you know it's def very elaborate. i picture it with a gold hilt, not silver, and with some sort of flame or sun imagery at the very top of the hilt (in place of where the coat of arms are in the actual reference image):

daemon

last but not least, daemon! the general vibe for him and aemond is "sisters not twins" so he has a similar three-braid, mostly-down style, but a lil different. and just picture something similar to what aemond's wearing, but it's black and has red embroidery like what's pictured below:

for the necklace, i really just wanted him and aemond to be matching lmao so you have two options like with aemond above. rubies and silver here instead of emeralds and gold because they know their wife well and rhaenyra loves her color schemes.

as for aegon's crown, no shade to the show but i tend to prefer how it's depicted in other art, as more of a circlet with bigger rubies. i like the idea of it being simpler and a more unique style/placement compared to rhaenyra's and aemond's crowns. also, i feel like this could vibe well with the necklace options from above. as a reminder, here's what that would look like:

and lastly, just in case any of y'all forgot what dark sister looks like:

happy reading!

#stormbreak chapter 26 #fic: stormbreak #stormbreak #fic #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond #daemon targaryen #daemon #hotd #house of the dragon #fire and blood #fab

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feralbatty · 11 months ago

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Erlebnisse: III- Marmoris

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: The family is reunited at Driftmark under tragic circumstances. Aemma is introduced to Daemon and her cousins. With her mother absent, the Queen has a moment with Aemma. Aemond finally claims his own dragon that ends in violence. The young princess's loyalty is tested.

A/N: omg y'all. It's so long.....I promise I'll pace the next chapters better but there was a lot to cover before the timeskip. :) I hope yall enjoy! ⚠️ this was not beta'd so I apologize for any and all grammer mistakes.

The night air was cold. Colder with the way Aerion cut through the sky making the small girl’s pale hair whip behind her. The wind bit at her raw cheeks and she only huddled closer to her mount’s back. The pitch dragon could feel her unease and rumbled to appease his rider. The vibration was comforting but didn’t quell the sorrow the girl felt. Nothing could.

She sniffed away her swirling thoughts and rubbed at her face. Her hands were stiff from gripping his reins so tightly. She hadn’t noticed. Her mind was on Ser Strong. And Aemond. What would either think of her? Her day started so happy and the next thing she knew- they were flying to Dragonstone. Fleeing to a place she’d never been to.

That wasn’t her home. It was a lonely fort she’d only been told stories about. A birthright of her mother’s.

Violet eyes flicked up to the shape of Syrax before her. The golden dragon flew steady. Tiny Arrax and Vermax flew at her sides. They were too small for the boys to ride so her brothers were on a ship with the rest of their family.

Aemma had refused to be stuck on a ship. Unable to hide away and process the day.

Syrax slowed so she and Aerion could catch up. The two smaller dragons flew ahead without a care. Aemma thought they looked excited. Gliding beside them, Rhaenyra called out to her daughter. “We’ll land there.” She motioned to the edge of a rocky island. Aemma squinted, Dragonstone was a mass of dangerous cliffs and rocks? This was her mother’s birthright. The family home?

She scrunched her nose in distaste. Aemma was about to retort but the heavy night clouds broke and moonlight crowned the palace. Her eyes widened at the sight.

It looked formidable. All sharp points and thick stone. Steam seemed to bellow from the ground itself. A testament to those that called it home. Aemma was speechless. Her mother chuckled from beside her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Our home.” She hadn’t taken her eyes off of her daughter. The girl always internalized things. Not since she was a babe had Rhaenyra seen her break down. Even then it was behind her closed door. Alone. She’d hoped to have a moment with her daughter. The boys expressed their confusion and pain at Harwin’s departure. Aemma, she believed, was more observant and she felt like there were words unsaid that needed to be expressed.

Hopefully this was a new beginning for all of them. But more so, she wanted her daughter to feel at ease. “We’ll land on the beach to regroup with everyone else.”

Aemma was still silent but when she met her mother’s eyes there wasn’t a fog of detachment to them. They were bright again. Curious and full of wonder.

The two dragons began to descend. Syrax landed first. Sand flew through the air at her powerful wings. She didn’t seem curious at the island. More like it was familiar to her as it was her master. Aerion landed on the rocks above. His head tilted in various directions, taking in the sights. He huffed deeply, scenting the air. And, no doubt, the other dragons that slumbered out of view. His body was poised. Limbs restless in curiosity. He made another rumble and Aemma heard his jaws clack in excitement.

“Aemma!” Her mother called to them she’d already dismounted and was staring up.

Aemma patted Aerion on his side which cut his attention to her. He unraveled his wings to slide the girl down. He was gentle with her and ensured his rider made it safely to the ground. Syrax chortled at him in reprimand- like her own mother who fixed her with a worried look. Aemma was smiling as she saddled up to her mother but Aerion’s call had her turning.

“Jikagon tymās. Sōvēs!” Aemma called up to him. Shaking the itch under his skin he bellowed back to her and flew off. Syrax followed him, more to wrangle the younger dragons that were somewhere on the island.

“So obedient.” Rhaenyra mused as the two watched their dragons disappear behind the cliffs. Aemma looked over at her mother with a large smile. “Come. Let’s go greet the others.” Rhaenyra shared her daughter’s smile and held out her hand. Aemma eagerly latched on and nearly ran to the water’s edge. The ship carrying their family was slowing approaching.

“Of course, love.” She shook their hands.

“Can I pick my own room?” She looked up at her mother. Rhaenyra smiled glad she was momentarily distracted from the day before.

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“What!” Rhaenyra breathed out. Her hand clutched to her chest. She felt the air rush from her lungs.

“Their bodies were found this morning. No one survived.” Laenor was tense beside her as the messenger looked down.

“Th-that can’t be possible.” She nearly choked on her words. “It can’t! We only just saw them-“ she had to turn away and cover her mouth. Whether it was nausea or just shock or even a sob. She couldn’t tell. How would she tell the children? They’d be crushed. Now that her twins knew the truth. It would break them.

They were just outside. In the courtyard training with Ser Qarl.

“You know what they say about Harrenhall, princess. It’s-“

“Don’t.” She snapped. The man looked down again biting his tongue. “Gods…” she couldn’t even form the words.

“There’s something else, princess.” The messenger continued. Nervous eyes looked over to Laenor. “It’s your sister, m’Lord.” Rhaenyra glanced between the two men.

“Laena?” He looked confused and shook his head. “What does she have to do with…”

“I’m afraid she passed in the night as well. Childbirth.” Each word felt like lead on the man’s tongue. To give two royals two equally devastating news would land him in a dragon’s belly. Best make it quick. “I’m sorry.” He finished, moving to leave.

“No. No, no!” Laenor shouted rushing forward. “That can’t be- not Laena.” Tears already were forming in his eyes. “It can’t…” he looked helplessly from the messenger to Rhaenyra and back. “…no.” He creaked out, nearly doubling over in sorrow. Rhaenyra moved to help him. What she was helping she didn’t know. Help him fall gently? Help him stand? Just hold him in their shared despair? She could feel his silent sobs.

“That’s all.” She schooled herself and dismissed the man.

“There’s to be a funeral. Tomorrow. At Driftmark.” Now he was finished. He bowed his head and strode out of the keep before either dragon rider’s pain turned to rage.

“Laenor.” Rhaenyra rubbed her thumb along his shoulder in comfort. She sniffed to clear the tears in her own eyes. He didn’t reply. He was gasping for breath between the violent hollow sobs. “Laenor.” She tried again shaking him slightly. Again she was met with silence.

“Laenor!” Now she startled him to look at her. She blinked back, surprised by her own voice. “The children…” she started. He shakily stood with tears still running down his face. “We must-“ she choked again. “We must tell the children.” Raising her head and steeling herself. One of them had to be strong. Laenor’s empty eyes faltered before he staggered to the nearest goblet of wine and downed it.

Rhaenyra’s own gaze faltered before making her way towards the courtyard. She’d have to do it alone. Laenor was in no shape to face anyone. Let alone the children. Qarl was in the middle of calling out commands to the three children who were swinging training swords. She carefully gripped his arm and whispered lowly, “He needs you.” Qarl looked over at her, took in the red of her eyes and looked to the entryway from where she came. He nodded in understanding and rushed to find Laenor.

Her three children squinted up at her through the sunshine confused. They stood in silence for a beat before Aemma spoke. “What’s wrong, mother?” Rhaenyra blinked harshly and quickly wiped the tears that fell. How she wished her daughter wasn’t as keen as she was in this moment. Jace and Luce tilted their heads in attention.

“Come, children.” She ushered them over to a bench. She hadn’t noticed how weak her legs were until she sat. Jace held her outreached hand while Luce sat on her knee. She ran her fingers through his brown curls and kissed the boy’s forehead. Aemma stood further away, Rhaenyra could already see her daughter bracing herself for whatever their mother had to say.

“Last night…” she took another breath. “…there was a fire, in Harrenhall.” The boys were now tense. “There were no survivors.” She had to look away from Aemma’s stare. Luce ripped himself from her side to look at her. Jace was frozen in pace. All three pairs of eyes boring holes into their mother’s head.

“No. It’s not possible!” Luce screamed. His elder siblings were deathly still. “That means Ser Strong is-“ he couldn’t finish. He didn’t dare. He felt like speaking the words only solidified what she was saying.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was weak and broken.

“There’s no way-“

“You’re lying!” Jace finally broke out. Their joined hands fell as he too moved away. Their sister was still silent. Her violet eyes were staring at a fixed point in the stone.

“We should have been there-“

“We only just saw him-“

“He was alone-“

“This can’t be real-“

“He’s got to be-“

The boys were screaming over each other at their mother. Tears already pouring down their faces. Rhaenyra kept her head down and took in her daughter still silent.

“You’re lying-“

“No!”

“And last night.” Their mother spoke above them, lifting her head. The boys were still and quieted but their hearts beat wildly. “Your aunt, Laena passed as well. There’s going to be a funeral at Driftmark. We will all be in attendance-“

“We’re going to Harrenhall to-“

“You can’t make us go-“

“We have to be there for Ser Strong!”

“We will be in attendance at Driftmark.” She said with finality. Luce ran off while Jace glared up at her before storming away.

And then there were two.

“Aemma-“ Rhaenyra shakily called out to her daughter.

The girl blinked up. Eyes glossed over and void once again.

“My sweet girl.” She moved towards Aemma.

“He’s really gone now?” Her voice was but a whisper but it was loud enough to shatter her mother’s heart.

“I’m so, so sorry, my love.” She reached out but was stopped.

“Did they find my necklace?” It caught Rhaenyra off guard.

“What?”

“My necklace. Was it found? Did someone bring it to you?”

“Then he’s alive.” Aemma nodded to herself. Rhaenyra was confused but her daughter simply e turned to follow her brothers. The girl stopped and looked back to her. “I’ll see to them.” She offered a soft smile before leaving Rhaenyra alone.

“N-no. They didn’t.” She shook her head.

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Their entire family was there. She'd never seen her cousins, Baela and Rhaena. Or their father Daemon. Her heart ached that their meeting was under such circumstances. When she wasn't watching the waves she watched the two hollow faced girls. Too young and soft to shoulder such loss.

The early morning sun gave the waters an ethereal and welcoming glow. That's what Aemma thought as she watched sadly when the guardsmen began to tighten the ropes. It was warm but the seas' wind kept the heat at bay. She stood between her father and mother with Jace beside her. Her little hand was clasped in her father's but his hold was limp. He often wavered like the wind itself would carry him away. It worried her.

Jace and Luce felt that same pain. So did mother she suspected. Despite her trying to appease them that Ser Strong was still alive, none of them listened. Her twin had even yelled at her just that morning. He called her an 'idiot' and that she was 'too stupid to know anything'. He ordered her to never talk about him again. They hadn't spoken since.

Her lilac eyes drifted down in respect as grand-uncle Vaemond began the funeral rights in Old Valyrian.

"We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King where He will guard her for all the days to come."

Aemma quirked her head to look up at Vaemond. He seemed to be glaring at her uncle Daemon as he continued. Her attention was cut when her father faltered again. She glanced up, worried and squeezed his hand in comfort. The man made no signs that he felt it. His swollen, empty eyes were fixed on his sister's tomb.

"As she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood. Salt courses through Velaryon blood."

Vaemond's wide eyed glare now shifted to her mother. Aemma looked up at her but she was already staring back at him. The look made her blood run cold and she cowered into herself and closer to her father's arm.

"Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin."

Daemon now looked at Vaemond and giggled. Everyone's eyes shot to him in various shades of loathing and confusion.

An uncomfortable pause before the men began to hoist Laena's tomb off of the rocky slab. Another started to throw salt on top of the stone coffin. Aemma looked back to Vaemond as he continued the final rights. She looked to Jace who pointedly ignored her then she looked across to the girls. Both watching their mother's coffin be dragged to sea.

Finally her eyes landed on Aemond. He was standing between his own mother and father. And staring right back at her. She gave him a gentle sad smile and he returned it with a weak one of his own. He looked down and then away from her. It had Aemma blinking back towards Laena's tomb.

"My gentle niece. May the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return."

The men rallied one last pull of rope and the coffin fell into the crystalline depths below. Everyone lowered their heads in respect for a silent moment. It was Lord Corlys who moved first, he shifted his weight a step back. Signaling that everyone else could disperse.

Aemma had missed the cue, staring across the waters in awe. Musing that the morning was beautiful and should she have a funeral, she'd like it to be as beautiful as this one. Rhaenyra had gently shook her shoulder then placed a hand on Laenor's.

She looked between the two before her mother ushered the children away. To let the Velaryon family have a quiet moment to themselves.

The three siblings separated once they arrived at the wake. Jace found himself in the corner with the least amount of people. His emotions still raw from his own loss. He wanted nothing to do with anyone or any of this. He stood with his head downcast hoping no one would approach him.

Luce wandered slowly towards the center edge of the gathering. Too young to be heckled by grieving guests or busy bodies. The lithe iron horse he'd snuck in under his sleeve busied his hand while he stared absent-minded. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that he wasn't processing anything. Sighing deeply he kept rocking Ser Strong's last gift along the stone banister.

Aemma was casting worried glances at her brothers. She'd moved to the opposite side of the group. Aerion's roar above called her attention from them. Her dragon's dark form was flying above. He'd been circling like Seasmoke around Driftmark. Slowly following his path Aemma bumped into the stone railing and once again found herself facing the sea.

She looked over her shoulder at her cousins. They sat alone. No one knew what to say to comfort them. So they were left. Aemma began walking towards them when her grandsire called out to her. It gathered some looks but they left the king to his business.

"How are you, my dear girl." He asked softly as she approached. A gloved hand rested on her shoulder when she was close enough.

"Everyone's so sad." She looked around stopping at Baela and Rhaena again before meeting his gaze. "I don't like it when people are sad." She continued quietly, looking down. Viserys tilted her chin up so he met her eyes.

"I know, sweet one. I always hated going to these myself." He sighed, scanning the crowd but not truly looking at them.

"Have you been to a lot of them?" She tilted her head.

"More than I feel is fair." He replied sadly. A far off look filmed over his eyes. Aemma subconsciously began tracing the golden signet ring of her grandmother's on his finger. The king was drawn to the movement. "I told you who's ring this was, yes?" She nodded, eyes still on the ring.

What he was about to do pained him more than any of the sores festering on his back. More than the crippling ache that ran through his bones with every breath he took. But his beautiful granddaughter, with her great heart and empathy, her sorrow hurt him more.

Slowly, he began to slide the ring off of his finger. Aemma watched with furrowed brows her head bouncing from him to the ring. When he held it out to her she was shocked.

"I can't-"

"Please. Keep it safe. Know that no matter what, your grandmother and I will always be with you." Aemma cupped her hands where he gingerly placed the ring. It was surprisingly heavy. She began to slide it on each finger, none of them quite big enough. Finally she placed it on her two middle fingers so it wouldn't be lost. Visery was gazing at her lovingly, he cupped the back of her crown and kissed her forehead.

Neither saw their interaction being dissected by the Queen and her Queensguard. Both had a slight, disgusted curl to their lips. Both for different reasons.

"Whenever you are feeling sad, or anxious, hold it to your heart and know that you aren't alone. You will always be loved." She smiled up at him and raised on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He chuckled and hugged her to his chest. "Now, my sweet girl, go see to your cousins." Nodding in their direction. Another quick kiss to his weathered cheek in goodbye and she began towards them.

Jace had also been approaching the girls, at their mother's insistence. The twins paused as they met but continued together. Baela and Rhaena squinted through the sunlight up at them. Neither party knew what exactly to say. Aemma was already spinning the ring on her fingers. Her brother was about to leave them in silence but Baela reached out holding his hand. Rhaena did the same to Aemma. The two cousins shared a sad look.

There didn't need to be words. Somehow they knew that the other needed support. And they gave it.

Having never met, they acted purely. No underlying meanings or veiled insults. No condolences, empty coming from strangers. Just their simple touch to one another shared a fraction of each other's burdens. And the others were content in it.

Rhaenys strode up to the group of four. She lowered to her knees before the girls. A quick look from her had Jace and Aemma moving away from them. A silent command to let the girls grieve openly with their grandmother. Aemma heard Rhaena sob and whimper. She wanted to look back but didn't. She continued stiffly behind her brother.

The two weren't far from their cousins. They relocated to stand before a brazier. Neither said anything. Still awkward and tense from their fight. The fire provided warmth, at least, from the now overcast skies. She huddled closer to her brother and the heat. How strange the weather was here.

Movement caught Aemma's eyes. Aemond had also approached the fire.

He and Jace shared a look and it seemed like the older prince was trying to find his words. He'd even offered a quirk of his mouth. But it was too uncomfortable for both boys. Jace was rigid and he moved infront of his sister. Dark eyes unwelcoming towards his uncle. Aemond shifted to look at Aemma but meeting her wide-eyed gaze had both his eyes and lips falling.

He wandered away, her twin glaring after him as Aemma watched. The princess made to follow and try to ease him when a commotion caught the entire wake's attention. She couldn't quite see what was happening but she could make out the back of her grandsire, the Sea Snake.

Luce scurried up between his older siblings while everyone's attention was on their grandsire. "What happened?" Jace questioned.

"I don't know. Grandsire and I were talking then he saw something in the water and left." Luce shrugged. He ran a finger over the iron horse's mane. Aemma looked over at Rhaenys who didn't seemed bothered at all. She was still comforting their cousins.

Their mother came up to them then. She held Aemma's arm, "Go to bed." It was a quick order.

"But, mother-"

"Come on." Jace as the oldest took lead. Aemma sent one last look to the crowd. Hoping to see Aemond, or to at least meet a friendly eye.

"Go to bed." She cut Jace off and fixed him with a hard gaze. She was gone down towards the beach. The three siblings looked between each other.

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"I'm not even tired yet!" Luce whined across the room to his brother. Jace squinted at him in annoyance.

"So? Mother told us to go to bed."

"It's not even dark out." He flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling bored.

"Shhh." Jace nearly hissed. "Just close your eyes, Luce."

Luce groaned and kicked his feet under the covers. He settled for a moment before looking over at his brother. Jace ignored him with his eyes closed, feigning sleep. He had to agree though, he wasn't tired in the slightest.

"What do you think Aemma's doing?" Luce broke the moment of quiet.

Jace took a deep breath, "I don't know. Why do you care?"

"Are you still mad at her?"

Jace opened his eyes with a huff. Sitting up he turned towards Luce. "She's probably sleeping. I don't care, Luce and neither should you."

"But- what if she's right about Ser Harwi-"

"Drop it, Luce." Jace warned and laid back down.

"Maybe he is alive and he'll come live with us!" He mimicked Jace and stared up at the ceiling with a hopeful grin. "Then we'll all be together and no one can call us bast-"

"I said drop it!" Jace boomed, startling the younger. "Just close your eyes and dream about it then! Because that's all it will ever be. A dream." His frustration and pain boiled over in a cruel vent.

More silence.

He pulled the covers higher onto himself and turned away. Now it was him who was staring at the stone ceiling.

Jace sighed again already feeling remorseful. He turned to console Luce but Luce had shifted so his back was to him. He'd squeezed himself into a ball. The eldest saw his shoulders shaking in quiet tears.

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Aemma had been pacing her room. Her fingers were laced with her thumb spinning her grandmother’s ring anxiously. The girl had no idea why her heart was racing or why she was restless. Pacing didn’t seem to quell her nerves either. She wondered if Aerion was feeling the same as she paused by the room’s window. Was he the reason for her unease? Was there something happening with him that was powerful enough to travel to her?

Squaring her shoulders she made the decision to go and see what was wrong. Even if it wasn’t him just being in her dragon’s presence calmed her. Aemma started towards her door and was about to drag it open when a knock stopped her.

Now she was on edge. Her hand had moved so fast from the handle like it was about to bite her. None of her family knocked before entering, a trait she had begun to detest. This wasn’t her family. Or, it wasn’t her immediate family.

“Wh-who is it?” She called out. Brows furrowed and eyes wide in fear. She didn’t understand why a simple knock raised such a reaction out of her. Was it because she was about to sneak out of her rooms? Were the Gods reigning their disapproval upon her for disobeying her mother?

“It’s the Queen.” A pause. “Alicent.”

Aemma blinked in surprise but ran her hands down her skirts, straightening invisible wrinkles. “Come in!” She called back still fixing herself. She twisted the silver locks lying across her shoulders to tidy them. Her jittery primming was stopped when the Queen entered her room. Aemma pointedly noticed the Queensguard right outside her door.

Alicent took in the room with her hands laced in front of her. The room was stark. No toys littered the floors. Her dress was neatly tucked away. The only thing that showed any signs of occupancy was the tangled nest of a bed. She wondered if this is what the princess’s rooms looked like back on Dragonstone. Or did her room look like a maelstrom had torn through it, like her mother’s.

She’d been comparing the two as of late. Mother and daughter.

The young girl that stood in polite attention up at her looked so similar to Rhaenyra at that age. It had her brow twitch downward in thought. Was this little girl going to be as much of a thorn in her side like her mother?

It had seemed the Queen wasn’t the only one privy to the King’s encounter with the princess. Alicent’s own father, now the Hand once again, had watch the two like a hawk. He’d found the tender interaction troubling. The King’s favor was obvious. Best to get the King’s jewel on their side sooner rather than later. Otto hadn’t realized how wrapped Viserys was around his granddaughter’s finger.

He’d heard the talk from court. Rhaenyra’s only white crowned child. With soft lilac eyes and a warm demeanor. Not to mention her namesake. It was a calculated move on Rhaenyra’s part. Her father was so blinded by devotion to his eldest child, now it was twofold with the girl’s existence.

He told Alicent his worries. The girl was a threat. It would be in their best interest to shroud her under their own wing.

That’s what had the Queen standing here now. Staring down at the little princess.

The silence was too tense for Aemma so she curtseyed shakily with a, “Your Grace.” Alicent quirked her lips.

“Princess Aemma. How are you?” Even to herself her voice sounded detached and awkward. She had to reign in her resentment of the girl’s mother and mask herself genuine. “I hope the journey wasn’t too draining.” By the Seven she sounded so stiff.

“I-it was fine, Your Grace.” Aemma was twiddling her thumbs.

“That’s good to hear.” Alicent nodded and slowly wandered towards the bed. If she didn’t move she would have frozen in place. Aemma followed the Queen with her eyes, wary. The Queen was smoothing down the crumpled blankets and sheets before taking a seat.

“Are you angry with me, Your Grace?” Alicent stopped and looked over at the girl.

“Why would I be angry with you, little one?” That was better. Her words were beginning to sound more natural. Aemma shot a look towards the closed door where Ser Cole guarded.

“I had tried to visit Helaena a while back and Ser Cole refused me. He said you didn’t want visitors. And then we had to leave home.” Tears were welling in her eyes and her lip began to wobble. The minds of children, Alicent marveled. So young and focused on such small things. While it was true she didn’t want to be disturbed by any of Rhaenyra’s children, especially when she was spending time with her daughter, Alicent had no idea it would effect the princess in such a way. And everything had happened so quickly that day, she supposed it would seem like one would cause the other. Had Rhaenyra been telling her children she had ordered them away? It had Alicent wanting to scoff.

“Come here.” She gestured for Aemma to sit beside her. When the girl did she wrapped her arms around the princess. Aemma was looking down but relaxed in the Queen’s arms after a moment. She even reached up to hold on to the woman’s arms. “I’m not mad at you. What happened then was….unfortunate. I never meant to make you feel worried or sad. In fact,” she held the girl at arms length now, ensuring they maintained eye contact so Aemma would feel at ease.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to stay with us for a little while. I know you were all in a rush to leave but I’d truly love it if you decided to return with us, to King’s Landing.” The girl looked torn. Her brows furrowed in thought. “I know Aemond would love to have you back. You both are so close, it really hurt him when he found out you were gone.” Much to her chagrin, the Queen had noticed the two children getting closer. They seemed to be the other’s joy and support. Her son’s eyes often glassed over dreamily when he spoke nothing but praise for his niece. Had the girl not been Rhaenyra’s she’d already be engaged to the prince. If only to give him happiness.

Even her father had suggested marrying the two together. To keep the girl under their thumb and on their side. Alicent hadn’t even deemed the proposal with a response. Much like when Rhaenyra suggested marrying her first born bas- son to her Helaena. But with the King’s declining health and obvious favoritism, she needed something in her favor.

“Aemond?” The girl breathed. Alicent brushed the pale locks that fell into the princess’s face. She rubbed her thumbs across the girl’s peach soft cheeks.

“Yes. You’d get to be with Aemond everyday, Helaena would deeply enjoy your company back at the Keep. Your grandsire too.” To seal the deal she brushed her own finger along the golden signet Aemma wore on two fingers.

“But. My brothers. And mother, they need me right now.” Aemma felt stuck. She desperately wanted to return to her old home. So she could help Aemond find his own dragon. So she could catch bugs with Helaena and spin riddles together. So she could sit with her grandsire and listen to his stories. But her family held her still.

“They can always visit. You know our gates are always open for them.” Just saying that had Alicent wanting to curl her lip but she kept strong.

“Really?” Aemma peaked with excitement. Alicent knew she had her then. She’d just secured the King’s favor. “Then I w-“

“My Queen!” Cole barged through the door. Eyes wild but he schooled himself to proper standing. “There’s been an incident.” He said. Alicent felt her stomach drop and she moved away from the girl.

“What’s happened? Viserys?”

“No, My Queen. It’s in regards to your son. Prince Aemond.” _________________________________________

It was like he was being called. All day he heard it.

Vhagar.

She had been calling for him. Beckoning him to claim her. And under darkness, he decided he would. Everyone was either asleep, off on their own or drunk. His brother had made a fool of himself. Aemond was free to fulfill Vhagar’s wishes. He’d finally have his own dragon! No longer would he be the butt of his brother and nephews jokes. No longer would he have to suffer the pitiful glances in his nieces eyes.

No.

He’d be the rider of the biggest dragon of their time. He and Aemma could finally ride off and adventure together. Be free.

The prince wasn’t accustomed to walking in the sand. His boots sank with each step, slowing his pace but not his resolve. He’d seen where she roosted. Far from the other, smaller, dragons at the furthest point of the beach.

He was climbing one of the dunes when a huffing rumble blew at him from behind. Aemond froze. That couldn’t be Vhagar, he’d have noticed. Slowly to not startle whichever dragon had snuck up on him, Aemond turned on his back. Meeting the icy eyes of Aerion. All the fear that tensed his body eased and he huffed out a relieved laugh.

Aerion’s size was intimidating but Aemond knew he wouldn’t harm him. The dragon knew of Aemma and his friendship. He felt it. The pitch dragon often nudged or rumbled to comfort him when he was low. He knew he’d never be able to mount Aerion without Aemma. No. The Nightshade would bare his fangs and burn the prince alive if he tried. But there was a camaraderie between them. They both cared deeply for Aemma.

“What are you doing here.” He half whispered to the dragon while running his hand over Aerion’s snout. “Shouldn’t you be resting with the others?” The dragon looked at him as if saying, “Shouldn’t you?”

“I’m going to claim Vhagar. Don’t try to stop me.” Dohaerās was on the tip of his tongue but Aerion wouldn’t heed even if he tried. It would probably insult him and drive him into a rage. Aerion raised to his full height to look over the dunes where he knew the elder dragon slept. Chuffing through his nose he looked back down at the prince.

Satisfied he wouldn’t alert the guards, Aemond continued his trek up the dune. He was aware that Aerion followed slowly behind. What was he doing? Just following him? Why? Just then, Aemond’s foot slipped through the sand and he began to fall backwards.

But Aerion was already steadying him with his nose.

“You’re helping me?” Aemond was in awe as the dragon pushed him up the dune and over. He fell on his hands and knees with surprise. He sent one last look to the dark dragon with gratitude and continued on.

Both boy and dragon were silent as they came upon Vhagar. Aemond crawled on his belly through the reeds. All of a sudden the realization of what he was about to do hit him. He looked back at Aerion for some support but the dragon was watching Vhagar warily.

“Fuck.” The prince looked back to Vhagar who slumbered peacefully. He took a moment to steel himself. Then he straightened and started walking down the hill. He closed in on the great she-dragon. Close enough to feel the warmth of her snores. Close enough to hear the rattle and wheezings of her body. She was a mountain. From where he stood it was like she was coiled around him. From all angles it was just Vhagar. He marveled at his soon-to-be mount. Tracing the ropes that tangled themselves along her back, draping down into a ladder.

There. As if the Seven willed it, Vhagar shifted to reveal her saddle high above haloed by the moonlight. Step by step, Aemond kept glancing to Vhagar’s head. She didn’t seem to have noticed him. He was closer now. Close enough to seize the ropes.

Tentatively, the prince reached out. He was a hairs away from gripping the ropes when Vhagar woke. Her massive ember eyes looked down at whatever was disturbing her rest. With a hiss she raised her to head to focus on the offender. Aemond could feel panic squeezing his chest. He had to force each breath as he maintained eye contact with the largest dragon in Westeros.

She scented the air and deemed him no threat. Still alert of the boy’s presence she laid her head back into the sand. When he took that as her compliance and reach out once again to mount her, she whipped her head back at him with a snarl. Her maw opened, ready to burn the prince.

Aemond held out his hand in command, “Dohaerās!” He shifted his feet so he was more steady. You had to command with every part of you for a dragon to adhere. They wouldn’t respect a weak rider. Especially not the oldest and largest of dragons. Vhagar wasn’t moved and continued flaring the heat that burbled up her throat. “Dohaerās, Vhagar! Lykirī!”

Vhagar eased. She understood those words and it calmed her fire. This boy was one of them. “Lykirī.” Aemond called less panicked. She lowered her head no longer on the offense. “Lykirī.” He breathed again.

She took him in, truly, now. Waiting to see what the boy would do. Confident he wasn’t about to be burnt to a crisp, Aemond finally gripped the ropes and started to climb. The she-dragon kept watch as he pulled himself up. She was aware of the younger dragon watching. Aware that he was poised to defend. Vhagar didn’t make to help him. She lay still so the saddle was at her highest point. If the child couldn’t reach it, he was unworthy and she would swat him off like a fly.

But he made it. Aemond hoisted himself onto the saddle, exhausted from the stress and exertion. Sitting upon her he felt like a god. He could see across the entire island of Driftmark from just her back.

Satisfied that he’d made it onto her seat of command Vhagar began to right herself. Readying for what was to come next. The swaying of her reins had her hyper aware of the boy. Her eyes flicked back at him. Aemond pressed himself into the saddle. Finally ready.

“Sōvēs.” He commanded. Vhagar looked up at him unsure. She wouldn’t submit with a weak order. “Dohaerās, Vhagar! Sōvēs!” Now it was a command.

From an outside perspective, the massive beast looked like she was standing in slow motion. Aemond felt the full effect though. The slightest movement felt like he’d be shook off. Vhagar was at her full height when she began to shake the sand off her scales. The boy above her was being whipped to and fro. The only reason he didn’t fall was because of his white knuckled grip on the saddle horns. Eventually he righted himself again.

Vhagar pushed off the ground heavily and started flight. The sound her wings made was a roar of wind itself. Aemond had never flown before so the feeling of being in the air had his stomach flipping and him screaming. A bellowing roar from below them caught Aemond’s attention. Aerion was following behind. To ensure the princes safety or to simply fly with another dragon, Aemond wasn’t sure.

His hold on the saddle horn slipped and he flew off. Gripping the reins was what kept him from death. Sheer determination had the boy dragging himself up the leather reins. He groaned in effort along with the adrenaline filled screams. With all his strength he sat and pulled at the reins, commanding a change in direction.

Vhagar turned from her ascent into a descend. Not knowing what the rider wanted she merely followed the pressure cues. Aerion sent a pulsed cry after the two in confusion. He was smaller and more agile but was still caught off guard. Tucking his wings he dived after them.

The three of them looped around Driftmark several times. Aemond now comfortable and the high had him laughing out loud. When was the last time his cheeks hurt from smiling? When had fear turned to excitement? Aerion and Vhagar continued to call between one another.

The ground was quickly approaching, Aemond could hear Aerion roaring after them but the high of his adrenaline took over. He used his full body weight to right Vhagar’s flight path. She straightened out and now they were flying. The two glided over the water, Aemond nearly loosing his head to a flock of seabirds. Vhagar dragged her wings through the water, swaying in the air. She was cutting through the air at an angle giving her rider a gorgeous view of the clear, moonlit sky. Aemond stared off in wonder. Aerion bellowed at him and flew beside them. He was silent through the air. He pushed ahead to chuff at Vhagar, the older roared in return. Aerion swooped below her head to the other side.

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Jace was shook awake. Groggy and with a groan he turned to whoever was waking him. When he saw Baela he was instantly awake. Her eyes were filled with worry and Jace was on high alert.

“Someone stole Vhagar.”

“What?” It was disbelief. How could someone steal a dragon. Especially at that size. He got out of bed and the three of them woke Luce. His younger brother was wide-eyed but followed after them.

“Should we get Aemma?” Luce whisper at them as the four children snuck down the halls.

“No. She’s probably asleep.” Jace immediately hissed back. After he had snapped at Luce, Jace had realized that his sister hadn’t been intending to harm him when she said Ser Strong was still alive. That was her way of grieving he’d surmised. He’d let her keep believing Ser Strong was ok. He only wanted his sister to be happy and safe. Which was why he didn’t try to talk to her when he came to this conclusion. That and he didn’t know what to say. And it was why he didn’t want Aemma to come with them. Whoever had stolen Vhagar must be dangerous and he didn’t want his twin sister to be in harms way.

The four children were rushing through the stone tunnels beneath the Keep. They were crouched in case they came across guards but didn’t slow. This was important. Baela and Rhaena were leading but they came to a stop when they met a figure.

“It’s him.” Rhaena bit out.

“It’s me.” Aemond breathed. He was smug. Nothing could ruin his mood. He’d just claimed Vhagar and had his first flight. He shook off his cloak as he approached them.

“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.” Baela’s voice was shaky.

“Your mother’s dead.” Aemond shot back. He finally stopped a couple feet away. “And Vhagar has a new rider now.” Tone flat. He really didn’t want to explain himself. Especially not to crybabies and bastards. He wanted to go to bed.

“She was mine to claim.” Rhaena bit out with tears in her eyes.

“Then you should have claimed her!” The eldest prince was done. He wasn’t going to be sorry for achieve his dream. His nephews just stared at him from behind the girls. A snarl was working its way across Jace’s face. “Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride.” He continued cruelly. “It would suit you.” He finished with a tilt of his head.

Rhaena roared rushing at him. She tried to push him down but he was stronger and simply pushed her down. At that Baela sucker punched him in the faced. Aemond screamed out but he returned right back to her. How dare this little girl hit him! She too fell to the ground. “Come at me again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!” He spit down at her.

Jacerys and Lucerys came at him now. Jace punched him in the chin it, it was weak. He followed it with a right then a left hook but Aemond easily dodged. He kicked his nephew down with a boot to the chest. Luce screamed up at Aemond trying to rush him but the boy was weak and uncoordinated. Aemond held him at bay and shot his fist into the younger’s nose. He felt satisfied with the crunch of cartilage and the following scream of pain. Jace steadied himself and pushed Aemond down. He was overwhelmed by the three of them. They were kicking and punching at him, he tried shielding himself but one would shove his hands out of the way and the others would start punching down on the open area.

Having had enough, Aemond kicked Jace off of him first. Then he grabbed Rhaena by the throat and threw her onto her sister. The two girls tumbled away. He hadn’t even gotten up off the ground before Lucerys ran at him screeching. Aemond stopped him by the neck, he held the boy up as he got off the ground. Adrenaline rushed through him, mind only on getting these children away from him. His hand searched for something to use and it landed on a rock. He lifted it over his head, now standing tall above Luce.

Victorious, riding the high of claiming his dragon and conquering these four children. Brimming with all the resentment and hurt feelings from over the years, he viciously snarled down to the sobbing boy, “You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!”

He shot a fleeting look to Jace.

“Bastards.”

“My father’s still alive.” Luce cried in his hold. The boy was squeezing his eyes shut. Aemond lowered his arm and looked over at the older brother.

“He doesn’t know, does he, Lord Strong?” His lip curled in a cocky sneer.

It was enough. Jace was done lowering his head in shame. He was done with he looked down upon like he and his siblings shouldn’t be alive. He was done with his uncle lording over him! He grabbed his dagger from its hilt, pointing it at Aemond. Daring him to say something else or threaten them again.

“Jace!” Rhaena called in fear. The entire situation was getting out of hand. Both and and Baela’s tempers cooled when Aemond had grabbed the stone. Aemond snickered he pushed the younger boy towards his brother. Jace brushed around Luce’s thrown body, swiping at Aemond who was advancing.

Realizing his nephew was serious, Aemond’s smirk fell and he focused on dodging the wild swings. He frowned at the boy and slammed the rock down on the side of Jace’s head. Once again, he raised the stone in the air and slowly walked towards the fallen Jace. The power of being in control was taking over his brain. He felt so powerful, untouchable. Like a God. The feeling had him smirking over at the scared girls. Rhaena shook her head at him while Baela tried to pull her back lest they become his target.

Momentarily distracted by the girls Jace saw his brother scurry towards the blade. Needing to protect everyone from his crazed uncle, he grabbed a handful of sand from the floor and threw it in Aemond’s eyes. Disoriented and blinded Aemond stuttered backwards hands covering his eyes. He squinted one open but Luce sliced at him with a scream.

He didn’t feel the pain at first. Too high on confidence and power. There was a flash of white then his left eye went black. Wet heat spilled down his face and he cupped his eye. That’s when the pain arose. Aemond screamed falling to the ground. Blood gushed and fell between his fingers like crimson pillars. He was groaning, exhaustion hitting him as he sunk to the ground.

“Seize this at once!” A voice boomed from down the tunnel. Ser Westerling was rushing down towards them. “Get away!” He order to Lucerys and Jacerys, coming to a stop beside Aemond. He took a knee reaching out to steady the boy as he writhed in the dirt.

“My Prince, my Prince. Let me see.” He was speaking softly trying to coax Aemond and ease him. Three other guards stopped the other children from leaving. Gently, the knight rolled Aemond over to get a look at his wound. Aemond’s strength was drained he closed the one eye that seemed to be working and passed out.

“Gods be good.”

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Aemma nearly ran as she tried to keep up with the Queen. Something happened to Aemond and her mind was blurring. She knew he was stubborn. He’d come limping back to the Weirwood Tree after trying to find an unclaimed dragon in the Dragon pits. It was continuous. He hurt himself, push himself for just a sliver of respect from the other boys. She hoped he hadn’t tried that here. Who knows what the dragons would do to him! They were all crammed together and uncomfortable. Too many dragons on such a small island.

“Aemond!” Alicent screamed as they entered the throne room. The guards had escorted the children and kept them there until their parents, guardians or the King himself arrived. Aemma hadn’t even seen her brothers or cousins. She followed the Queen and she cried over her son. Maesters were already prepping needles and threads to close the wound. One of them that was crouched in front of the prince straightened, a small chalice lifting aww from Aemond’s mouth. Milk of the poppy. To numb the pain.

When she got close enough she saw the full extent of the wound. Aemma gasped. A long, deep cut was carved across Aemond’s left eye. The skin around his socket was swollen and angry but tiny bit of eye she could make out made her stomach feel like lead.

The eye itself had been cut through. Even at seven, Aemma knew he’d never see through that eye again. Aemond, thankfully, wasn’t feeling anything as the maesters began to sew the wound. The Queen didn’t know what to do. Her hand kept dragging across her mouth to running along her throat. Her chocolate eyes never blinked as she watched her son’s face being stitched back together. Aemma reached for Aemond’s hand but Alicent physically blocked her.

The King arrived, he sat heavily upon the Driftwood Throne. “How could you allow such a thing to happen.” He chastised Ser Westerling and huffed. “I will have answers.” Aegon and Helaena arrived as did several other members of court. The Hand seemingly appeared out of shadow. Helaena watched her brother being mended with a blank face and Aegon kept baring his teeth and looking sick.

“The princes were supposed to be abed, My King.” The knight replied.

Aemma stood off to the side from the royal family. Any attempt to console her uncle was challenged by the Queen. Alicent had tears steadily running down her cheeks but her expression was void. In order to busy her hands she grabbed a rag and started patting the blood and sweat of her son’s face.

“Who had the watch?” Her grandsire’s tone caught Aemma’s attention and she looked at the men near the throne.

“Young Prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace.” Ser Cole’s dry voice replied. Aemma’s eyes widened. No. Her brothers wouldn’t do this to him. They weren’t violent! They were grieving, sure. But they wouldn’t cut through Aemond’s eye!

“Aemma…” that’s when she was made aware of the other children in the room. Luce’s small voiced called out to her. Jace was shielding him in his arms. Blood was splattered all over Luce’s face. Her lips fell apart in shock. Rhaena had a busted lip and Baela’s left eye was beginning to swell closed.

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” The King boomed, leaning heavily on his cane. All the Kingsguard save the Queensguard bowed their heads in remorse. Apologizing to their king.

“The Kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace.” Cole droned on.

“That is no answer!” Viserys roared into his face.

“It will heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent asked when the man was done treating the prince. Aemma and Aegon shared a look behind her back. Aegon’s disgust obvious on his face while his niece just looked scared.

“The flesh will heal. But the eyes is lost, Your Grace.” The maester never looked away from his work. The news sunk into the full room.

Like a viper, the Queen rounded on Aegon. Gripping his tunic collar, “Where were you?”

Blindsided Aegon only had the chance to ask “Me?” Before being slapped. He exclaimed in surprise and shielded his face. His mother’s crazed look had him shrinking away. “What was that for?” He croaked out.

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” They were nearly nose to nose. The Queen’s quiet rage was terrifying. Aemma didn’t know what to do to help. Aemond refused to acknowledge her or accept her help. She felt rooted. Almost feeling wrong to cross the room to her brothers.

Where was mother?

“What is the meaning of this?” Corlys boomed. Rhaenys was hot in his heels as they descended the steps from their chambers. Both had just been risen from bed. When they reached the bottom step, Rhaenys rushed towards the girls who crashed into her embrace.

“Baela, Rhaena! What happened?” She breathed. The room’s eyes were all on their hosts. She was ushering them to the side trying to get answers and scanning their wounds. Corlys, meanwhile, stood tall across the King beside Jace and Luce.

The doors creaked open. Rhaenyra and Daemon appearing into the room.

“Jace? Luce!” Their mother rushed to the boys when she found them in the crowd. Immediately she fell to her knees assessing the damage. “Who did this?” She accused loudly into the room.

“They attacked me!” Aemond roared with equal rage.

“He attacked Baela!” Jace yelled back.

“He broke Luce’s nose!” Rhaena added.

The adults of the room looked from one side to the other as the children accused each other. Yelling over each other. Aemma didn’t know who to focus on. She wanted to cover her ears, hearing the people she loved hurling blame at each other.

"He stole my mother's dragon!" Echoed loudly across the room.

"Enough." The King finally commanded but it was fell on deaf ears. The children each wanted to say their piece before they were silence.

"He was gonna kill Jace!" Luce's voice.

"I didn't do anything!" Aemond.

"Enough--" the King began. But the Queen cut in. Eyes glaring in fury.

"He called us-" Jace faced off against the Queen in defiance.

"It should be my son telling the tale!" Alicent screamed over all other voices. Her hand was securely in Aemond's, leaning over him with fierce protection.

"SILENCE!" Viserys roared. Everyone in the room heeded his command.

Jace leaned into Rhaenyra so she'd hear. "He called us bastards." She straightened. Standing equally as protective infront of her boys. Her hands clasped in front of her and she turned to the room. That's when she saw her daughter, standing alone, across the room. She motioned for Aemma to come to her but the girl looked too afraid to move.

"Aemond..." the King started down the throne's steps to his son, heavily relying on his cane. His form passing her line of sight was what shook Aemma from her fear. She followed after him. Hands clutching his sleeve. He didn't shake her off even in the high tension. "I will have the truth of what happened. Now." Aemma looked at her uncle with wide eyes.

The Queen gave no openings. "What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible."

"It was a regrettable accident." Aemma looked over at her mother.

"Accident?" Alicent didn't sound at all convinced. "The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son." It looked like she was appealing her son's case to the people at court.

"It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves." Rhaenyra was done listening to Alicent's poisonous sob stories. "Vile insults were levied against them."

"What insults?" Aemma peered up at her grandsire. He looked to his eldest daughter but pressed the princess close. There was a beat before Rhaenyra answered.

"The legitimacy of my children's birth was put loudly to question." She was holding Luce's hand while Jace leaned against her. Aemma's teary eyes flicked over to Aemond. Her uncle was sunk into his chair not looking at her.

"What?" Viserys looked down at Aemma then back to her mother. He was now hugging her to his side. Both Otto and Alicent took notice of the King's protectiveness over the girl. Otto knew this was a loosing fight just from that gesture. Alicent thought she could still appeal to her husband for their son.

"He called us bastards." Jace said aloud. Aemma saw the twitch of Aemond's lips. It crushed her heart. That's when his gaze roamed up to her. Seeing her glossy eyes- was she crying? Was she....angry? His smirk fell.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons." Aemma saw her mother approach the King from the corner of her eye but she wouldn't break her stare on her uncle.

"Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders." Aemond broke their stare to turn and look at his half-sister.

"Over an insult?" Alicent's voice broke with disbelief. "My son has lost an eye."

Aemma didn't want to get close to Aemond after his reaction to calling them bastards. The King leaned over his son alone.

"You tell me, boy. Where did you hear this lie?" Aemond looked down. Aemma was still frown at him, betrayed.

"The insult was training yard bluster. The lot of boys. It was nothing." The Queen tried to defend her son but Viserys wouldn't have it. He steadied his son with a look.

"Aemond. I asked you a question." Backed into a corner Alicent tried again to sway blame.

"Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children's father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter." The King agreed repeating his wife's question.

"I do not know, Your Grace. I could not find sleep. I ahd gone out to walk." Aemma turned to her mother at her reply. Brows furrowing deeper recalling how her mother had sent them away to bed. She could have found their father and taken him to their rooms but Aemma doubted it. But she said nothing.

"Entertaining his young squires, I would venture." The Queen seemed to have expected that type of answer from Rhaenyra. Aemma shot her head to the Queen in confusion.

This was getting them nowhere. The King once again focused on Aemond for answers. He ordered his son to face him. "Your King demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

Aemond's eye slid to his mother for longer than necessary. Aemma felt sick. The Queen was saying that they were bastards? Everything she'd said that night was a lie? Sweet nothings? But why? Her head was spinning.

"It was Aegon." Aemma barely heard her uncle's surprised reaction. Too hurt and feeling isolated near these people. She inched slowly away from them towards her mother.

"And you, boy?" Viserys crowded his eldest son. Where did you hear such calumnies?"

Aemma was rushing to her mother's embrace. She wrapped her arms around Luce who leaned heavily into her. Jace reached out to hold Aemma's hand. The three siblings were all connected. Standing together with their mother.

"Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!" He yelled at his son. Aegon didn't meet his eye staring straight at his brother.

"We know, Father." He slowly turned to face the King. "Everyone knows. Just look at them." Exasperated, his eyes dragged over to Jace, Luce and Aemma. Viserys followed and looked at them. His gaze lingered on his frowning granddaughter's red rimmed eyes. Silence followed.

Instead of agreeing. He rose his voice again. "This interminable infighting must cease!" He slammed his cane down, speaking through his teeth like the words pained him. "All of you! We are family!" His voice was hoarse but he continued nonetheless. This time in a more broken tone, "Now make your apologies and show good will to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!" He was exhausted and made his way back to the throne, done with the ordeal.

The Queen couldn't accept his decree.

"That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. 'Good will' cannot make him whole." Aemma didn't know if the tears in her voice were real or not. She couldn't trust anything any of them said. They'd all been lying to her face and faking their kindness to her.

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye-"

"No, because it has been taken." King and Queen stood before one another.

"What would you have me do?" Viserys was loosing what was left of his patience.

"There is a debt to be paid." Both of them were tense. Alicent turned to Rhaenyra. "I shall have one of her son's eyes in return." She raised her chin at them. The crowd looked at Luce in shock. Aemma shielded him behind her.

"My dear wife..." the King warned.

"He is your son, Viserys. Your blood." She pleaded for him to support her. To take her side for once. Instead he slowly approached her.

"Don't not allow your temper to guide your judgement." His voice was controlled but the look in his eyes dared her to press on. She did not care.

"If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston," the King turned to his wife. Dumbfounded that she wouldn't obey his command.

"Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon."

The knight shifted. He had no issue carrying out her orders but he stayed with uncertainty of the King.

Luce called out to their mother in panic. He moved completely behind her towards Jace and Corlys. Aemma was left by her mother's side looking wildly from knight, to King, to Queen to the crowd. Viserys tried to reason with the Queen.

"He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son." Rhaenyra warned the knight directly, her own pale eyes growing wide.

"Stay your hand." The King couldn't believe he was having to order this.

"No, you are sworn to me!" Alicent's own voice was running raw as she tried to control the situation.

"As your protector, My Queen." Her knight shifted again but didn't move. The Kingsguard Commander was wary beside him.

"This matter is finished." The King was face to face with his wife. "Do you understand?" This was no plead, this was no threat, this was final.

Luce peeked his head from behind their mother. The room seemed to release a sigh with the matter being done with. Aemma was still tense, she wouldn't move from her position shielding her brother. Aemond had once again turned around in his chair to glare at them. His eye softened on Aemma but seeing Luce behind her curled his lip in a snarl.

"And let it be known: anyone who's tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's children should have it removed." The King pointedly glared at the Queen with his final words. Their mother thanked him from across the room before turning to ease her children.

That's what broke Alicent. She took a deep breath before stomping towards her husband and unsheathing his catspaw dagger. Having it in her hand she strode towards Rhaenyra.

"Mother!" Aemma warned. Alicent had her arm raised to spill blood. Chaos ensued once everyone were shook from their stupor. Ser Westerling was barking orders at Cole who was weaving through the crowd towards the two women.

Rhaenyra was holding Alicent at bay. The two mirrored one another. Both holding the dagger and each other's shoulders. Aemma pushed her brothers into their grandsire's arms. Corlys urged them behind him. Rhaenys crowded the four children behind her. Aemma stood beside her grandmother watching her mother with bated breath. She lost sight of her mother when the guardsmen crowded around them. They created a ring around the two women to ensure they didn't harm each other or others.

"You've gone too far." Rhaenyra's voice nearly sounded like a plea.

"I?" Alicent scoffed. "What have i done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law."

Aemma pushed through knight's and onlookers, Jace called after her but wouldn't be released from their brother or cousins. The princess had squeezed through to stand beside the Sea Snake. She gasped out seeing how close the blade was to her mother's face.

Alicent's eyes were drawn to the sound. Seeing the little girl who reflected her mother so perfectly. It boiled new rage in her belly. She turned back to Rhaenyra. "While you flout all to do as you please!" The King called out for her to release the Princess but it fell on deaf ears. "Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again."

"Release the blade, Alicent." The Hand called out but once again it went unheard. There was no distracting the Queen from this. Aemma didn't know why the Queen hated her mother but this entire thing wasn't about the boys. It was between the two of them.

"And now you take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled." Aemma moved forward buy Corlys reigned her back with a strong hand.

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness." Both women had tears streaming down their faces. Aemma couldn't catch what her mother whispered to the Queen but it enraged her so that she flung Rhaenyra into the Sea Snakes arms. The sound of metal cutting through something echoed.

Everyone took a step back. Aemma hugged her mother from the side. She didn't want to look at anyone so she'd closed her eyes but there was a trickling sound that raised her attention. She was the first to see the steady stream of blood coming from her mother's arm. "Mother..." her voice was quiet but it had everyone looking down at the cut along Rhaenyra's arm. Blood slid in a line down her palm, falling to the ground. Staining Aemma's skirts and the stone.

Alicent dropped the dagger in shock. Everyone stared at her like she'd gone mad. Aemond broke the trace.

"Don't not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange." She turned to him. "I may have lost an eye but I gained a dragon."

"This proceeding is at an end." The King took control of the shock, dispersing the crowd. Aemma saw Daemon approach them. Her brothers ran up behind them crowding their mother. Daemon held her arm to look at the wound. Aemma was sandwiched between the two as Luce tried to get a look.

Aemma turned her head to see Aemond sink into his mother's embrace. Daemon pushed Luce between himself and Rhaenyra, squeezing him into Aemma. But the princess didn't look away from Aemond. Her uncle's good eye stared tiredly back at her and for the first time in her life, she saw hate.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon oc #its been 84 years #sorry for the delay #HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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sapphire-writes · 1 year ago

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You're going to live for the next thousand years -as the saying goes- because you updated JUST as i was thinking about you.

A couple of hours I saw this reaction image and I've just been vibrating with excitement to use it for this newest chapter.

Gworl.... Miss Jo....

I like Floris.. i like her a lot. The whole chapter gave me slight Euphoria season 1 vibes except much less toxic and with Floris giving some serious but much kinder and friendlier Maddie energy. I like her!

Also, that man needs to grovel more!! Oh, you spent a whole ass week checking your phone? Grow up Aemond, you'll never be a tumblr girlie checking on her mutuals notifications for their shitposting.

Helaena was a real one too. As far as what Aegon did to kid Aemond...ugh... Trashy, lame, boo, tomatoes.. you ruined a perfectly good kid you wet sock!

I liked that Floris got her apology, and i felt so bad for her. To be disrespected like that but see it as a compliment...oooh girl... My heart goes out to her.

Now i need you to know that the whole smut.. it was excellent... Rule of threes says the third time they indulge in their exhibitionism kink sth is going to happen! (they have no chill and im HERE FOR IT *screams in slut*)

But i also need to disclaim.. i may have an intense fear of heights and edges and Ferris wheels are particularly terrifying becuase they are slow, they build up the anticipation and the fear and let you stew in them. (I may have cried once before during a ride).

So my trashy brain kept thinking that throughout all the moaning and the *sounds* you would be able to hear the creaking of the rusty hinges and i just about died.

Last but not least

Feral cunt struck thirsty ass pussy needy Aemond is something VERY PERSONAL and also PRECIOUS, PLEASE!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩

if that man begs again or acts desperate and needy🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 i will throw my phone in the sea and watch it get swallowed by the waves

Dom! But bottom or Sub! But top Aemond is not a want actual it is a need.

This has been a PSA. Y'all are welcome.

Anyways! Great chapter as always can't wait for the gala shitshow (if dae shows up i wish baela decks him). I am now going to patiently wait for your readers to reblog the fic and post their own reaction images because istg this is the second wave of enjoyment i get everytime you or Rae update.

Bestie, first you need to know I live for your reactions- every time I post I literally giggle knowing I'll see you in my ask box soon 🤭 😘

I was totally channeling season 1 Euphoria with the carnival scene- I always knew the carnival was happening and at first, wasn't going to have Floris be a bestie, but I am such a girl's girl I simply could not make her mean!! GIRL POWER!!

Aemond begging. Let's talk about it.

IM OBSESSED AND HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THIS!! So glad you enjoyed it 😘

ilysm bestie, thanks for taking the time to always send me your thoughts, seriously you make my whole day!!

#sapphire answers #our last summer

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izfrogzy · 6 months ago

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Soft and Innocent Part IV 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Kissing Heavy petting, fingering, Dry humping/grinding, corruption, sinful acts of the night, consensual passion.

A/N: A bit lengthy and a lot more NSFW content in this chapter.....Lightish Smut in this part.....no P n V yet but tons of Foreplay and confessing love...A bit fluffy and angst but also steamy and smutty....Hope y'all enjoy Tried my best....may not have good grammar or proper punctuation....apologies in advance.....Characters behavior may not be canon but please remember its all AU scenarios for the fun of it....Enjoy the chapter. :)))))

It had been several days since that night. Aemond has not been able to look at his sister since. Any time she was near he got an uneasy and guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He also felt his heart and chest ache whenever he was near her as he desired to hold her close and be with her. But he restrained himself. He continued to keep his distance and remained in his chambers mostly, trying to distract himself and push it all aside.

Aemond was in his chambers when the door to his rooms suddenly opened up. His head snapped towards the door as his hand reached down to his hip where he had his sword in his scabbard on his hip just in case. But he relaxed slightly when he saw it was only his sister standing there in the doorway. “Sister, what brings you to my chambers?” He said with a slight edge and coldness in his voice as he said it. That uneasy guilt feeling rose up again as he looked at her.

She gulped and sighed. “I....I wanted to come see you…Lēkia.” She said a bit nervously after she sensed he was in one of his moods maybe. “But Perhaps I should not bother you.” She said looking away licking her lips she wore one of her loose silk nightgowns....her hair loosely sprawled over her shoulder and back.

He felt as if his breath was stolen from him as he saw her. Her long smooth and rosy looking skin was showing from the nightgown, and her silky smooth hair down her back as she stood there looking away nervously. The guilt and shame once again filled his body as well as that deep desire to be with her in an intimate way....and it was eating him up inside. “No.....it's fine. What did you wish to discuss?” Aemond had to force the word out.

“I was hoping we could discuss many things maybe?” She asked, looking at him with begging eyes. “I cannot find sleep these last few nights....not since....Mother announced my forced betrothal.” she explained averting her eyes fiddling with her fingers now.

Aemond felt himself tense at the mention of her betrothal, and he once again felt his stomach drop in unease as well as the guilty feeling in his heart. Aemond closed his eyes tightly, trying to steel himself to be strong and not give in to the feeling to hold her close. “Have you tried any dream tea?” Aemond asked in a cold and emotionless tone as he opened his eyes.

She looked at him and huffs “You know I hate the stuff Aemond.” She said pushing past him entering his bedchambers.

Aemond felt her as she walked past him. His body tensed at her sudden closeness to him as he felt a shiver go up his spine as she passed by. He stood stiff and rigid as he did not like her being so close to him. He couldn’t allow it. His feelings were so conflicting all he wanted to do was to hold her close. “I do not know what you expect me to do about your problem then.” His cold voice and stiff body remained.

Seanna sighs and speaks, taking in the dimly lit room of his warm bedchambers, “I merely seek your company......though I get the sense....you've been avoiding me as of late.” She said and glanced behind her looking at him as she slowly turned. “You haven't have you, Brother?” She asked Innocently

Aemond stiffened up even more as she slowly turned back to look at him. He felt like he was going to snap and lose control if she kept looking at him like that. Like she was so vulnerable and helpless. His entire body was on edge just staring at her and her pleading eyes. He swallowed hard as he felt the guilty feelings come back as well as the desire to hold her close. He was going to snap. Gods he was going to snap.

“No…” He choked out as he looked away from her.

She approached. “What is the matter Brother? You seem off?” She stood before him now, Aemond continued to look away from her even as she came closer. He felt his hand clenching into a tight fist. He wanted to hold her so badly….it was eating him up inside. He felt his body stiffening even more as her smell reached his nose. That sweet smell of her skin and hair was intoxicating to him. He wanted her….desired her so badly it was driving him mad.

“Sister…” He managed to get out in a strained and tight voice.

“Yes?Lēkia?” She asked gently.

He felt his heart skip a beat as she gently asked him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt that desire and guilty feeling rise up in him again. His entire being ached with the desire to reach out and feel her against him. Aemond slowly turned his gaze back onto her. Feeling his heart skip a beat as he got a full look of her. His eyes traveled over her form in the nightgown and her hair falling over her shoulder.

“I feel...I am, conflicted sister.” He said in a lowered tone of voice.

Seanna looked at him gently and frowned slightly “Conflicted? Has something happened Dear brother?” She asked calmly.

His eyes continued to gaze over her body as he took in her form. The way you could see the contours of her body thanks to the nightgown she was wearing. Seeing the smooth skin of her arms and shoulders before he finally rested his gaze upon her. He felt his heart beating faster and faster as he looked into her eyes as that guilty feeling once again rose up in him.

“Yes....conflicted sister…..” He whispered and she sighs and looks at him concerned.

He felt his resolve beginning to crumble as his hands balled into fists at his sides. He gritted his teeth as his entire body screamed at him to reach out and touch her. “Sister…..I...I feel I’m losing my mind, and my feelings...they are eating me up inside.” He managed to say the words he’d been holding back the last few days and weeks.

She got close worriedly not understanding and she gently grabbed his arms. “Oh Brother what troubles you so?” She asked so concerned for him.

He felt his heart stop as she grabbed his arms. The feeling of her closeness against him sent a shiver up his body instantly. His breathing became shallow as he looked down into her eyes. There was this deep desire and need inside of him. He wanted to hold her and kiss her so badly. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He didn’t want to. “Sister….it’s you….you…..you’ve been driving me mad.” He said finally admitting his pent up secret he held within him for so long.

She looked at him confused for a second and she blinked, loosening her grip on his arms and she gulped averting her eyes. “Me brother?” she asked, trying to understand his conflict he was having how she was involved in that conflict.

Aemond could not stop himself any longer. He reached out and grabbed her by her arms pulling her closer to himself at this moment. Aemond’s breathing became shaky and fast as he began to lose his mind and give into his need. “Yes...it's you sister...everything about you is driving me crazy. Your smile...your eyes...your hair...your sweet scent...the way you speak. How soft your skin is. I can't stand it...I don’t want to stand it anymore..” He confessed to her and she just stared at him looking shocked and a bit surprised.

She looked up at him a bit nervously and she gulped. “But Brother…” She said gently.

Aemond could feel his control shattering as she looked up at him with those pleading eyes. He was so close to just taking her in his arms and kissing her. Then he heard the sound of her swallowing slightly.

“Do....do you have any idea….of what you do to me….Sister….?” Aemond’s breathing became heavier as his grip on her arms tightened and he held her even closer.

She gulped, biting her lips conflicted a moment and she gulped. “It wasn't my intention…” She tried to say flustered.

The more she attempted to speak and deny what he was saying the more his control shattered and fell. Without a second thought he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her by the waist and pulling her close to himself as he brought his lips down to hers in a desperate and hungry kiss.

His mind was completely blank at this moment as all he felt was her against him and the feeling of her lips on his own. He never wanted to kiss anyone this badly before. All this time he spent avoiding her. He didn’t want to stop the kiss. He felt he could kiss her all night. But he also couldn’t breath like this as they stood, so he reluctantly pulled back. He pressed his forehead to hers as he gasped for air.

She whimpered and panted as he pulled back a bit overwhelmed now as a warmth started brewing within her she felt tingly and light headed.....She gulped as his forehead rested on hers and his arms held her close.

He held her tightly against himself. He couldn’t let her go. He felt like he couldn’t breathe if he didn’t have her in his arms right now. He rested his forehead against hers and he shivered a little as he felt the way she was breathing against him. He gently cupped her face in his hand and began to stroke her cheek as he tried to regain his breathing under control. “Sister...I can’t….I can't deny these feelings I have for you any longer…” He panted out.

He stared down into her eyes seeing her flushed face and heavy breath. She was so beautiful like this, and he knew he would do anything to keep her like this forever. Without thinking about it he gently grasped the nightgown she wore pulling it down her shoulders slightly. Wanting to see the smooth and rosy skin of her shoulders and upper chest.

“Aemond….” She muttered lightly as his lips touched what he exposed.

Aemond shivered as he heard her breathlessly call out his name just like he had imagined. He bent his head down to her exposed skin, planting a kiss on her shoulder and along it to the crook of her neck. As he kissed and sucked on her rosy skin he brought his hands down to her hips and grasped her pulling her closer to himself so they were pressed together.

She breathed heavily and whimpered under his touch. She had never felt this feeling before; it felt like sparks and lightning throughout her body at Aemond's touches and kisses. She whimpered and moaned softly tilting her head back. Then his hand on her hips gently glided over up her body and she gasped in surprise and pleasure.

“B-Brother.” She said breathlessly as her hands gripped the front of his nightshirt.

He groaned softly as he felt her gripping his nightshirt and he continued to kiss and suck on her rosy skin at her shoulder and along her sensitive neck. His hands remained on her hips keeping her pressed against himself. He could feel himself becoming aroused. And he could feel her breathing become more heavy and faster, and he could hear those little moans escaping her mouth. That just aroused him even more.

She panted and she subconsciously grabbed the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair gently. “Aemond.” She moaned softly. “Please....”

Aemond shivered as he heard her say his name again. He felt her fingers thread through his hair and he could feel his heart picking up in pace. The desire to touch her was overwhelming and he felt like he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“What do you need sister?” He whispered against her neck.

“I....I don’t know.” She whimpered tugging against him desperate for anything from him now.

He groaned against her neck as he heard her whimper. Feeling her tug against him and her pleading tone. That was it. He was gone. He suddenly reached down with his hands and grabbed her, pulling her up and into his arms as he suddenly carried her to his bed.

Seanna gasped in surprise as she was scooped up into his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly she panted heavily as he carried her over to his bed. Her mind was spinning and she felt a new desire come into her. To see more of him....to kiss him again and feel him more. She wanted him. That much was clear. She felt him gently lay her down on the bed.

She laid there all rosy and flushed......she bit her lips and he looked at her and then he started to undress himself while she laid there so innocent and beautiful.

He looked at her on his bed laying there all flushed and rosy from his kisses and he could feel his heart racing and pounding in his chest. He felt his need to touch her more and see her grow more at the sight of her. Without a word he began to undress himself. Taking off the night shirt and tossing it aside before he began to undo his pants. She would see his upper body which was toned and muscular.

Her eyes roamed his bare chest and toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Aemond was fit and muscular but he was more lean instead of bulky like some men. She bit her lips as her skin tingled, and she shivered. Aemond looked handsome and so handsome when his skin was on display. And his chest and his bare arms...he was so handsome.

She nervously watched him approach her and her body on his bed and he started gently pulling off her nightgown.

Aemond reached down to grab the bottom of her nightgown pulling it up and off of her. He tossed it aside and looked down at her naked body upon his bed. She was so beautiful in the faint candlelight. He stared down at her for a moment before he slowly joined her on the bed.

She gasped when he pulled at her nightgown and she felt the cold air touch her body and her breast as he pulled it off her. She whimpered as she was suddenly laid down on her back. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Aemond look down at her taking her in. She shivered as she felt cold but then Aemond was on the bed and she felt her head spin even more as he hovered above her.

She instantly covered her breasts with her arm and her thighs clasped together as she felt the most vulnerable under Aemond's gaze even with his one eye.

He instantly noticed her move to cover her breasts and his eyes widened a bit before he reached down and gently pried her arms away.

“Sweet Sister...there is no need to shy from me...let me see.” He whispered the words as he slowly lowered his body down till he hovered over her.

She gulped and nodded. “I'm sorry Lēkia.” She whimpered, trembling more as she’s fully exposed to him like this.

He gently took her chin in his hand. “Don't apologize...Sister...Sister you are so beautiful...you should never be ashamed of me to see your body, to see all of you.” He gently whispered the words as he looked down at her laying under him. He slowly began to trail his hand down her body, from the side of her neck, down to between her breasts and finally to her stomach. Aemond shivered as he could feel her smooth and silky skin under his fingertips.

She whimpered upon his hands exploring her body....his touched made her body warm up and flush more.

Aemond shivered as she whimpered and arched under his fingertips as he continued to gently touch her. He let his hand continue gently traveling down her stomach, down to the inside of her thighs. He gently used his hand and his fingers to softly caress the inside of her thigh, gently rubbing as he kept his gaze focused solely fixated on her face.

Seanna had her eyes shut as she felt so overwhelmed right now in the best possible way.

He continued his gentle caressing of her inner thighs before he gently cupped between her thighs and he slowly began massaging that spot with his fingers. All the while he kept his gaze fixated on her moaning and flushed face.

She blushed as his hand went down between her thighs cupping what laid down there dripping and flushed....his fingers grazing between her folds.

He groaned slightly as he felt her wetness between her folds as his fingers gently teased and rubbed her. He reached up his other hand gently grasping her face, as his thumb softly stroked her cheek. “Sister....you are so.... beautiful.....so Soft and Innocent.” He whispered the words down at her gently as he slowly rubbed his fingers against her center.

She panted and whimpered more upon his words and his touches her whole body felt alive. She reached her hand up, grasping his shoulder gently and his arm as his thumb grazed her cheek. His touches were driving her crazy and she arched and squirmed to his touch. “Brother…Lēkia…” She whimpered and panted.

He panted and groaned deeply in response to hearing her whimper that word again. He gently leaned down over her more. His body pressed down against hers, he whispered down at her. “Sister... I want to kiss you...I want to taste your lips.” He muttered and groaned against her while he continued to gently rub her now. He wanted to kiss her, so badly he ached.

“Please....” She begged and whines as his fingers continued to rubbing upon her center.

He groaned and groaned again at her request. With no more hesitation he lowered his head and he pressed his lips against hers. Kissing her passionately and deeply. She responded quickly back, her moans muffled slightly from their kissing.

He kissed and kissed her as much as he could, loving the feeling of her against him, of her kissing him back just as passionately. He groaned and moaned into her mouth. He wanted more, he needed more. He began to gently push his fingers harder against her core and rub it.

She whined as his fingers pushed into her again and again as he moved his face away from her she moaned and trembled as his fingers worked against her walls skillfully.

When he pulled his lips away his eyes stayed on her face, and he watched every expression she made and every noise that escaped her moaning mouth. Feeling the way she trembled under his touch.

“A-Aemond..... feels....so good." She whined and met her brother's gaze with her dilated eyes full of desire and need. “Brother….”

He groaned at her words, at the way she said his name and at her intense gaze on him. “I......I ache for you. I need to be close to you.” He whispered softly while he held her stare and pushed his fingers deeper into her core.

She let out a sting of moans and she wrapped her arms around him. “So do I....but my maidenhood.” She whimpered and whined. He closed his eyes as he felt her arms wrapped around him and hearing her moans and whimpers. He rested his forehead against hers as he gently whispered to her. “Fuck…..You’re right…..” He muttered and then he kissed her forehead “We shall wait on that then alright?” He asked but his sister grabbed him, whining “But....Brother.” She whined.

He groaned as he heard her whine more as she spoke. “Sister....listen to me. We don't have to....not tonight.” He whispered softly to her while he held her close and he gently kissed her forehead and her temple, he didn't want to hurt her.

Seanna nods but she clung to him still “Don't stop this though okay? your fingers feel so good….” She begged.

He groaned and he leaned down to her and kissed her again. “I won't, I promise....I don't want to stop. I want to hear you and feel you moaning in my arms....for the whole night…” He whispered the words while he gently continued to rub his fingers against her core, pushing deeper into her and rubbing her walls.

She moaned into the kiss and her body squirmed more under his touch once again.

“Yes.....Yes brother please…” She begged her body moving against him slightly for more friction as his fingers continued to pushed into her core again and again.

He groaned and whimpered watching as she squirmed against him for more pleasure and his fingers rubbed her core. He felt himself growing more and more aroused at watching her and feeling her like this. He reached down with his other hand and began to gently stroke his hand up her hip, to her stomach as he kissed her again.

She moaned against his lips.

He groaned as he kissed her, his fingers slowly pulled away from her core as slowly he grabbed her hip gently and gently he lifted his head up just enough to whisper against her lips. “You...You make me crazy sister, you make me so crazy.” He whispered before he leaned down and gently buried his face to her neck as he gently kissed and sucked her sensitive tender skin. All while his hand was on her hip he gently dragged his fingers and nails down her hip leaving red marks till he reached her thigh.

She whimpered and trembled.

“You are so soft and sweet, like a flower.” He whispered against the sensitive flesh on her neck. Then he slowly nipped the skin gently but with a little bit more force. His tongue licked all along her neck and his lips continued to gently kiss and suck on her delicate sensitive skin. All while he gently rubbed his hand along her inner thigh and

gently squeezing her skin.

She whimpered and murmured his name as her body was shaking.

He loved hearing her whimper and moan his name. He loved the way she responded to his touches and how her body trembled and squirmed. He slowly continued gently kissing and biting down her throat and down to the crook of her shoulder. As he did he reached down and gently grabbed her thigh and he suddenly gripped his hand around the back of her thigh. He wrapped her leg around himself to keep her close as he pressed his body down against her center.

Seanna whimpered as he rubbed against her....she felt him against her.....he had no plans on taking her virginity that night he definitely needed some sort of release....and proceeded to grind himself against her silky folds and wetness.

He let out a loud deep groan, his breath shuddering and he inhaled as he moved himself against her center.....in doing so building her own peak alongside his as his lengths thickness continuously rubbed and pressed against her spot and entrance without truly entering virgin walls.

When he groaned, he shuddered upon her and she held onto him as he continued his movements grinding against her.

Her moans and whimpers and the feel of her nails against his skin pushed him closer to the edge, his grinding became almost desperate and his breath grew heavier.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia.” She moaned in High Valyrian.

“Oh....Sister....Mmmm.” He groaned and grunted against her throat, while her nails left more marks upon his skin on his back and shoulders. Her moans and her whimpering his name were like music to his ears and he continued to press himself harder against her center, building the sensations of pleasure for both together.

His nickname leaving her lips in Old Valyrian made him growl low and deep as his grip around her thigh got tighter. His moans mixed with his heavy breathing and he felt his need to push inside her grow more and more as she continued to say his name and moan. His need to push himself inside of her but he held back from doing so.

She felt so intense, her body felt hot and he was building her pleasure with his touches and his grinding. The feel and sound of his moans and grunts made her feel dizzy, and she was getting close....so close. Her body was trembling as her moans were becoming more desperate. She was babbling the same words in Old Valyrian and she held onto him tightly.

“Lēkia.....Lēkia Avy jorrāelan.” She moaned desperately.....Big Brother I love you....She had said in High Valyrian. “Avy jorrāelan.” I love you.

He almost whimpered. Hearing her say those words in High Valyrian was music to his ears. Her words and her moans mixed together and made him feel like he was drowning in pleasure. “Sister......” He had to stop moving against her for a moment to speak, his breath shuddering and he swallowed hard trying to control himself a little. “You are......perfect.....so sweet.”

Seanna whimpered and looked at him with her glimmering violet eyes “Please.... Lēkia....So close.”

.He groaned and leaned down to her face. He brushed his nose against her face and whispered to her. “Then fall apart into my arms. I have you.” He whispered to her and immediately he started to rub against her again, building the sensations of pleasure as he did his grind against her.

Her body felt so good, the pleasure building and building. Her arms wrapped around him as his pace and her body brought them closer to their peaks. She moaned and panted his nickname and High Valyrian words in his ear, she held onto him, all while his pace continued to build her higher and higher. “Yes.....Yes Lēkia.” She moans filled his bedchambers.

He panted and groaned as he listened to her say his nickname and moaned into his neck. Listening to her sweet voice and as he felt her breath against his neck. It was almost too much for him. “Sister....you....drive me insane.” He groaned the words against her throat. His hips continued to rock against hers. Her body felt so sensitive and his words gave her a pleasant shiver. The feel of his body against hers and his hips rocking against hers......She was becoming overcome by the sensations all around her. Her whimpers became more and more desperate.

“Please brother......”Her legs tightened around his hips as her moans and gasps increased. They sounded like the sweetest music to him. He groaned and clung to her as he felt himself come undone; he groans and trembling as he continued to grind against her as she was not far behind him now.

Then her eyes rolled back slightly as her back arched and something she never experienced before happened and she almost cries out but he smothered her cries of pleasure with his lips.

He felt her body suddenly arch tightly under him and hearing her moans grew sharper and louder before his lips smothered them. He knew what happened and as he held her close to his body he kissed her. Her body now trembling and shaking slightly under him from the sudden height of pleasure.

She was in such an euphoric headspace. Her body felt light and fuzzy and she didn't want him to ever let her go. So she held onto him desperately at that moment.

She panted and trembled her body felt heavy and light at the same time she was in a bit of a daze now.

He hovered over her and he gently leaned down on his elbow to hold his weight and not to crush her.

He could see her face still flushed and her eyes were heavily dilated from pleasure. He could hear her panting and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. He gently lifted his free hand up, up to cup her cheek and his thumb gently traced her cheekbone back and forth.

“Was I good Lēkia?” She asked faintly totally out of it. He couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his mouth upon her question, and the way she sounded. He gently leaned down and he kissed her lips gently. His voice was a whisper when he spoke. “It felt like my body was going to explode, Sister, it felt like fire. You were so good. So perfect.” He whispered gently to her as he continued to gently kiss her lips and trace her cheekbone with with his thumb.

“Did you.....I remember Aegon with that girl.....Did you....meet your fulfillment too?” She asked concerned not knowing if he had finished when she did or something.

He gently chuckled once more at her questions. He gently leaned his forehead against hers as he nodded his head slightly in affirmation. He kept his gaze on her face while he spoke to her.

“Yes.....Sister don't worry. I found my release.......” He whispered and gently kissed her forehead while he reached down and caressed the inside of her thigh slowly with his fingertips.

Seanna blushed more. “Truly brother?” she asked gently, nuzzling into him. Aemond continued to gently caress her thigh and he nodded his head while he held her gaze.

“Truly. You.....You were perfect. Don't ever question it.” He whispered gently to her and he slowly kissed her forehead once more. Then he slowly leaned down and he kissed her cheeks and the corners of her lips gently. Slowly his path led down to her chin and he slowly started to kiss and bite and suck on her chin and her throat.

She whimpered and laid there tilting her head aside for him to do more.

“Mmm…” He groaned out as he continued on her throat. He slowly made his way up to the jawline, then to the spot right behind her ear. He gently kissed that sensitive spot under her ear and he gently bit down on the skin slightly and sucked on the skin.

She shuttered and bit her lip. “Brother.”

He bit down on her skin a little more and his hand gently squeezed her thigh once before his hand began rubbing in the inner part of her thigh again. He groaned lowly against her skin as his other hand was gently supporting him while on his elbow and he slowly began kissing his way back down to her throat and to her clavicle.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh Aemond my Lēkia…” she murmured.

He moaned and groaned again upon hearing her words.

“Sister....” He groaned again as he reached her chest and gently began pressing kisses and gentle bites to her flesh and her collar bone. He loved hearing all her little noises and whimpers, all while he pushed her thigh apart slightly and began rubbing again but gently against her sensitive folds.

“Brother....” She whimpered, biting her lips. “Thought we were done now?” She asked, looking at him with her hazed expression. He groaned low when he heard the words and when he saw her bite her lips.

“....I was going to continue....but if you're too sensitive and tired....I won't…” He whispered against her chest while he peppered her soft supple skin with more kisses and nips to her skin. “No....it's alright…Aemond.” She assured him, smiling softly.

He groaned once more as he looked down at her chest and he raised his head up and he looked at her face.

“Are you sure?....Sister?” He asked gently to her. He didn't want to push her too far or hurt her. He whispered the words softly and gently while his hand began to rub small and slow circles along her inner thigh.

She smiled and pulled him close and kissed him......for the rest of the night Aemond and Seanna spent together in what passion they could share for now......keeping her virginity in check but not allowing her to leave the bed there was tons of ways Seanna will come to learn....to receive pleasure from a lover.....and she knew now.....she truly deep down wanted Aemond now....more than ever before......

Aemond gave in to her embrace and her kiss. He continued to keep her in his embrace all night and the sound of her sweet pleasured and satisfied moans and whimpers filled his ears all night. His hands roamed all over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, memorizing her body and how it felt against his. He never allowed her to leave the bed, not for food or even water. He just wanted her in his arms and in his bed. In his grasp.

By the next morning the sun was peering in through the windows and he finally released her from his grip once more, he knew he had to. After they bathed and broke their fast as she left back for her own chambers he found himself thinking of all their events of the night such events will not be easily forgotten and he had a feeling more will now entail with him and his Soft and Innocent Seanna.

A/N: Stay tuned for part five....may get a bit more steamy ;)))

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