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Melody Journey (Music TV Show, 2024)
Zhou Shen, Xue Zhiqian, Ayunga, Liu Yuning, Liu DuanDuan, and more
I blame Liu Yuning for my falling into the c-pop wormhole, which led to a whole new world filled with cheesy ballads, romantic love songs, old-school rock hits, and cdrama OSTs. Chinese music industry really knows how to celebrate its talentsâand have fun while it's at it!
Melody Journey has a fairly original concept. They invited a bunch of upcoming and established composers to present their new (!) songs to equally established and upcoming singers. That creates a very powerful mix - the singers get exposure and can sing some pretty amazing new hits (or less amazing, but it's still all in good fun), and the composers get their songs being broadcasted nationwide for the first time.
The modern stage is visually striking, the filming of the whole show is top-notch high-quality, but what makes it so damn good and delicious on all levels is the cast. The show features a lot of familiar faces from Singing with Legends season 3, which was pure awesomeness (if you haven't watched it - just go and do it now, you'll fall in love with all the singers and probably the Chinese music industry as well).
This means we get to enjoy the frantic humor of Xue Zhiqian, as well as his passionate performances. Next, there's Zhou Shen with his incredibly high, androgynous voice and a diva-like presence on stage (that, and his humor barely passing the show's censorship XD). There's also the incredibly lovely Shan Yichun and some cool guests appearing all the time, so the cast is pretty fluid.
At some point, Ayunga joins the stage - and if you know him, you know that this Mongolian musical singer is a real gem both in terms of looks and his gorgeous voice. Then Liu Yuning joins the show, bringing his magical voice and powerful performances, which can't really be compared to anyone else. That, and his personality also shines bright.
I was also very surprised to find Liu DuanDuan (2nd Prince from Joy of Life) to be a pretty good singer. Like really good! I didn't connect to him much at first, but he has a quirky sense of humor and a very hard-working personality. He's very passionate about singing, and it shows!
The show is hilarious right from the first episodes, there's so much humor, you can watch it just for that alone. Xue Zhiqian is a walking stand-up comedian, but he treats music very seriously. He also shifts between the roles of a singer and composer, giving some of his songs to the performers.
Because all the songs are new, it's very exciting to see the whole process of reacting/choosing what to sing. Everyone has their own personalities and preferences, which makes for a very entertaining process. I haven't laughed so much in a long while. All the guys and girls know each other, so it's not really a competition, but rather a fun music camp they do altogether.
At the end of each episdoe, some cutting-edge AI decides what song has the best chance of becoming a hit. That's pretty much it! No rewards or fancy titles. The show itself with new music and interesting performances is the reward, so they're doing it just for the fun of it.
I enjoyed the concept just as much as I enjoyed everyone's performances - there were lots of really cool new songs! So I recommend watching it fully, but if you're interested in our boy Liu Yuning, he appears in episode 7.
I've watched 9 episodes out of 11, and it's been nothing but fun paired with excitement :3 The humor is literally never-ending. No one is safe from friendly pranks.
You can't have Liu Yuning on the show without some height jokes, okay? They're obligatory)))
All the boys are incredibly touchy-feely and they hug a lot, which made my heart all warm and fuzzy. They're so cute. Also, the support seniors have to younger stars is very heart-warming.
Apart from all the fun, the show is just very pleasing to the eye. The stages have cool visual effects and some performances are very artsy.
The beginning of the show is already striking and you know it's going to be pretty!
#melody journey#cvariety#c-pop#chinese singers#liu yuning#xue zhiqian#joker xue#éżäșć#ayunga#ayanga#zhou shen#liu duanduan#the second prince#the 2nd prince#joy of life#joy of life cast#chinese music#shan yichun#singing with legends#this show is nothing short of amazing#do watch!#LYN#Youtube
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#thoughts#questions?#comments?#concerns?#I actually have no idea what to make of this guy#mama's boy?#Like even throughout the novel he was never not by his mother's side... not even once and iirc the queen never appeared without him either#does he even have a name..?#his mother was the real b****#his sole purpose was to be the reason the queen was a little -- no BIG -- s***#But the story could probably do without him too. Like the queen could have been unable to give birth and could have hated Callisto just cuz#But then the emperor wouldn't be such a s*** father so I guess he is kinda important#I guess i kinda wish I got to learn more about him#He's good looking?#vadd#villains are destined to die#ditoeftv#death is the only ending for the villainess#the second prince
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I actually thought this was a brilliant fanfic idea and ended up writing a little novel on the topic XD Things got queer somewhere along the way, but I'm eternally grateful for the inspiration and those sleepless nights I spent writing this fic. I'll humbly leave the link here just in case. It has a bit of everything - the royal family interactions, a case study on Fan Xian's pansexuality, backstabbing plots, the Emperor being his vicious self, and many more endearing things that I loved in the show, with my own spin on everything.
But it is, in its core, inherently queer and very BL-esque with various important not-so-philosophical questions arising in a society that's not quite ready to answer them. But it's all in good fun (kind of, almost, not really). There's some trauma. And lots of humor. And I think I actually like how it turned out. Will be posting more soon!
I need a Joy of Life spinoff focused entirely on the imperial family interactionsâFan Xian, the princes and the Emperor, and all of their shenanigans. No high stakes stuff, just small-time squabbling and vicious scheming over tiny stakes. Imperial Father, I denounce Fan Xian for stealing my grapes. Imperial Father, the Second Prince is wise but has no proof. Imperial Father, why is Fan Xian here at this family brunch, again.
Fan Xian does constantly try to escape this family circle, but the Emperor wonât let him. So heâs stuck accompanying the Emperor and the princes on all kinds of family outings. Brunches. Hunts. Visits to important temples. The brothers keep squabbling. The First Prince wishes he could stab half of them. The Crown Prince is trying to hold on to the crown. The Second Prince is plotting against everybody in turn. Fan Xian is defending himself and attacking whoever he feels deserves it at the moment. The Third Prince has no clue whatâs going on. Allegiances shift constantly. The Emperor is having a great time
#joy of life#joy of life 2#fic#fanfic#writing#fanfiction#fan xian#case study#this is one of the biggest fanfics I've ever written in my life XD#I can only love it at this point#it's kinda sorta not finished#but it needs to see the light of day already#god bless Joy of Life and its creators/writers/producers#it's one of the best shows EVER#li chengze#li chenru#the first prince#the second prince#fan ruoruo#poisons#humor
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gargoyle Mal is everything I've ever dreamed of and more. his little raincoat! his umbrella! I hope he really does have big ol' stompy rainboots to splash around in puddles in. I hope they have little faces on them.
(Twst please give me Malleus having a rainy day adventure, this is everything I need right now)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#malleus draconia crown prince of briar valley descendent of the witch of thorns and a mage of frightening power: ooh big splashy#(my brain INSTANTLY to this very day: hit 'em with a splash attack)#honestly though yeah i do just want to see malleus having a really good fun day in the rain looking at some big stone fellas#it's gonna be three solid hours of him lecturing us on the minutiae of stone masonry and i'm gonna be hooked on every second#remember kids: aqueduct means you're in luck#if there's no water spout then get it the heck OUT
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Viserys I Targaryen and his son Aegon II vs Aegon II and his son Jaehaerys
đȘ inspired by this tweet:
#aegon ii targaryen#jaehaerys targaryen#lauraneedstochilledits#house of the dragon#tom glynn carney#prince jaehaerys#hotd S2#hotd spoilers#hotdedits#targaryensource#dailyhotdgifs#hotdcentral#hotd#aegon targaryen ii#the greens#house of the dragon spoilers#aegon the second#house of the dragon tv show
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Apple Of Their Eye
part two here
PAIRING: Dark! Aegon Targaryen X sister!reader X Dark!Aemond Targaryen
CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni) incestuous relationship, dark!targaryen brothers, innocent virgin!reader, dubcon, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, handjob, riding, breeding, threesome, kissing, possessive behaviour, nipple play, throat fucking, drunk reader, praise, pretty much the targaryen brothers giving their sister sex lessons and claiming her as theirs.
SYNOPSIS: Being close to both your Targaryen brothers had its own perks. Drinking wine together, going horse riding and reading books. It was all a dream but when Aegon heard the talk of your betrothal, he decided it was finally time to taint you. What you didnât expect was Aemond walking in on you indulging in your older brotherâs sickly pleasures.
Giggles erupted from your lips when your sweet brother, Aegon made a weird face to encourage sweet giggles out of you. His favorite sound in the world, as he liked to address it. Your bond with both your brothers was something never seen before among house Targaryen. Fiercely loyal to each other, defensive and protective. You were the perfect trio of destruction â well, with a honeyed touch of peace.
That was your vital role.
To calm down the blood of the dragons.
You had grown so attached to one another that both your brothers denied the responsibilities of the throne, wishing to spend time with you.
You had to convince Aegon to sit upon the throne and he agreed in one go when his little sister asked for it. How could he not? You were looking up at him with such hopeful, glimmering eyes, those long lashes of yours coating the apple of your cheeks.
He often wondered if his bridled desires would break out of control one moon and find way to you?
Aemond entered the room, hand resting atop his sword as he analyzed the room, which was in shambles. You and Aegon again had enjoyed a pillow fight â pieces of feathers and cotton everywhere in the room. Pale sheets on the floor and wine spilled everywhere.
He was the youngest, yet he felt as though he was the oldest amongst you three. You and Aegon behaved like little children, even when you were younglings. Aegon and you would disturb the council members and pull hilarious pranks on them meanwhile Aemond paid them no mind.
âYou two.â His voice put a hold to your giggles, your attention diverting to your brother. Your silky strands â similar to Aemondâs â were a mess. They reached your hips, only at such a young age and Aemond couldn't keep his one eye off the loose strap of your dress over your creamy shoulder.
Aegon smirked to himself, knowing well him and his brother shared their feelings about you.
You smiled at Aemond, a big grin of excitement adorning your soft, delicate features. âAemond! Come here, have wine with us.â
He shook his head. âI have duties to tend to, sister. You carry on.â
Your lips formed a frown. âBut Aemond, I miss you. You rarely ever spend time with Aegon and I. Do we bore you now, do you seek fun in planning war and those boring councils?â
Aegon nodded in agreement and Aemond shook his head, walking closer and taking a seat on the bed with you. Aegon had his head on your lap, staring at you with love sick eyes of a puppy. Your flushed state and rosette cheeks were a vision for Aemond â his callous hands aching to touch you.
âAemond how can you neglect our beautiful sister here?â Aegon taunted, reaching out to wrap a finger around a strand of your silver hair and curl it. You smiled at him, cheeks round and Aemond swallowed. âI am not neglecting her, I am merely occupied with tending to my duties since no one else will.â
He diverted his one eye to Aegon and the older brother groaned, tugging on the single strand of your hair. You whimpered at the pain, lips puckering into a pout. âAegon, stop it.â
âYou shouldn't trust Aegon so much, sweet sister. He is all but a twat,â Aemondâs words made you turn to him and he looked away from you, not wanting his gaze to linger somewhere below where he was allowed. His own reluctance at being around you proved that he too struggled with the same demons his older brother did.
Aegon sat up now, eyes boring into Aemondâs. âAnd why shouldn't she? I pay her more mind, more attention than you ever would.â
âI trust him, brother. You should too, he's our king and he cares for me.â You softly spoke.
Your soft soothing voice was like the sun against their cold words. Aemond pondered late at night how their monstrous house got blessed with such a sweet little thing? Repentance was not something that came to house Targaryen â so why were they bestowed with you?
Your kindness, to the maids â the highborn ladies and even the members of the small council made you quite the perfect candidate for queen, especially when the realm loved and adored you. The sweet daughter of Viserys Targaryen, left behind to bring prosperity and love.
âYeah, she trusts me.â Aegon said, scooting behind you. His chin nestled over the small cup of your shoulder, staring straight ahead with mischief in his gaze. âDon't you, sweet sister?â
You nodded, coyly.
He was almost taunting Aemond, being able to stay this close to you while he was busy with preparing for war. It was not fair, definitely to Aemond it was not. He inhaled a sharp breath as Aegon buried his face in the crook of your neck, accidentally pressing a kiss to your exposed skin. Your body shuddered and you quickly pulled away from him, staring at him in confusion.
Aemond felt a lump form in his throat.
Fuck, you were so innocent. Oblivious to the sick desires of both your brothers.
âBe careful, sister.â Aemond said to you, gesturing towards the other Targaryen brother. âYou're too innocent for your own good.â
Then he got up, parting from your chambers, hoping that the next time he enters, he finds you all alone and not with that foolish brother of his. He did not harbor resentment towards Aegon necessarily, but ever since they were children, they fought. For a dragon, for toys and for your attention. It had been a constant battle of who'd bring you the prettiest flower first, who would be first to dance with you at feasts, who's horse you'd sit on and ride.
For everyone else it was draining but you relished the attention you got from your brothers. Enjoying each and every bit of the fight going on for you â only you didn't knew it went beyond the walls of brotherly love and they were horrifyingly obsessed with you.
Aemond had turned down every marriage alliance, not interested in securing the future of the realm if it came at the expense of being far from you. A woman would only act as a wall between the two of you and Aemond did not want any walls. He would gladly crush them, with or without the help of Vhagar.
You prepared another cup of wine to drink but Aegon was called to the council â arranged by the dowager Queen. Crestfallen, you let your brother go as he fixed his attire and departed from your chambers, after leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.
As soon as Aegon entered the council room, he's greeted with everyone there. Each member and with a scowl on his face, he takes his seat. Evidently upset by having to leave his sister, even though he could go back to her at anytime.
âYour Grace.â Everyone greeted him, standing up and heads low. Aegon gestured them to sit and they obliged, following into their comfortable seats.
Alicent looked at the council members, knowing that the discussion they had come to would eventually upset the King. Everyone was hesitant and Aegon noticed that. He raised a brow, confused. âAre we here to stare at one another? If we are, do excuse me. I have pressing matters to attend to.â
Everyone knew pressing matters meant giving his undivided attention to his little sister.
âIn order to secure house frey and gain access and control to the passage in riverrun, we think it would be best to form a marriage alliance with them.â Alicentâs words didn't actually hit Aegon how they were supposed to, as he grinned. âWe cannot offer a dragon, we can offer a dragon.â
Assuming the marriage alliance was for Aemond, his younger brother not his little sister. âGreat, it is about time Aemond finds himself a pretty bird too.â
He was cheerful. If Aemond was married, he would have your attention all to himself and he became overjoyed with that, a little too fast. Alicent swallowed, exchanging glances with the master of coin and the maester. Her hesitance was in existence because she did not know how maturely her son would handle to the news of sending his only sister away from him.
âYour Grace, the marriage alliance is for your sister, the Princess. House frey has suitors available and the Princess gets to choose with whom she wishes to maââ
Aegonâs palms slammed down against the wooden table, rising up from the table. His gaze searing and his lips quivering from the sheer courage of Tyland Lannisterâs, to marry his sister off without even inquiring him about it. The fact that they even thought of doing that filled him with a rage so overwhelming, he felt like burning the whole small council to the ground.
âThat is my sister you're speaking of.â He reminded them. âI will have your fucking tongue for even suggesting to get her married off in the first place.â
The whole council flinched at the Kingâs outburst. Alicent had expected it to be a tantrum but this was more than a childish tantrum. The room was elevated with tension as Aegon panted, his body quivering from the rage coursing through his veins.
Alicent took a deep breath. âIt is for the best, my King. You need to win this war and the Freys are demanding a dragon which we cannot provide.â
âSo you give them my sister, like some fucking piece of coin?â He snapped, turning to her. âShe is the princess of house Targaryen, my sister. I will not have you subject her to the same fate as all the other women.â
Aegon dismissed the council, walking out of there. Alicent sighed, holding onto tethered pieces of hope that maybe talking to Aemond about it would be better, since Aegon did consider him his closest blood and best sword. Little did she know she would be riling up another dragon and awakening it.
The next few hours were unbearable for Aegon. He had visited your chambers but you were nowhere to be found and when he asked your maids, he was told you'd gone out to collect flowers for the vase in your room. Countless times both your brothers had told you to either tell them or command the servants to bring you flowers â still you did what you felt.
Upon your return, you found your chambers not deserted. Aegon was there, situated on your bed. Hair a mess, tunic unbuttoned revealing his pale chest. Your brother was disheveled and you couldn't recall the time you two spent together being the cause of this.
So what had happened?
Worried and upset, you dropped the basket filled with flowers by the side of your door and walked over to him. Your purple dress, a match to your purple eyes, flowing behind like the waves of the sea. You sat next to your brother, small hands reaching out to cup his face in them.
âBrother, is everything alright? You seem upset.â You inquired and when Aegon raised his head, you saw just how devasted he appeared.
Devasted and drunk.
Your eyes noticed the cup in his hand, as well as the pitcher on the floor. Something happened at the small council, that much you figured out. But what had happened, now that was for Aegon to tell you.
Though your brother only stared at you, bringing the cup to your lips. âDrink, for me.â
You were in no mood for wine but you still obliged him, parting your lips and consuming the wine. The crimson tainting your lips red as you swallowed it, gulp after gulp. Even for you that was a lot and when you were finished, Aegon refilled the empty cup.
âDrink more.â It was a command.
You frowned. âDid I do something wrong, brother? Is this your way of reprimanding me?â
He stared at you, eyes droopy and full of glimmering lust for you â unbeknownst to you. âI want us to be drunk together, like old times. Please.â
You heard the plea in his voice and nodded, softening at the disheveled state your brother was in. You parted your lips to take sips as Aegon held the cup for you. He pushed it, more and more until the wine had overwhelmed you and drops spilled over your dress, trailing down your chin.
The red had absorbed into the purple but you finished your glass, staring at Aegon after the glass had been tore from your lips.
Aegon moved further into your soft bed, veiled by pellucid pale curtain and you followed, laying next to him. His head found comfort on your chest, a frown so evidently ceasing his features. Confusion had clouded your senses â hoping that your brother might tell you the cause of his distress.
But all he did was lay silently on your chest, feeling the soft plush of your breasts against his cheek.
Aegon swallowed the urge to press his mouth over your pebbles and suck them, burying his face deeper into your breasts. He was a mess and he knew that his mother would go against him, to secure more power and alliances with the other lords.
He could not let it happen.
He mouthed lazily at the chiffon, attempting to take a nipple of yours into his mouth. The purple fabric absorbed the saturation of his saliva, as your brother crossed all the limits between the two of you.
As if there were any to begin with.
âA-Aegon, what are you doing?â You whispered in a breathy gasp when he sucked on your peaked nipple through the cotton, his other hand moving to provide your other breast with attention.
Your back arched slightly and your breath quickened as your brotherâs hands moved down to the laces which held your dress together. As drunk as you were, you still knew this was wrong yet had no control whatsoever of the situation. Once your laces were loosened enough, Aegon tugged at the sleeve of your dress and unveiled your breast.
âBrother, this is inappropriate. You're under the influence of wine, we should notââ
Aegon looked up at you with the softest look on his face, akin to a puppy. He switched his attention to the unattended breast of yours which he had uncovered, suckling on the nipple, fingers rolling the soaked one in between them. Your soft lips were parted and made the prettiest little sounds of pleasure foreign to you.
âI'm your brother, sister. If I don't deserve to have you like this when who does? Those fucking house frey suitors?â He snapped, voice fallen to a few octaves. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, not being able to understand what he was insinuating with his words.
Your brows scrunched and your crinkles formed on your nose. âH-House frey, Aegon?â
He chose silence.
Aegon moved to lean up against the bed, his unbuttoned tunic revealing his bare chest beneath his small clothes. You watched him, your silver hair a mess â cascading beautifully down your shoulders and narrow back. Aegon patted his lap, a silent order for you to sit on it but you could only blink innocently.
Having no regards of such matters.
âCrawl to me, sister.â
You nodded, as puzzled as you were, slithering to settle yourself over your brother's lap. Both hands on his chest as your thighs sat over each side of his waist, looking down at him. This was all new to you but you were not complaining.
His hand extended to grasp your chin, pulling your face closer to him. He could see everything, all the subtle features which made you all the more beautiful. The mole neath your left eye, the way your pupils enlarged whenever you locked eyes with him, how your pretty lips quivered. âToday I will teach you how to make your brothers the happiest. You wish to learn, don't you sister?â
You eagerly nodded.
Aegon grinned. âKiss me, my little dove.â
You obliged, pressing a kiss to his cheek and Aegon released a chuckle. In complete awe of the naivety you possessed. âHere, sister. This will make me and Aemond the happiest.â
You were hesitant with it but still leaned your head, pressing a subtle, feather light kiss to Aegonâs lips. His hunger was far from satiated as he stared at you with a hooded gaze, his blood heating up at the feel of your lips against his. He was over the moon with only a peck, he could only imagine the power of a proper liplock.
âDid I do good? Was that okay, brother?â
Aegon shook his head. âNo, little dove. You have to do more, kiss more of my lips. Try to suck on them, yeah?â
You puffed out your cheeks, irritated at your own incompetence at making your brother happy. Still, you kissed him once more but this time like a baby bird trying to eat it's food with untrained beaks, you tried to suck on Aegonâs lips. Closing them around his upper lip, your saliva glossing his lips. Aegonâs cock stirred awake in his breeches at how inexperienced you truly were. An innocent girl getting ruined by her brother.
You closed your eyes, focusing at the task at hand. Aegon reached for your nape, locking it in place as he finally kissed you back. Soft kiss of yours evolved into something harsher, something more passionate and you whimpered, your endeavor to retreat declined by your brother. Your small hands nestled over his chest â trying to push him but it only strengthened the kiss, Aegon trying to drown in the sweet nectar.
âOpen your mouth, little dove.â Your endeavor to speak was mistaken as consent by your brother, his tongue running over the edge of your perfect teeth â making way to your tongue. He wrapped around the wet muscle and began to suck on it, the saliva dripping from your mouth and slipping into his. Light headed you had become due to the vigorous kiss and how your brother dominated your mouth with his tongue.
Aegon soon broke the kiss and allowed you a few moments of air, staring at how swollen your lips had become. He had tasted you and it only fuelled his desire more for you. To claim you and never let anyone else's sight fall upon you. Heart fluttering at being the first man ever to put his cock inside you.
âThis is what good sisters do for their brothers.â He said to you, his hands rested on your thighs and thumbs swiping across the pale skin. âYou're such a good girl, my Princess. You'd do anything for your King, won't you?â
You nodded your head impatiently, doe eyes looking into your brother's purple ones. Chest falling and rising, sharp intakes of breath breaking through the silence. Aegon smiled and that was the biggest achievement for you, ever. He lifted one hand from your thigh, taking your small hand into his. Aegon loved how your petite hand disappeared into his â a perfect size you were for him.
He wondered in that very moment how you'd look taking Aemondâs cock into your small mouth, considering he was bigger than the both of you. Taller, toned from the constant training of wielding a sword. The thought of both of them taking you at once riled him up like nothing else.
Aegon brought your hand to his crotch, laying it over it. Your coy eyes widened. âB-Brother.â
âUnlace my trousers, sister.â Albeit it was an order, his tone was soft. You had never seen such a dark look in your sweet brother's eyes, violets always glimmering with excitement and happiness.
You were hesitant at first, reluctance dripping from the way your shivering fingers pulled at the soft laces which tightened his trousers. Aegon watched with a curious gaze, knowing very well he was about to defile his little sister and ruin the innocence she so wholeheartedly showcased. It almost made him sad but this was necessary, to wed you to him. Or even Aemond.
He couldn't care less who you married as long as it was one of them.
With bated breath, you loosened his trousers and then looked at him for further instructions.
âPull out my cock, sister. You should feel something hard, that is my cock.â Your silver lashes fluttered, fingers getting to work. The second you felt something hard, skin but rigid â you grasped it to free it. Aegon hissed upon your cold touch and you retreated, feeling bad.
He was quick to reach for you. âNo, no. Do not worry, for I am fine. You shall continue.â
So you did, given the reassurance, your gaze focusing on the unclothed cock of your sweet brother. Aegon reached for your hand and wrapped it around his own cock with your neath it. âI need you to move your hand, sister. Pursue my actions, this will truly please me.â
Aegon began to move his hand in slow, sensual strokes and you followed. The more you touched him, the more he lost his composure. Little sounds falling from his parted lips and his hand fell to the side over his thigh â letting you take the lead. You picked up your pace, hand undulating over his throbbing length.
Palm stained with his precum, you used it to slick his twitching cock and then moved your fingers up. A shuddered gasp of fulfillment slipping from Aegonâs mouth upon that accident. You smiled, in victory and pressed the pad of your thumb deeper into his little hole. Watching as more of the pale liquid spurted out.
The more you stared at it, the prettier you found it â shade darker than the rest of him and cock head the same pink as his agape lips. Varicose veins, a deeper hue of purple than the ones of your irises embedded in neath the flesh.
Eyes sparkling at the thought of touching Aemond in the same way, getting to see such an intimate part of him. You wished he was here, to be able to do this for him would be a great blessing.
Your mouth watered the more you gazed at your brother's glistening cock head. Without paying much mind to it, you leaned lower and closed your lips around it. Aegonâs eyes immediately snapped open when he felt the warmth your mouth provided and stared down at you.
âOh, Gods.â He groaned, almost a whine. âWho taught you this, my sister? Have you engaged in such acts before?â
You quickly backed away, shaking your head with a guilt ridden face. âNo, Aegon. I am so very sorry if this was something I was not supposed to do. I promise I have never done this before, I promise. I sweaââ
âHey,â Aegon whispered, caressing your face with his large hand. âI believe you. You see I do not wish for you to get involved like this with someone else. It is only right if you do it with me, and Aemond.â
You nodded your head understandingly. âI would love for you to continue, my little dove but right now I need something more. Could you give it to me, my sweet girl?â
âYes, brother. Anything my King wants.â You smiled, lips shimmering with his residual and Aegonâs cock twitched.
He pulled you on his lap once more, hands on your waist. Then the pair dropped lower to your bare thighs and Aegon bunched up your dress, revealing your unclothed, bare pink cunt. You were never too fond of wearing small clothes under your dresses â summer of Westeros unbearable for a delicate thing like you.
He licked his lips deliciously.
âJust as you touched me, I have the full right to touch you too. You understand?â You nodded like an obedient student, stomach churning in anticipation for your brother's next move.
Aegon pulled you closer rather harshly by your thighs and your shoulders went slumped, feeling his head brush against your pearl. Your eyes widening at the electrifying contact. âI need to do this in order to make my cock fit inside you, so be a good girl and let me, okay?â
âYes, brother.â You whispered, stomach fluttering in anticipation.
Aegonâs fingers moved to your cunt, running in the center of your soaked folds. He found it amusing how you had no idea of the pleasures taken between a man and a woman yet your body had reacted like this, cunt drenched and wet. He knew your maidenhead was still intact, after all he rarely ever let you be in the presence of someone else.
If Aegon was occupied, it would be Aemond who would linger around you like a new born shadow.
They knew how innocent you were, how fucking naive and monsters lurked in the red keep. You needed their protection more than the people of the realm. Careless they were about the iron throne, Aegon wished to fuck you on it before properly ascending it.
âOh.â Your eyes slightly rolled back at the way your brother caressed your folds, pinching your pink pearl. âYou've got such a beautiful cunt, my sister. I am sure you will put it to good use to make your brothers happy, won't you, little dove?â
Eager you were to please them.
They had brought you everything, anything your heart had ever desired. Allowed you to ride their dragons with them, brought you the most beautiful gifts from the north and drowned you in lannister gold. Both brothers even went as far as getting you jewelry from Dorne since Aemond caught you complimenting a dornish necklace.
Aemonâs thumb prodded at your bud, swirling it around, watching how your face contorted in pleasure. Lids fluttering shut and head thrown back, fingernails digging into your brother's chest. You were a fucking sight, all disheveled. With his other hand, he entered a finger into you and your pleasure-clad face evolved into one of pain.
âOw,â you complained at the sting of being stretched out. âAegon, that hurts.â
âI know, my Princess but you mustn't rush. I will bring you pleasure soon, it is a promise.â
You believed him, waiting out the sting as Aegon fully sunk his finger into you. Driving it in and out of you, all the while rubbing your swollen attention seeking bud. Your expressions were the prettiest, the most breathtaking and he questioned himself why did he not do this earlier?
Just what was stopping him back?
He was the fucking King, goddamnit. He could have you whenever he wanted and you would give yourself up to him, everytime. Just like right now how you were serving yourself up to him on a silver platter like those animals during feasts.
âBrother, oh my god. This feels weird, I feel weird.â You whimpered, hips moving on their own accord over your brother's fingers and Aegon licked his lips, furthermore sinking his canines into his lower lip.
Aegon added another without warning and you whined out, a loud one which made him reach over and press his palm over your lips, sealing them shut. âAs much as I absolutely adore your sounds, we should not let anyone find out.â
You nodded, and Aegon removed his hand, letting you breathe. You decided to keep it blow but everytime Aegon would move his finger inside you and you would feel it run at your gummy unclaimed walls, little whimpers would escape you. Feeling his fingers curve up and rotate, hitting into a spongy spot of whichâs existence you too were unaware of, you cried out.
Aegon smiled.
That was enough preparing.
Aegon pulled out and you gasped when he brought his lips to his mouth, sucking on your sweet arousal.
He wanted to take you on your back but that was how he took his whores. He would never let them sit on top of his thighs and look at him like this â all dolled up yet disheveled. You were his sister, the apple of his fucking eye and Aegon was not going to take you like some whores.
They existed to keep his sick desires for you at bay, but he knew after this, he would not be needing them anymore.
âThis is going to hurt, sister but worry not, I assure you I am right here. It shall feel better soon, just like with my fingers.â His comforting words and soft tone helped with your trepidation â allowing your brother to raise your hips and align his cock with your drenched hole.
Aegon allowed you to sink down on him and when his head breached your entrance, a sting worse than before spread like a virus, consuming your whole being. Your eyes welled up with tears and your lips quivered, a brusque tremor awakening in your petite hands. He was quick to come to your rescue, holding both your hands and leading the pair to his nape, making you latch onto him for support.
âHere, hold me. As tight as you can, my little dove and carefully slide down. Be careful and gentle, alright? No rush here.â He continuously comforted, guiding you and you nodded, inhaling a deep and brief breath.
Then you sunk more, his girth expanding your hole. Little movement and reassuring words from your brother helped you take the entirety of his cock and when your ass finally met his thighs, Aegon groaned. You felt his cock twitch inside you and your hold around his nape tightened. The pain was throbbing and hot â consuming your whole being but the fact you were so full with your brother's cock, contempt, you let out a drunk giggle.
Short on breath but still, you smiled at Aegon.
While you two descended deeper into forbidden pleasures, Aemond had gotten free time to come see you.
After intense sword training and back and forth of sharing strategies of the war with Ser Criston Cole, Aemond had found his feet switching route â bringing you to the hallway where your chambers were located. As he walked, with each step, he felt extreme excitement build up in his stomach. Finally having enough time to spare you a visit and get drunk, bask in your presence.
He hoped that Aegon would not be there as he wanted you all to himself, especially for tonight.
Upon opening the door to your chambers, the view before him left him astonished and there were rarely many things that left Aemond Targaryen astonished. He was quick to close the doors, not wishing for anyone to come across the Princessâ bed chambers and witness such sin.
His hands formed into fists â how you sat on top of Aegon, hips oscillating in a sensual manner. Too sensual for someone as innocent as you and he knew Aegon had managed to ruin and defile the only pure thing about house Targaryen. Yet fucking again. You two were so indulged and far gone in your pleasures that Aemondâs presence was barely noticed.
But then Aegon caught his brother's tall figure by the door.
âOh brother, welcome.â He called out, although it was more of a moan and you turned to look at Aemond.
Your cunt tightened at Aegon when gaze laid over your brother, the one you missed the most since he barely had time to spare. Aegon let out a hoarse chuckle, shaking his head at his brother. âYou will not fucking believe it but our sister's cunt became more tight upon seeing you.â
Aemondâs teeth gritted. âMittys, that is our sister.â (Fool)
âDo not pretend as if you have not wished to do this more than I have.â He voiced it out, hand pressing into your waist. You whimpered as Aegon made you move on his cock and by now the pain had subsided, pleasure coming in to take control. You began to roll your hips over his thighs, eyes locked with Aemond.
You needed him too, your eyes screamed for him to come closer and as if you had telepathically communicated, Aemond sauntered towards the bed.
You whined when Aegon pushed his hips up, breaching furthermore of your cunt. âAemond.â
Aegon was inside you but you were moaning for Aemond and the older brother did not even find it upsetting. Rather his cock hardened even more â if possible, hearing you whine and ache for your younger brother with such need. He did not mind sharing you with Aemond, as long as he could have his fill of you too.
âA-Aegon said I could make you both happier like this. I want to, I love you. You're my brothers.â You expressed your profound love for them, nodding your head as Aemond slipped of his leather gloves. He tossed them aside and reached for your hair, taking a strand and curling it around his finger. His nose catching a whiff of the perfumes and oils you were basking in, yet the natural scent of roses was enough to drive him fucking crazy.
He leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. Eye following the stretch mark trailing down to your breasts and the stretched flesh made him realize that you had grown. You were not a little girl anymore but you were still their little sister. Your rosy nipples were peaked â demanding attention and Aemond hissed.
His own cock bulging against his leather slacks and Aegon saw it.
Aegon moved inside you, thrusting up and you lost composure. Lips breaking apart to let out the most feminine sounds, silver strands glued on a perspired forehead as Aemond watched you bounce on his brother's cock with vigor. Your fingernails had dug into Aegonâs nape and tears sat beautifully like pearls in your waterline.
It was evident that you were sensitive, nothing like the common whores.
âDoes she not look fucking beautiful, bouncing on her big brother's cock like that?â
Aemond wanted to punch Aegon but he was not wrong. You did look celestial, out of this world with how you bounced up and down on his cock, trying to desperately please him.
Aegon rolled his eyes at Aemond. âAre you only going to just watch? I have taught her things, with her hand and mouth. Be a dear and show him, sister.â
Like a trained puppy, you were quick to oblige, hands extended to work gracefully over Aemondâs leather slacks. You undid them, pulling at the leather and he watched how eager and desperate you were. Hands moving with a significant tremor.
âAemond,â he raised his eye from your hands to your face. âmay I please have you in my mouth?â
If the offer had crawled to him on its fucking fours with the most precious doe eyes, who was he to deny? He, too was a man at the end and had perpetually craved you the same as Aegon. Only he was subtle with his desires.
âYes, my sweet sister.â Aemond whispered, staring at you. His consent made you flourish like the moonlight, bright and glowing right in his face.
Aegon decided it would be better to switch positions and he pulled out, bringing you on all your fours and giving space to Aemond against the bed headboard. He shifted, sprawled out before you, leather slacks and small clothes long gone. In the process, Aegon had stripped himself bare too but the brothers wanted you to not remove the dress.
Just how easily they had access to you despite the dress, it enticed them.
With Aemondâs cock in your hand, you came to a conclusion that his was the prettiest. It was longer than Aegonâs but had almost the same girth. Protruding veins embedded inside the pale skin, his balls hot and throbbing with an ache. You looked up at him and smiled and all Aemond could do was return it and fucking melt.
âAemond, remove your eye patch. I want to see you whole.â You voiced out your desires and he reached for the eye patch, sliding it off and tossing it aside. The sapphire sparkled like crazy in his eye and you had always found it to be the most coolest and breathtaking thing about Aemond.
Having less of a part than the others did not make him less human too.
Though he appeared more like a god. The fire from the fireplace casting a soft golden glow over both brothers, leaving them heated with pent up desires.
Aegon had already pummeled his cock back into you, not after witnessing the blood staining his length. Testament of your chasity staining him fully and his wanton for you only grew more. You pressed a little kiss to Aemondâs tip â watching him with your deer like purple eyes and he hissed, hand moving to interview with your silver strands.
Eventually you wrapped your lips around his head, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth while using your hand to stroke the rest which failed to fit. All while Aegon drove himself deeper inside your sweet, innocent cunt, drawing pathetic little whines out of you.
Aemond groaned, fingers tightening around your roots when the vibrations from your moans sent waves of electricity straight into his loins. You choked when he breached your throat, sputtering around him. Drool and cum glistening around your mouth. Your younger brother sighed pleasure, primary focus of his one eye.
âMessy little girl,â he taunted, the fluids dripping from your chin.
Aegon nestled his cock over and over into your sweet spot, urging you to reach your peak and unravel. âL-Look at her. So fucking obedient and pliant. I want to watch her stomach swell up with my babe. That way mother won't try to marry her off to someone else, some fucking riverrun lord.â
Aemondâs attention snapped to his brother's words, and Aegon only nodded. Letting him know that they were close to losing their sister but not anymore. The sweet dove was tainted, used and claimed. Even if their mother tried to marry her off, she was already tainted by her brothers and no lord would want her. That pleased both Aemond and Aegon.
âGods, what a blessing you are.â Aemond praised you, highly, palm pressing deeper on your head, encouraging you to take him deeper and you did. His head sliding into the confines of your tight, wet throat. âPerfect little girl, a cocksleeve.â
With each thrust from Aegon, your body moved forward against Aemondâs. A sweaty mess of pleasure and bodied you three were but that did not matter. Aegon felt his peak near, tethering onto it and soon he finished inside you after delivering harsh, potent stutters of hips into you. Your cunt tightened, sucking him in, like a vice.
âOh fuck,â he groaned. âLike that, little dove, take me in, all of me. Milk me fucking dry, let me breed you so you carry my silver haired children.â
Aemond didn't mind his brother having you first and defiling you, since he pretty sure had your throat first. You were theirs and that's all that mattered. Gagging sounds reverberated in the room along with strong sounds of skin slapping against skin. Your peak danced around too, and when Aemond fucked his cock harshly into your throat, you squeezed around Aegonâs cock and came all over. Tears splurging out, making a mess on your face.
Your whole body twitching from the intense climax. Thighs shaking and sensitivity heightened. Followed by your release, Aemond pursued. Release spurts of white into your mouth, spending fully inside you. Yet he did not unhand you, holding your head in place to fuck his hot load into your mouth.
Once he was done, he pulled out and grasped your chin, peeking inside. âSwallow it whole, Princess.â
And you did. Gulping down the remnants of his spend.
Your head, tired from being in one position, laid right on Aemondâs bare thigh. Aegon was still inside you and when he pulled out, he saw your gaping hole spurt out his white residual. Parts that failed to reach your womb but it did not matter. He would breed you over and over again until you were to end up with his child.
Or Aemondâs.
As long as it was a silver haired babe.
âA-Are you happy now?â You asked, a question for both of your brothers and Aemond nodded his head, running his slim fingers in your hair.
Aegon crawled upto you, laying next to Aemond. A subtle smile playing at his lips, eyes hooded and body weary from all the hard work. âVery happy, little dove. We could not have asked for a better sister.â
Your pale flushed skin reddened as Aemond moved you, bringing you closer to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. Aegon admired the two of you, pleased with the fucked up dynamics of his family. This was a pleasure he could not have found or ever would find in the bed of a whore. You were the apple of their eye and they could not let you go, even if it meant restoring to such methods.
Your hands cupped your younger brother's face, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
Aemond had expected it to be a gentle peck but it grew needy and hasty, exactly how Aegon had taught you. Your lips suckling on his like a babe, trying to pry his mouth open and meet your tongue with his. You seemed addicted, desperate to kiss your younger brother the same way you had kissed your older. The kiss grew heated as Aemond opened his lips, finally taking control and dominating your mouth.
You whimpered, and Aemond could taste the residual of his orgasm. It did not phase him as he continued relishing in the sweet kiss, feeling your cunt beginning to rut against his already hardening cock.
When you broke the kiss, Aemond admired you before shifting his attention to Aegon who had a nasty grin on his face. âYou're responsible for this.â
âProudly. Only had to teach her once and look at how she's already sucking on your lips like it's a fucking cock.â He cheered, reaching over to pinch your cheeks. You giggled and hugged your younger brother, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
The three of you did not leave your chambers that night while the whole of red keep searched endlessly for the sword, the King and the maiden.
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Warning: Fluff
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"Mommy! Vaera has my dress," little Vaerys complained, clinging to your skirt with the determination of someone seeking justice in her small, childish world.
"That's not true," Vaera retorted, her tone indignant, her voice reflecting the restlessness she also showed in her constant fidgeting as you tried to braid her hair.
"Vaera, stay still," you ordered her softly but firmly, your skilled hands deftly moving through her golden locks. Despite her agitation, your skill did not waver, and soon an impeccable braid began to form.
"Sweetheart, what you're wearing is very pretty too," you tried to negotiate with the little platinum-haired girl who was still clutching your dress.
"But I want it to be pink," insisted Vaerys, her lower lip trembling in a pout you knew all too well.
You sighed, knowing there would be no peace until the little one's wishes were fulfilled. "Alright," you relented, gesturing to one of your ladies-in-waiting. She hurried to tend to the twins, swapping their dresses with the efficiency born of routine. Meanwhile, your hands briefly rested on your swollen belly, caressing it with deep, protective love.
The sound of the doors opening behind you interrupted the moment, and you turned just in time to see Aerion, your only son, standing in the doorway. "Mommy," he called softly, almost hesitantly.
A gasp escaped your lips at the sight of your son. Your hands flew to your mouth, trying to contain the shock. The beautiful platinum and golden hair that used to fall in soft waves to Aerion's shoulders had disappeared, crudely cut. His face was smeared with smoke and dirt, as if he had been in the midst of a battle.
âAerion, for the love of the gods, what happened?â you exclaimed, crossing the distance between you in an instant. You took your son by the shoulders, examining his face with concern as you searched for answers in his eyes.
One of the knights who had escorted Aerion to the room remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the shame was a weight he could not bear.
âWhat happened?â you insisted, your voice firm, seeking answers in the knightâs face.
The knight cleared his throat before responding, his voice full of a mixture of respect and concern. âPrince Aerion decided to escape from his training and ventured into the pit where Vhagar and Silverwing rest. We managed to pull him out of there before the dragonâs fire consumed him, but his hair caught fire in the process, and the maester decided to cut it to prevent further damage.â
He finished speaking with his gaze once again fixed on the ground, as if each word added more weight to his shoulders.
Before you could respond, Aerion quickly intervened, noticing the displeasure forming on your face. âBut the maester said it will grow back!â he exclaimed with the desperation of a child seeking absolution, his large, anxious eyes searching yours.
You gestured for the guard to leave, and he obeyed with a bow before exiting the room. Then, you pressed your lips together, trying to stay calm as a storm of fear and anger swirled within you. The danger Aerion had exposed himself to was no small matter; the fact that he had emerged practically unscathed was a miracle. However, his recklessness could not be ignored or overlooked.
You took Aerionâs face in your hands, gently wiping the dirt from his cheeks, your gaze firm and worried. âAerion,â you began, trying not to let your voice tremble with emotion, âweâve talked about this before. Dragons are not pets. You cannot approach them as if they were dogs.â
âBut I just wanted to see them,â your son responded in a whisper, his eyes fixed on the ground. Guilt weighed in his voice, and yet there was still a trace of his childish stubbornness. âIâm sorry, really,â he added, stepping forward and wrapping his small arms around your waist, seeking comfort and perhaps a way to avoid the punishment he feared.
You sighed, feeling the warmth of his embrace, but not letting it distract you from what needed to be said. âI know, my love, and I believe you. But you must understand that you cannot do this again. Dragons are powerful and dangerous creatures. I donât want to lose you to a mistake.â With tenderness, you tilted your head and placed a gentle kiss on his head.
With the same softness, you pulled away slightly from him. âNow, go clean yourself up,â you ordered in a tone that left little room for objections.
One of your ladies-in-waiting approached and took Aerionâs hand with the usual deference, guiding him to the bath to prepare him for cleaning. As you watched them leave, you let out a slight groan of pain as you felt the baby in your womb give small kicks, reminding you of their presence with an energy that could not be ignored.
The door opened again, and as you looked up, you saw your husband, Aemond, who gave you a warm smile upon seeing you. There was a familiarity and affection in his gaze that always managed to calm your spirit. Carefully, he placed his sword on the table before approaching you, his presence filling the room with a tranquility only he could offer.
âDaddy!â Vaerys exclaimed with excitement, breaking the brief moment of silence. Without hesitation, the little girl jumped into her fatherâs arms, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck with the absolute confidence of a child who knows they will always be received with love.
Aemond lifted her effortlessly, holding her against his chest as his face softened even more. âAnd how is my little warrior today?â he asked playfully, as Vaerys laughed, delighted by her fatherâs attention.
Meanwhile, Vaera, who had remained silent, looked at her sister with bright eyes, waiting her turn to be hugged. With a gesture that showed Aemondâs natural skill in handling the dynamics between his children, he extended his other arm to draw Vaera to his side as well.
âLook at my dress,â Vaerys exclaimed, raising her arms to proudly show off her pink dress, waiting for her father's approval.
Aemond, always attentive to the details that mattered to his daughters, smiled and nodded appreciatively. âItâs a beautiful dress, Vaerys,â he commented with warmth that made the little girlâs eyes shine.
Not wanting to be left out, Vaera quickly interjected, spreading the folds of her own dress. âLook at mine too!â she proclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of enthusiasm and expectation.
Aemond placed a loving kiss on Vaerysâs cheek, then another on Vaeraâs cheek, making sure both felt his affection equally. The twins, satisfied with their fatherâs attention, moved away with playful laughter, their pink dresses fluttering as they disappeared into their own world of games and giggles.
Your husband approached you with a tenderness he only showed during the most intimate moments. Gently, he placed his hand on your swollen belly, caressing it with the same devotion he showed each day, as if already attuned to the new family member who was about to arrive.
âYou look worried,â he murmured, his voice filled with concern as he pressed his forehead against yours, a gesture you shared when seeking comfort in each otherâs closeness. âWhatâs wrong?â
The warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his touch reassured you, but the emotions you had been holding back began to surface. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting his presence calm your thoughts before you responded.
âItâs Aerion,â you confessed in a whisper, feeling the worry still weighing on your heart. âToday, he ran off and got too close to Vhagar and Silverwing. He almost⊠I canât bear to think about what could have happened.â
âHeâs a brave boy,â Aemond said, his voice soft but with the firmness of someone who understands the complex nature of his son. âIâll talk to him.â
You nodded, knowing that Aemond, with his patience and wisdom, was the best person to guide Aerion in these moments. As the weight of your worry began to lift, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability, resting your head against Aemondâs chest. The steady beat of his heart beneath your ear was a reassuring reminder of the strength and stability you always found in him.
Sensing your need for closeness, Aemond wrapped you in a warm embrace, his arms surrounding you with a tenderness that always surprised you, contrasting with his usual sternness. In that moment, the outside world, with all its worries and challenges, seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, connected in a silence full of understanding.
âYou need to relax,â Aemond murmured, his voice caressing the air as gently as his hand moved up and down your back. The gesture was comforting, almost hypnotic, as if he wanted to erase the accumulated tension from every muscle in your body, leading you to a state of deep calm.
The warmth of his touch and the firmness with which he held you sent a wave of tranquility through you. You rested your head against his chest, letting yourself be carried by the steady rhythm of his breathing, which slowly synchronized with yours. You could feel his strength and protection enveloping you, offering you a refuge where you could rest without reservations.
âIâm here,â Aemond continued, his voice low, almost a whisper, resonating in your ear like an unbreakable promise. âYou donât have to carry all this weight alone. Together, we can handle anything.â
His words, laden with a love that didnât need to be expressed with grand gestures, comforted you in a way that few things could. It was a reminder that, despite everything you faced, you werenât alone in this journey. Aemond was by your side, sharing not only the joys but also the burdens that life imposed on you.
You felt his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back, a simple gesture that spoke of his desire to see you relaxed and at peace. Each caress seemed to take away a bit of the tension you had accumulated, and in response, you held onto him a little tighter, letting his presence envelop you completely.
âThank you,â you murmured, barely a whisper, but enough for him to hear. You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, those eyes that always offered you the certainty that, no matter what came your way, you would face it together.
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The nursery was a whirlwind of noise as Aegon and Aemond, stood nose-to-nose, arguing fiercely. Their baby sister sat on a blanket nearby, her wide violet eyes watching them with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
âShe likes playing with me more!â Aegon insisted, his voice rising as he pointed toward their sister. âIâm the one who makes her laugh!â
âNo, she likes me better!â Aemond shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. âIâm the one who reads to her!â
Their bickering continued, growing louder with each passing moment, neither of them noticing the soft patter of tiny footsteps approaching. Little Daeron toddled into the room, his big eyes full of innocence. He looked from Aegon to Aemond, then over to his sister, who was sitting quietly on her blanket, seemingly forgotten by her squabbling brothers.
Without making a sound, Daeron walked over to his sister, his steps wobbly but determined. He reached out with his small hands, and she, always delighted by her youngest brother, lifted her arms toward him. With surprising ease for his age, Daeron picked her up, wrapping his little arms around her as he balanced her on his hip.
The older boys were so engrossed in their argument that they didnât notice as Daeron carefully carried their sister out of the nursery, her giggles muffled as she snuggled against him. He navigated the corridors with surprising confidence, eventually finding his way to the garden, where the late afternoon sun bathed the roses in a warm, golden light.
Daeron gently set his sister down between the tall rose bushes, their vibrant blooms towering over her. She giggled again, reaching out to touch the soft petals of a nearby flower. Daeron watched her for a moment, a wide smile on his face, before carefully plucking a small rose. He held it delicately in his tiny hands, just as he had seen the maids do, and then leaned in to tuck it into her hair.
âThere,â he said in his sweet voice, his words still slightly lisped. âPretty.â
His sister beamed at him, her little hands clapping in delight as she reached up to touch the flower in her hair. Daeronâs smile widened, and he began to hum a tuneâone of the lullabies he had heard their mother sing. His voice was soft and uncertain, but the simple melody seemed to enchant his sister, who watched him with adoration in her eyes.
Meanwhile, back in the nursery, Aegon and Aemondâs argument had finally come to an abrupt halt when they realized their sister was nowhere to be found.
âWhere is she?!â Aegon asked, his voice tinged with panic as he looked around the empty room.
Aemondâs face had gone pale, his one good eye wide with fear. âSheâs gone!â he cried, the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes. âWe lost her!â
The two brothers tore through the Red Keep in a frantic search, their hearts pounding in their chests. Servants were questioned, corridors were scoured, and they even checked behind the curtains in every room. But there was no sign of their sister.
Finally, they reached the garden, bursting through the door with wild, desperate energy. Aegon was ready to yell out for help, his voice rising in a cry that was sure to bring the whole Keep running, when he suddenly stopped short.
There, nestled between the rose bushes, was their baby sister, sitting comfortably in Daeronâs lap. The tiny boy was still humming his lullaby, his chubby fingers gently combing through her silver hair as she gazed up at him with adoration. And then, to the utter shock of Aegon and Aemond, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Daeronâs lips, her expression filled with innocent affection.
Daeron giggled, delighted by the kiss, and wrapped his little arms around her in a tight hug. She responded by snuggling into his neck, hiding her face shyly as if to escape the world in the safety of her youngest brotherâs embrace.
Aegon and Aemond stood frozen in place, their jaws dropping in unison. The jealousy that coursed through them was almost palpable, their earlier argument now seeming insignificant in the face of this new development.
âHow did heââ Aegon started, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.
Aemond, still stunned, could only shake his head. âShe kissed him,â he murmured, as if saying it aloud would make it any less unbelievable.
Daeron, completely aware of the turmoil he had caused, simply looked up at his older brothers with a straight face. âWe playing,â he explained in his cold voice, as if he didn't wanted them here.
Finally, Aegon stepped forward, reaching out to take his sister from Daeronâs lap. âCome here,â he said softly, his voice gentler now as he lifted her into his arms. She looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes, and his heart melted all over again.
Aemond joined them, standing close as he reached out to stroke her hair, his earlier panic forgotten. âWe were so worried about you,â he murmured, his voice filled with relief.
But their sister, still cuddled against Aegonâs chest, just giggled and reached back toward Daeron, making it clear she wanted to keep playing. Daeron, proud of his little adventure, stood up and toddled over to them, his smile as bright as the sun.
âShe's mine,â he said, more sharp this time, and the two older boys couldn't help but be scared of his tone.
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you, are god. my god.
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Curioser and Curioser [Ch. 3] [fic] [Joy of Life]
Curiouser and Curiouser (39828 words) by Wandering_star_light
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Joy of Life Rating: R-ish Relationships: Fan Xian/Li Chengru, Li Chengze/Xie Bi'an, Fan Ruoruo & Fan Xian, Fan Xian & Yan Bingyun, Fan Xian & Wang Qinian, Li Chengru/Fan Ruoruo Characters: Fan Xian, Li Chengru, Li Chengze, Xie Bi'an, Emperor of Qing, Chen Pingping, Li Chengqian, Fan Ruoruo, Wang Qinian, Yan Bingyun, Shadow Additional Tags: a case study on Fan Xian's pansexuality, a queer revolution in the Kingdom of Qing, Red District novel writing, Poison, Aphrodisiacs, but it's not what you think, Palace Shenanigans, deathly royal dinners, backstabbing, Mindfuck, the Emperor is vicious and mysterious, Li Chenru has DEPTH, everything is not what it seems, Brother-Sister Relationships, No Incest, Hurt/Comfort, Fan Xian is being his genius self, Yan Bingyun is kind of remarkable, Chen Pingping is one of a kind, it's fun and stabby and everyone gets permanently shocked by what's happening, but not really, careful exploration of ménage à trois
Summary: Having mourned the âdeathâ of Fan Xian, none other than the God of Poetry himself, on a truly global scale, the Emperor planned an equally grand celebration of his precious officialâs return. Once the news of Fan Xian being alive emerged, it spread like fire on a hot summer day, making everyone sigh with relief.
Hence, it didnât really come as a surprise when His Highness, beaming with joy and badly hidden mischievousness, announced to everyone that theyâd be celebrating Fan Xianâs return for no less than a month. Fan Xian, naturally, would have to attend each and every joyous festivity, be present at all feasts, participate in all the games, and most importantly, stay at the palace for everyoneâs (mostly the Emperorâs) entertainment.
The First Prince watches the theatrics unfold in the most unexpected ways, not knowing that he has a very peculiar role to play in the palace's never-ending shenanigans.
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*Aegon putting the twins to sleep for once*
Jaehaera & Jaehaerys: Can we keep the candles lit, father?
Aegon II, tucking them in: And provide the monsters with a beacon to find you? Use your heads my little dragons.
Jaehaera & Jaehaerys, permanently terrified:âŠ.
Aegon II, internally: I am such a wonderful father!..
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i'll hex you, i'll possess you
pairing(s): aegon ii targaryen x wife!reader, aemond "one eye" targaryen x reader (unrequited/one sided)
synopsis: Your husband is gone. He perished in whatever was left of the battle, seared flesh, and dragonâs tar. As unbearable as it was, you fight for his throne against his brother. Believing it is for his for the taking.
notes: mentions of s02ep05, i fr feel so bad for aegon :( also cw: hints of obsessed!aemond (bc he's insane :D)
In quite a haste, you sped past all the onlookers like flies. They were nonexistent in your peripherals, your attention was entirely up ahead to the Kingâs chambers, the Kingsguards who stood by. Your Grace, they would say before allowing you passage past their protection. You took a glimpse, here in the dressing room for the King. Your King.
âYour Grace!â The seamstress chirped, turning to greet your lovely smile. And your righteous presence everywhere you went. It affected all now that you were the face of Kingâs Landing. Itâs a hefty duty, yes, however, it seemed many subjects were willing, if not encouraged, of your subsequent role as the consoling figure for the realm to look to.
In front of a tall mirror was Aegon, in full Valyrian armor. Youâd guessed the armor was passed down through his ancestral line, ancient, and beautiful it was kept. All the plates fit him perfectly with little alterations to adjust. Yet absent of the signature helmet paired with it, his blonde hair lay just above his shoulders, gently.Â
Ever so kind were your visage toward the King. You could feel the corners of your lips curve warmly at the sight of him. He was handsome and eager to appease the people of his kingdom. Though he may not be the first choice for Throne, you knew he was trying his best to uphold the responsibilities and burden those must bear. You would have to bear it as well if you were Queen.Â
âGood morrow,â You breathed, flattening the wrinkles of your dress as an excuse to eye at Aegon, openly. There was nothing to hide, simply it was different from his normal attire. In armor, in all of your lifetime, you never had to experience warfare, for better or worse.Â
âAh, my lovely wife!â In exclamation, your husband turns to compliment your captivating smile as he gleams contentedly. He takes a few steps down from the small stairway from the miniature podium, while some of his personal Kingsguard can be heard snickering. Which you wholeheartedly ignored as your attention laid straight to your Kingâs beaming face. âJust who I wanted to see!â
âI must speak with you,â Through your expressed delightfulness, the tone of your voice is quickly replaced with a sour one. And it seemed to have caught the attention of the seamstress and others in the room as they all paused at your subtle notion of privacy. âAlone.â Only when you mention it, itâs as though they were a flock of birds, all fleeing from the chambers at once. A few clatters and suddenly the doors were quietly slammed shut with a whisper of a demand.Â
However, your husband did not seem fazed at all. He merely shrugged, casually walking to fill a cup or two with wine. Yet a visible glower can be caught right after he steps off the podium and to the table of beverages. Sometimes his reaction to your urgency was comedic. The King was never one to take duties earnestly. Itâs one of his eminent flaws that all of the townsfolk and servants knew of. His days by the Silk Roads were but a regular story. But now, he is a changed man, Aegon thinks. Theyâve witnessed all of his mistakes and tourneys. Heâs young and has never been as interested in duty as his siblings. And now suddenly, he was pulled onto the seat as King. And you would have to sit beside him and watch. As a graceful symbol yet mute on what to say on any matter.Â
How horrendous was that?Â
âWhat troubles you, my sweet?â The sound of liquid plops as all of the noise from the outside world becomes muffled. For the past few days, it has been the most chaotic and tragic period of your life. Not just for you and Aegon, but everyone in Kingâs Landing. Your son, Jaehaerys, was left for dead at the hands of a murderer and false ruler. Panic was running through the streets of Flea Bottom. People questioned the Kingâs cruel punishment of the rat catchers though Aegon did not care for their grief.Â
To you, it was more than sadness. But anger and confusion, all of your pent-up emotions ever since living in Kingâs Landing have made you become this way. The Capital has changed you. To who you were as a person and figure of nobility. Now you were suddenly the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, yet only moments ago, you were the princess of the firstborn son of the King. You should have expected war to come between siblings over the throne, yet your father persisted that the marriage wouldâve led to success. Having lost your child, your son, made the promise to communicate more to Aegon. To somehow seek solace in the empty void of your heart in whatever left the world had.Â
âYou named Ser Criston Cole your HandâŠâ You mumbled slowly, the last words faded out into thin air. Was he wrong to do so? You did not want to say. For the little you knew about the battle being played at hand, you knew Aegonâs impulsiveness would come to the cost of many. Especially of the Council when they have refused relentlessly his thoughts and suggestions. So perhaps this decision would cause more upbringing for the noblemen to bleat about. âWhy?â
A muffled sound and then a snort comes out of his mouth as Aegon proceeds to sip his wine. As if not a care of the world or your concern over the matter. âAnd why does this concern you?âÂ
He does the courtesy to hand you your cup, as you clasped it eagerly to swallow whatever worry your heart must feel. The Queen Regent, Aegonâs brother, Aemond, and even Criston Cole, all look for you in the guidance you have over their King. Youâve yet to make it clear that you donât control him like many others would consider to do. Youâd think it's heartless to manipulate a man of his feelings, especially your husband.Â
Eventually, you lay the cup down, trailing your finger around the outer details of the golden goblet. Itâs glimmering through the sun, carefully designed with outlines of a dragon and flames that surround the jugular of the base of the cup. It curves and twists under your palm as you proceed to swirl the liquid inside and watch as a mini typhoon is formed.Â
âDo you believe your decision on making him Hand was just?â You lift your gaze to be met with his bright purple eyes. It always seemed intense and vivid in color whenever his attention was on you. As if you were the only person that mattered in the room. And if not at this moment.
You looked ravishing, decorated in his house colors with pops of gold from the jewelry and headwear. You had no shame in exemplifying wealth because he would give you everything willingly. No matter the cost or debt, every piece of gold, and diamond was meant to be yours. He watches as your golden droplet earrings jingle when you shake your head, contemplating your next words. âBecause I do not think that was the wisest decision to be made, husband.â
âAnd, care to explain why?â Like every little piece of his childhood, Aegon looks at every objective like a game. Though he looked like he was trying to resist your hesitancy for his new Hand, he was staring into space at the glorious jewels that make your figure and face pop out more.Â
You urged, before meeting the King by the tableside where the pitcher lay. âHe is a warrior, not a politician,â You set your goblet aside, to look your husband in the eye more closely. âHe does not know the ways of the people, especially those who he surrounds himself with. He was born lowborn, making him more naive than aware of tellings.âÂ
Yes, you make great points, he would say if you did not have that adorable scowl on your face. Aegon would admit, he was getting drunk by the minute. And your presence did not help in his regard to be sober. Regardless, he does take account of your calls, more than most that surround himself with. Everyone at the Council is eager to spout their plans and news, it makes him deaf to the ear when they have nothing to contribute when he suggests something. Nevertheless, you at least are supportive of his thoughts. Despite your constructive nature, he appreciates and craves your attention.Â
Your King hums, drowsily and that was when you knew his mind was somewhere else. You would admit, you too were becoming tipsy with alcohol. After the morning Council meeting, you rather have your head hung outside with ratcatchers at the mess of the Council. You glance at his attire once more and this time, he catches you. He sees you, the way your doe eyes wander up and down his figure. He rarely has a chance to wear dragon armor like this.Â
âDistracted, are we?â His breath immediately inches away from yours. And the scent of strong alcohol stings. Youâre so accustomed to it, that youâre surprised you would still rebuke the scent of it. Apart from that, the look Aegon gives you makes your heart weak. His smile is sluggish but pulls you in like a serpent in water. Itâs alluring and hypnotizing, the way his focus wanders in all of you, and the same for him. You canât help but wonder if the work of the armor was tricked. And you let your desires plunder when you trace his breastplate armor. Of the harsh outlines itâs supposed to represent dragon scales. Itâs majestic and divine, fit for a king.Â
Almost timidly, your husband giggles at your touch. He separates a stray hair from your cheek, allowing leeway more into your personal space. You canât feel automatically embarrassed if someone were to barge in. Because anyone could, the seamstress, Kingsguard, or worse, his mother.Â
âWear that armor more often and perhaps youâll receive more than indecent staring,â A mischievous grin forms as again another jingle of your golden jewelry. Gods, youâre enticing and coy. Had he mentioned that? More than once.Â
The first time you were at Court, it was a spur of surprise. Not only had you arrived with Prince Aemond unannounced, but Aegon encouraged it. You would suspect the disapproving faces of the men, especially coming from the Kingâs Hand and grandsire. How he ploys and plots with every citizen of Kingâs Landing to do his bidding. To save the Realm, of course, more to have the most influence in the city. You were aware of what he thinks of you. An obedient and dainty princess. The Queen and wife to the King should have no right to speak of politics.Â
And yet here you were.Â
âYou do not have a seat in this Council,â Queen Regent, Alicent urges, gazing at her second son with slight apprehension. In doubt, she feels a quick quiver of fear the moment Aemond strides past the Council table. When it came to you, Alicent could only muster a poor glance. The one-eyed prince proceeds towards the map of Westeros that stands beside the King. He strides in confidence, abruptly ignoring every piercing stare bestowed on him. Other than him, you reached towards the seat at the opposing side of your King, hand delicately trailing down the handles of the chair.
âAemond is my closest blood and our strongest sword. I welcome him,â Aegon lay unfazed at the subtle shocked expressions on everyoneâs faces. âAs for my wife, I think it should be customary for her to be by my side even in Council. As my father has allowed you to do for him, remember mother?â A playful grin, all-knowing of his lightheartedness, and carelessness of what others thought of his decisions. Surely his mother would be the most understanding, bestowing the same position many years ago when King Viserys was dealt ill and immobile. Shouldnât the Queen beside her King as should they in every instance?Â
Alicent is silent in her displeasure. There was no reason to refute the Kingâs wishes and sometimes made you appreciative of Aegonâs power and status. Being King was a risky position however it offered you more freedom and the ability to speak your mind more often than not. Your husband was the cause of this leverage for the most part. You expected the Queen Dowager to give you any kind of sign of comfort except there was none. Only but a forgotten thought and you were dismissed.Â
It fills you with dismay, a small black hole for where her approval was meant to be. For the last few days, youâd only wished for Alicentâs consoling eyes.
âWe should send troops marching to Harrehal, the Riverlands have the largest force.â Aemond waves his hand over where the location of Riverrun is plastered on the wall. Itâs curved in cursive lettering, surrounding soft green fields, most notably of their Southern lands, which was an inhabited place of divided houses and discourse. The largest force, it had many issues of compromises and its lordship. âWith them, Rhaenyraâs forces would be left vulnerable on land.â
The accordance of hums coaxed the second son with assurance. A sense of pride if you will, knowing how much more skilled and knowable he was than his brother. But the Hand was quick to question his methods.Â
âAnd what of the small Houses of Riverrun? The Brackens and Blackwoods have been fighting each other for centuries. They would never work together as one,â Otto points out and it brings more skepticism and worry to the other Councilmen. Alliances with the Southerners were awkward. They do not know when or where to stop the fight. And it has become extremely bothersome at the time of war. The Bracken and Blackwoods were examples of that. They proceeded with the war more for themselves and would kill hundreds of their men if it meant to end their rivalry before the war even began.Â
âWe should negotiate with smaller Houses beyond the River lands then,â Your lips shudder slightly when the immediate eyes turn to you. Even your husband stares at you in astonishment and curiosity the same. Alicent looks at you warily. And Aemond, all too mysterious, holds a neutral look. âWould it not help Ser Criston Cole secure more of the surrounding Houses towards their larger forces? Gaining allies along the way to Riverrun would only add more to our numbers,â
âAnd in truth, give us a better advantage to overruling Riverrun altogether?â A devilish grin was on Aegonâs face at your suggestion. Your advice seemed promising and seemed risky but it was the most practical. Kingâs Landing had more advantage on land than the sea or sky, therefore it was evident in their leverage over the smaller Houses close to Riverrun.Â
You tilt your head in amusement, all while lowering yourself to sit down. Yes, even though you had no experience in politics or war, you listened. You had ears whenever you managed to walk past one of their meetings. It should be frowned upon but you did not care. You wanted to have more say in protecting your family and House. Most things had been provided for you at an early age. You were a princess with a wealthy father, negotiations were your familyâs specialty. You learned early on how to enunciate and please people with the way of your words. And here, you simply voiced what you believed was the safest way to Riverrun. Despite all the demeanors, none of the other Councilmen had anything else to say or disprove of your plans.Â
âGood! Then itâs settled then,â The king rises, as well as everyone else who feels startled at his shifted demeanor. âThen Ser Criston Cole should prepare some men for the long journey ahead of us by dawn!â It was then you felt some sort of pride that would solidify your position at the Council. As long as you hold a strong mind, should your advice become helpful towards the men, youâd hoped they would see your presence as a blessing.Â
In some midst of it all or perhaps the end, Aemond is quiet. Heâs curious and admires you for everything you strive for. Many people would assume he despises you for taking the initiative to aid his king. But he does not believe in that no, youâre a delicate thing and would never be selfish on greed. Merely he can appreciate your ambitious strides from afar. The way you act around the people, the Council, and his mother makes him believe you were born into the role of Queen. You care for your subjects and think of whatâs best for them. You do your best to stay by your kingâs side even though he lacks the mind for it.Â
Perhaps maybe, in some cases, he shouldâve had you.Â
The words struck right out of his head just when everyone was dismissed. While the nobleman rushes out of the council room, he delays his leave momentarily to catch a glimpse of you. You define the example of his Houseâs wealth, always proud to dress in colors of black and crimson red as if it was your second skin. However you do not forget about your own House colors, you embrace it all together with his own and it makes him wonder what kind of beauty like yourself can be persuaded by the likes of his brother. You were quick-witted, amusing, and altogether undeserving of Aegonâs love.Â
You do not immediately flee the room as his mother or Ser Criston Cole had done. Instead, you slowly rise from your seat and make your way to your husband, eagerly. Aegon sits comfortably in his golden chair, smug with loving eyes at your figure. He could not help but eye at you openly even with his Kingsguard standing beside him.Â
âAemond, may we have the room?â He hears his older brother say. It does not take a blind man to know the following events as the one-eyed prince simply tilts his head in your direction. Before storming out of the room and the slam of the doors. His footsteps clank against the cold cobblestone pavement as he makes his way to his room. But all he could think about was your lively laughter as he disappeared from the scene.Â
The day after Coleâs troops arrived back at Kingâs Landing, you felt a string of worry crawling down your spine. As you pace across your bedroom, you fiddle with the ends of your loose hair to solace the anxiety you feel in your stomach. The pit was too unbearable as more men would be escorted out towards Rookâs Rest. After Aegon removed Otto Hightower as Hand, Criston Cole became the primary candidate for the position. You voiced your concerns before but Aegon had yet to change his decisions on your advice.
Now rumors have spread that by the time Cole invades Rookâs Rest, Aemond would be by his side to counter whatever attack Rhaenyra plans to defend her councilman. It would risk losing one dragon, the biggest and largest female beast youâd seen. Doubt fills your mind when you try to shake your worries away. You shook your hands feverishly and swatted away the sweat building up against your palms. You must speak to Aemond. You should warn him of the consequences of this act.Â
You found the prince outside of the castle. Vhagar resides in a shallow space close to the gateways to the city and is attentively monitored for her whereabouts. Very few dragon keepers watch over the powerful beast for her dangerous nature and size. As a cart, full of sheep was being carried by horses, you looked in awe at the amount of necessity the castle must provide for their dragons now. Surely it would impact the peopleâs living and cost. It worries you how chaotic and unlawful the palace seemed to behave in times of war. Even though you find yourself wanting to question Aemondâs intentions of helping Cole this way.Â
Your words settle like a soothing wave in his ears. âPrince Aemond,â And when the one-eyed prince spots you, holding the reins of your horse with a steady hand, heâs not afraid to show his approval of your presence. The colors you wear today are regarded as wealth and beauty. The golden linen stretches along the cloth of obsidian, representative of his House, your House. The gown expands upon your collarbone, allowing the silver necklace you have on to become the ire of his attention. It entices him, brings him into your line of view. Clear cut diamonds you had on your earlobes, they jingle at the slightest movement you make, as you make your way towards him with ease.Â
âYour Grace,â He prompts, politely. He is a plain canvas for you to paint over, to inspect over. You should not be afraid of his presence because he behaves well under yours. The prince regent eyes you down carefully and youâre vaguely reminded of the day before, the two of you entered the Council room.
âHow was your ride with Vhagar?â You tenderly incite, head tilting towards his beast. Vhagar sits lazily with her entire body blended into the environment. Her muddy green scales combine with the grassy interior. The dragon pits were deemed too small for her size. And more so claustrophobic for a creature of her caliber, as a champion of many wars and destruction, Vhagar is rather docile for being the largest dragon.Â
He hums before easily answering. âThe morrow dew is not something to be missed during this time. Vhagar could sense it, and the warm breeze is sure to come sooner for summer,â He crossed his arms behind his back as if analyzing your every breath as you walked in irregular patterns, trailing along where his dragon resides. Your attention was not fully on him. No, not that he wouldnât mind. But it was ignorant on your part to ignore him so easily. âNow save the rest of this nonsense for supper or shall I ask what were your real intentions for coming here? Though I welcome it,âÂ
You catch onto his coarse tone. Aemond dislikes those who do not take him seriously, like his brother. And you are aware of his estranged heart. You give him a look of consideration. It was the look of someone who had the upper hand. You knew he was becoming impatient with your meddling.Â
âWhat are your plans with Criston Cole going to Rookâs Rest?â Your figure fully faces him now as you cup your hands together modestly. Surely the prince of the realm should respect the Queenâs uncertainties when he meets with the Kingâs Hand behind his back. A sliver of dread falls on the blonde prince as you take a step closer. âConsoling with the Hand without the Kingâs presence is extremely demeaning, my prince. Surely you have a right reason to go behind his back,âÂ
He takes a step forward, as Aemondâs eye moves back and forth from you. âWe have a plan,â He is recursive in his thoughts and manners. Yet under your eyes, he feels utterly weak and broken, as if you have put a spell on him. âIt is best if the King does not intervene.â
 Shaking your head disapprovingly, you fake disappointment. âThen what do you plan to do?â The longer it went on, the more you could feel his blood rising at the way you glanced and teased at his exploits. âAs I, the Queen should know.â
âYou need not,â The second son grunts, moving away to leave whatever conversation you were trying to muster with him. You intended to snuff out his plans with Criston Cole and expose them to your King's husband. Your King husband. What would he know of battles and formation? He knew better strategy than him yet you still side with Aegon with his pathetic whims on the townsfolk.Â
Unsatisfied, you shot a disapproving grin. âI know you intend on attacking Rookâs Rest as a surprise, why else would you go with Cole?â You heard his mudded footsteps stop momentarily as you continued. âMy question to it is, what are you trying to prove out of this act of disloyalty?â It flicks a trigger in him. A quick flash of anger, jealousy, and disgust, all coiled into one hole that explodes.Â
âI intend to prove I am the better fit as heir,â His tone is sharp and alert as he stomps back to you with a violent gaze. His one good remaining eye, unharmed and uncut, shoots daggers at your stern face. A small part of you thinks he is handsome. The way you can rile him within seconds gives you a sense of joy and satisfaction that quenches whatever annoyance you had of him before.
âThere is no denying that,â Your lips agape still at how much you were able to pry out of Aemond. However, there was one detail you needed to remind him of. âBut you fail to recognize that Aegon still has an heir, Maegor.â With that, you close your mouth to form a thin line as you stand more confidently against the princeâs deadly stare. âAnd as Queen, I hope you do not try to cross your Kingâs benevolent trust with your anger.âÂ
It was his turn to remain there motionless. The one-eyed prince repeats your words over and over again. He contemplates them long and hard, glaring at the ground, at where you stood, close to his breath and space. But all of his emotional desires could be examples of an ill temper. You twist and turn his head like a puppeteer to a helpless marionette. And his strings had long sprung and trapped him in an immobile place.
He leaves without a word.
The battle was over. But the war continued. You became increasingly paranoid as no word from Coleâs army of Aegonâs wellbeing. You heard unreliable news. This and that but you wanted the real thing. The truth from a real member who had witnessed the battle at Rookâs Rest. As you twist the ring on your finger, you glance towards the rising crowd in the city. There were so many citizens. They succeeded and followed like colonies of ants.Â
Your anguish was reassured when the sight of the Kingâs army appeared. Shouts and screams returned you from your thoughts as hundreds of men walked and rode on horseback. Your lively expression did not last long, only to falter when meant with their solemn faces. What a grim battle it mustâve been.
âAll hail King Aegon! Who went against and slain the traitor, Rhaenys, and her dragon, Meleys!â Cole exclaims in a harsh and undeserving undertone. From where you stood, on the high mounts of the castle, you saw the horrors of what theyâve done to the traitors. A severed head of the Red Queen, without her rider. Her flesh was torn and burnt. Charred from the attacks of another dragon, you did not believe Aegon had done so. You had doubts and Cristonâs indifferent frown proved your intuition.Â
Alicent was by the patio where you spied on the citizens of Kingâs Landing. She observes and feels a familiar dread from the aftermath she has yet to witness for herself. You have taken the position of Queen and in turn, must understand the order of things. Simply because she had a feeling that things did not seem as they were predicted by the townsfolk.Â
When the wooden carriage of your husband is delivered to your bed chambers, everyone storms aside for the guards to set it on the floor. You arrived shortly after, nails and teeth clenched in fear as your mother-in-law appeared beside you with the same fixation. And somewhere else, your brother-in-law, Aemond carefully watches your scared position. The lid lifts and the soldiers hold onto the emergency bed that protects their King. In a swift motion, they lift and allow the body to hover over your shared bed.
In patience and precision, Maester Orywle walks into the chambers with several other maesters under his wing to begin a procedure and analysis of his injured body. The room is quickly transformed into a medical room, with various tools and gadgets displayed for the maesters disposal. You had little clue what they were doing, worried about your husbandâs awakened state.Â
âHow is he?â You stumbled by the foot of the bed, where the other maesters scurry to give off Maester Orwyle a scalpel. Gods, the wounds he had mustered. You felt terrified and rightfully so. This could be the last time you see your husband, alive and breathing. âIs he awake?â
âIâm not sure, Your Grace,â Maester Orwlye replies with adequate patience. Knowing the panic and hysteria you must feel for your king, your husband, he pities in your state. You should not deserve such sorrow. âBut I must be given time to work on his fatal wounds. Whether he lives or not will be confirmed afterward.â His unflinching face softens when glances at one of Aegonâs personal Kingsguard to escort you outside. The knight nods and walks forward to excuse himself before coming forward.
âMy apologies, Your Grace,â
Yet you did not want to leave. Your palms felt hot and guilt-ridden with the idea of leaving Aegon alone to suffer. You urge, taking a step forward for only Maester Orwyle to hear. âHow long can you be sure he will survive?â Itâs so hushed with desperation in your voice. But the maester could only respond with a sorrowful shake. It breaks your heart wholly, to know not even the best medical professionals had a clear understanding or answer to their Kingâs expectancy.Â
As you feel pathetic tears, ready to fall, the Queen Regent rushes to take hold of your forearm. She drags your pitiful self out of the chambers. The bodies that remained stepped aside for you and Alicent to leave swiftly. A quick flash of silver and black vanishes from your peripherals, but you cannot process anything that is happening anymore.Â
The syllables of your name ring against your ears as the Queen Regent tries to bring you back to her. âMy dear, please focus on me.â Delicate fingers drape a hold of your jaw, firmly. They smooth over the apples of your cheeks, smoothly and soothingly like a gesture a mother would do for their children. âYou need to stand strong for Aegon and yourself. Your children, think of Jaehaera and Meagor! Pray to the gods for his health.âÂ
With that, you took a deep breath.Â
Aemond was avoidant to the whole ordeal. No one besides Criston Cole was there when he found his brotherâs scorched body. Alongside his dragon, Sunfrye, it looked as though he was fighting for his last breath. Aemond wouldâve taken that chance to send him to eternal sleep if not for Coleâs arrival. A pity for him.
As he watches the scene before him, your grief-stricken features are what caused the most pain. You resembled a tragic painting, so angelic itâs saddening to see you this way. Aemond couldâve done it. He could have killed his brother and taken the glory of killing Meleys. Despite that, he did not and stormed from the scene. Now left in the shadows of whatâs to come, he numbly waits for the maesterâs work to be done with. The Council meeting will begin shortly. After Aegonâs procedure and Maester Orywle, official confirmation of whether he would live or not would determine whether he would become the true heir or not.Â
This was what he wanted, yes?Â
Except, everything was bleak now. All the colors he witnessed were suddenly wiped; now all he saw was black and white. Your tragic face comes into mind, along with your fragile sniffles and tears. Gods, he wanted to comfort your sweet little heart. Yet knowing he was the cause of it, made Aemond strangely more devoted to you. If Aegon does not survive, you are bound to be a widow. Your youngest child, Meagor was still but a babe, unfit and too young to understand what an heir was. Therefore he would be the rightful option if all else failed. He would rule in the Kingâs stead.Â
That was what the one-eyed prince considered when he stepped through the doors to begin the Council. The Kingâs chair was empty as expected, looking lonely and authoritative without its ruler. In the same sense, on the opposite side, you sat soberly with nothing but a blank look. You wore cool-toned colors this morning. It reflected much of what you must be feeling.Â
Grief, misery, and blame. Even in this poor state, he still considers you attractive and alluring. Itâs a shame you looked dejected and lifeless despite all your energy and might to stay awake. Your hair was even braided in a simpler style. Knowing you always had a knack for extraverted taste, Aemond takes in your appearance profoundly. Because perhaps, everyone in the Council can understand the emphasis on the wife of the King. As they eagerly await Maester Orwyleâs results, they all gaze at your seat for any kind of solace.Â
He takes the chair to your left and sits. While the Grand Maester begins to explain Aegonâs conditions. The longer he spewed, the more you felt your heavy heart fall deeper into your chest. How would the realm react now? Their king suddenly struck and immobile to be by their side. He had defeated Rhaenys in battle however now suffered in a long-inducing coma just as his father did. Who would rule in his absence? It only made sense in your mind but you did not make it become a reality.Â
âBut he is very much alive, Your Grace,â Maester Orywle gives an earnest smile to the Queen Mother as she exhales with the utmost relief. âThough he will need time to recover, I do not think he will ever be the same.âÂ
An unfavorable grunt from Aemond brings attention from you and Cole. âSo he is unable to leave his chambers.â
âIâm afraid not,âÂ
âThen we must choose who is to rule in his stead,â Lord Wylde speaks of the obvious, sparing everyone a momentary glance. He clears his throat and rubs his beard, nervously.
âIf anyone should come in Aegonâs stead, it is his wife,â Alicent jabs, shooting quick assertiveness when she presses her crossed palms onto the table. Your name leaves her lips as a clear sign of hope. âShe was the closest companion to the King and has been since this war started. It is only right for her to continue her husbandâs intentions and plans.âÂ
âAnd what plans did the King have?â A pompous statement coming from her second son, which surprised you as well. Aemond was known for his restrained nature however it seems as days passed, he was slowly losing his grip on his sanity. âI am the closest heir the King has. Would it not be I who rules in his stead?â In the turn of the tides, the room is divided upon their suggestions. You can tell by the wary looks the lords hold with each other. However, you have been grateful for Alicentâs support regardless of the cold shoulder she has given you previously.Â
âYou are not fit, Prince Aemond,â Your fingers slide and take hold of the marble ball in front of you. The weight of the object pleasantly gives you a boost of poise to look him in his one good remaining eye. âThe Kingâs line is still secured for my son, Meagor will become the next heir. But he is young so for the time being, I am naturally the next in line to come to his stead. As his wife and Queen, I should have a say as well.âÂ
Itâs what Aegon wouldâve wanted.
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Blood and Cheese
request: Aemond x ( Rhaenyra x Criston daughter ) niece were married and having a son. instead kill aegon son b&c kill Aemond son. How Rhaenyra daughter try to save her son from b&c and what people react after find out about Aemond son being kill. I need this fic so badâŠ
summary | Daemon took Rhaenyra's words literally. "A son for a son" he said. Who knew that it would be your son?
pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Wife!Reader
tags | mentions of BLOOD, extreme grief, talk of child murdering, knifes, MORE BLOOD, infanticide, DEATH, extreme grief. mentions of murder
w.c | 3.8k
TW!!!!!!!!! | I personally have a very gruesome writing style when it comes to things like this, so if anything relating to infanticide or violence will trigger or bother you please don't read!!
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You loved your son. You named your son Baelon, after your mothers lost brother. Aemond knew how much you love Baelon, and he would be a fool if he said he did not love his son as well.Â
Aemond tried to pride himself with being stoic and emotionally unavailable. But the minute they put his squirming son's body in his arms he felt his whole world resolve. The boy was the most beautiful thing to him, and he couldnât believe that half of this being came from him.Â
Ever since that night, Aemond became softer. When you werenât breastfeeding, or when you got tired from taking care of the crying infant, Aemond would immediately offer to take the boy. When Bealon would cry in the middle of the night, Aemond would be up almost immediately, rushing to be at the babe's side. It took you almost forty minutes to convince him that it would be better if he slept with you and not in the nursery.Â
And everything was fine until the night he killed Luke.Â
Aemond would come back to the Keep late at night, still shaken from what he had involuntarily done. When he got back to his chambers, he saw his wife, his sweet, innocent wife holding his son.Â
You had a smile on your face, Baelon cooâing in your arms as he giggled and reached up to play with your braided, black hair. When you looked up, and noticed Aemond, your smile faltered.Â
Aemond stared at you, and for a second his face was his normal and stoic, but the minute his son, his little Baelon, reached for him with a smile he broke down.Â
That night he told you everything; He apologized profusely, and for the first time in all of Baelonâs four months of living, he refused to hold him.Â
âIâll only hurt him.â Is what Aemond told you. Your heart broke a little when you heard this, and you tried to reassure him but he wouldnât have any of it.Â
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âAemond?â Aemond stopped, looking at you with a soft sigh.
âDarling, what have I told you about sleeping on the couch?â His voice was tired, full of weariness from having to deal with Aegonâs antics. You smiled softly as you sat up, holding out your hands out for him. He sighed as he sat down with you. He immediately cuddled against you, letting out a long, heavy breath as his head come into contact with your chest.Â
This was how you two spent most of your time now. At night, Aemond would come to you and he would cuddle against you, yearning for that love and affection only you could seemingly give him. You two sat like this for a while, you stroking his head, and him stroking your stomach.Â
â...I do regret that business with Luke, you know.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
There was more silence. It seemed that between you and Baelon, the only time Aemondâs mind was quiet now was when he was with you, in your embrace, being held by you. Not being treated as a monster, or a ruthless warrior, but rather just a man. Just your husband.Â
In the distance, you heard the sound of your sonâs wails. You sighed heavily, and you looked down at Aemond.Â
âPerhaps he wishes for his fatherâs arms.â You spoke softly, watching as Aemond slowly sat up.Â
âHe does not.â He shook his head, leaning against the back of the couch. He avoided your gaze, knowing the somber look you were giving him.Â
âAre you sure you do not wish to join me?â Aemond sat still, a look on his face that held some sort of thought before he shook his head softly.Â
âIâll see him first thing in the morning, my love.â You smiled at the thought, and you held his hand as you walked away. He watched you leave, a sad smile on his face. The wails from Baelon stopped moments later, and Aemond sighed heavily.Â
Tomorrow, he thought, iâll see him tomorrow.Â
The worst part about this sentiment is that Aemond would see his son tomorrow. However, Baelon would be on a pyre.Â
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The night started off peaceful. You sat in your rocking chair, rocking back and forth with Baelon in your arms. You smiled to yourself, holding the-now-sleeping babe in your arms. You hadnât even registered the two men behind you.Â
When one of them accidently knocked something over, you immediately jumped.Â
âAemond?â You whispered, quickly turning around. However, you were met with the face of two, unruly men you didnât recognize. You saw the bag they held, along with the rat traps. âWho-Who are you?â You tried to stay strong, but you knew your voice gave away your fear.Â
One of the men, the taller, bigger one looked you up and down. He turned to the other man and spoke softly. âWho is she?âÂ
âThisâŠIs the one eyed princeâs wife.â Your breath hitched as the shorter man spoke. They both looked reasonably dirty, like rat catchers, but you knew something was wrong.Â
âThere are no rats in here.â The two men started to walk towards you, murmuring something about your husband underneath their breath. You had half a mind to turn and run, but they seemed to have the same idea.Â
The shorter man came to you, and put a knife to your throat. You gasped, and clutched Baelon closer to you. The boy whined softly at the pressure.Â
âGive us the boy, and we wonât hurt you.â The taller man spoke. You looked at him and held Baelon tighter.
âYou have no business with my son-â
âGive us the boy!â The taller men yelled. You flinched, and at the sudden noise, Baelon started to cry. You looked between the men, and you felt tears in your eyes as the anxiety started to build up in your chest.Â
âI-I have uhm..I have many valuable items. I have gold! I have lots of gold that I have no need for-âÂ
The taller man kicked the edge of Baelonâs crib and you held back a scream. The taller men started to speak to the shorter man, but the words they spoke didnât process fully in your brain. All you saw was an open door.Â
âAEM-â You started to scream your husband's name, but the man with the knife to your throat pushed the knife further and grabbed your hair roughly. You cried, and Baelon wailed in your arms. The taller man put his hand on Baelonâs head and tried to pry him from you grip.Â
âNO!â You cried out, trying to pull him back, but it didnât work. With a quick snap your boy was pried from you. The shorter man threw you back, causing you to hit your head against the chair you were previously rocking in.Â
Your head was fuzzy, and all you heard was the wails of your son, painful wails that slowly died down. When you sat up, you saw the men putting the tiny head of your son in a bag. Your whole world stopped, and just as the men escaped down the hall, you screamed.Â
Your chest ached, and your throat burned. You stare down at the body, slowly crawling to it as you shake your head and mutter small, inconsistent prayers to yourself. You reached out a hand, placing it on the bodyâs belly, rubbing it softly as if that would relieve some of the pain that was given to your innocent baby boy.Â
You choked on your own tears, wishing for nothing more than your own death in that moment. Screams erupted from your throat; Horrid, painful screams followed by sobs. This pain, this all consuming immeasurable pain you wished on no one. The feeling of your own blood on your hands as you stared at the decapitated body was sickening, but you couldnât look away.Â
How could something so small hold so much blood? You thought to yourself, watching as the blood spilled from the clumsy cut.Â
Alicent was the first to arrive, followed by Aemond soon after. Alicent stared at the scene in front of her, and while she resented you (seeing you as a constant reminder of Rhaenyraâs blatant lie to her), the pain she felt for you was disgusting. She backed out of the room slowly and placed a hand on her stomach to ground herself.
Aemond couldnât step into the room. He just stared down at you, his son's body. The thought that this headless, infants body was his own sonâs, his baby boyâs-
He couldnât move. The pain for him was nothing short of paralyzing. But what broke him the most was you.Â
You sobbed, violently sobbed as you placed your hands in your son's blood and tried to pull it back. As if that would fix everything. Aemond felt nauseous, seeing you so desperately cling to the idea that you could fix this. Once the realization started to settle that this was not helping, your body seemed to shut down. You laid down, holding your hands on your son's body as you sobbed.Â
No words were exchanged, not knowing what to say. Aemond leaned against the door frame, mind numb as he slowly slid down the frame. He stared at nothing, his mind replaying all the times he held the boy, watched him smile.
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Aemond stood next to you the following day, watching as your baby boy's body was burned on a pillar. He was numb, his face pale and full of so much grief that it sobered anyone up. You were a mess. Tears and incoherent sobs escaped your throat, and you clung to Aemond. Aemond stayed still, gently holding you as if any small movement would cause the last shred of resolve to leave your body.Â
As the fire burned, you buried your face into Aemondâs chest, refusing to watch. Aemond let you, holding your head softly.Â
But Aemond stared. He watched as the wrapped body was consumed by the flames. He forced himself to watch as the flames consumed his son, his own retribution for not being there, for not helping you, for not holding his son one last time.Â
As he watched the ashes of the pyre falter, Aemond made a promise to himself.Â
He would kill Daemon Targaryen with his own hands.
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a/n: guys im sorry.
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baby boy wasn't actually ready to be dead đđ
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Aemond had been welcomed at the council
English is not my first language, be kind.
âąWarnings: incest, p in v, smut, kissing, taking of sexual themes, smut, chocking.âą
OC!Aemond x Sister!Reader
âYouâre so goodâ So goodâ Fuck, Aemond!â She moaned loudly, as she arched her back, her hands tucked up her head on her mattress, held tight in his hand.
âFuckâ Youâre so tightâ Youâre fucking sucking me inââ He growled as he started moving faster, meeting her skin with harsh hard thrusts as he felt himself loosing in the feeling.
âMy big brother is part of the council now?â She moaned as she widened her legs more, looking down at his cock entering her so furiously. He let go of her wrists, grabbing her throat to make her lay back her head.
âSuch a dirty sister I have, mh?â He growled against her temple. âAegon simply welcomed me.â He said as he trailed his other hand on her chest.
âAegonââ She pants as she tries to speak despite the overwhelming pleasure. âAegon trusts youâ Youâll find yourself being his hand in no timeâ Fuck! Aemond!â She threw her head back as he hit one particular spot inside her, that almost left her breathless. He put his hand over her breast, squeezing it in his hand.Â
She reached his face with one hand, but he pulled away for a moment, a flash on challenge flashing his eye, but she quickly reached again, tearing off the eyepatch from his eye.
He chuckled as he felt her clenching around his cock at the sight of his scar.
âYouâre a freak. Fucking freak.â He groaned as he thrusted faster, trying to angle himself to hit that sweet spot inside her once again.
âIâm a dragonââ She panted. âIâm your dragonââ She choked as he tightened his hand around her throat.
âMine.â He growled in her ear, as he loosened his grip around her neck, leaning down to suck her breast in his mouth.
âOh, Godsâ Aemâ Fuckâ Youâre so good to meââ She placed a hand on the back of his hair, keeping him close as he licked herr nipple, sucked and bit, wettening with his own saliva.
âYou like when your brother takes care of you? Mh?â He squeezed her tit again, licking it all over, as his hips pace never faltered.
âIâll kill them!â
The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Aemond and his sweet sister too engrossed with their own pleasure to care about what was happening outside her room.
Careless if the world was about to fall apart.
If some head was rolling around.
âYesâ Fuck!â She moaned loudly again as he hit that spot again.
âThere it isâ Yes!â He leaned back up as he gripped tightly her hips, pulling her back against him as he started thrusting in her like a mad person, watching as her tits jumped up and down by the force and speed of his hits.
âIâll kill them all!â
She moaned loudly in despair, as she started leaning back on the mattress.
âFuck! Aemond!â She leaned back enough to make him slip out, as she panted, looking up at him as he growled, his eye fixed on his core, as his sapphire glistened, reflecting the light of the candles.
âDonât you dareââ He pulled her back and slipped back in, resuming his thrusts just the same, finding, to her surprise, the perfect angle again. She whined in despair, as he pulled her legs back on her chest, getting deeper inside her.
âGodsâ Aemââ
âYouâre so fucking loud, sisterââ He panted. âEveryone will hear you, if you keep going like thisââ He kept thrusting harder and faster. âIs that what you want? Everyone to find out how your big brother is fucking you good? Uh? Find out how much of a whore you are?â
She moaned at his words, her cunt clenching around his at the idea.
âTheyâd have to marry us thenâ Finallyâ Aemond!â
He shushed her with an aggressive kiss, slipping his tongue in her mouth greedily, savoring her taste. She is quick to respond to his kiss, and return it, she sucked his tongue in her mouth, forcing a moan out of him.
âThis is war!â
He pulled back from the kiss, hovering over her, leaning on his elbow as he lowered his hand on her pearl, massaging it lightly.
âOhhââ She sucked in a breath, arching her back suddenly, letting out a long whine. âAemond! Aemâ Fuckâ Aemond!â She gripped his forearms tightly, digging her nails in her skin, making him groan. He could feel her clenching repeatedly around him, sucking him in in such a delicious way, all of it, mixed with her moans, the smell and the sounds of sex, and the sting of pain on his arms, he was losing control.
âFuckâ You like me being a powerful man? You like that I am part of the council?â He leaned down to growl in her ear. âThat I could be the Kingâs Hand?â
âI declare war!â
âYesâ God!â She threw her head back. âFuck meâ Fuck me like the powerful man you areâ Ah!â She kept moaning, her voice completely out of control.
âGodâ Yes, you feel so good, sisterââ He moaned as he kept thrusting harder faster, gripping her tightly. âSo tightâ So fucking loud.â He could see her in ecstasy beneath him.
âCome on my cock, I can feel you clenching like crazyâ Shitâ Come on meâ Now.â He ended up growling like an animal, but it only fit the way she was fucking her right now. She moaned again, her legs wrapping around his waist as she came undone with a long moan, holding on to him, as he thrusted a few more times, finally reaching his own release.
âShitâ Fuckââ He quickly pulled out, despite her moans and her cunt sucking him in so sweetly. He jerked off in front of her as she spread her cunt with her hands, the sight too arousing to hold back any longer.
He gasped as his sperm painted her inner thighs, his body jerking violently by the force of his release.
She smiled up at him, gathering with her hand some of his release, then bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck them clean. He looked with a moan at her movements, as he sat back on his haunches, caressing her calves.
Only then they heard the fast steps and rustle outside.
âGĆntan mirros massigon?â She asked as she looked at the door, confused.Â
-Did something happen?-
He looked at her, then at the door.
âNyke Èłdra daor gÄ«migon.â
-I donât know-
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