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Kiddo

Chapter three

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English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader

•Chapter warnings: obsession, talking of sexual themes, male masturbation, Aemond baing a perv, stalking?•

Two weeks after the encounter.

Aemond gritted his teeth in frustration as he navigated through the busy city streets, cursing under his breath at the unexpected interruption to his plans. Jason Lannister was an annoying client, but he had to endure him, especially considering the size of his investments.

He was not someone he could afford to lose, or well, his father. Jason played the boss in the father’s company, acting like he was on top of the world.

He wasn’t.

As he approached the office building where Jason was waiting, Aemond's mind raced with calculations and strategies. He needed to handle this meeting with finesse, to ensure that Jason remained satisfied with their business relationship.

Still, he was boiling with rage.

He hadn’t been able to even catch a glimpse of his girl, and he still hasn't taken a photo of her. He had nothing of her, aside from her fascicle, filled with personal information, that somehow didn’t allow him to actually know her.

Pulling into the parking garage, Aemond quickly made his way to the lobby, his pace brisk and confident. He entered the elevator, his mind already formulating a plan of action as he tried to focus his mind on the business.

Stepping out into the hallway, Aemond squared his shoulders and composed himself, ready to face whatever demands Jason might have. He strode into the office, his expression cool and composed. He walked to his office, as his secretary looked at him.

“Order me lunch, I’ll eat in my office as soon as Jason leaves.” He says coldly, as her secretary nods.

“Yes sir, do I send Mr. Lannister in your office?” She asks and Aemond nods, getting in his office, making sure nothing is out of place. He hears the door open behind him and he turns to greet Jason,

“Aemond.” Jason smiles as he raises his hand to shake Aemond’s. Aemond nods in greeting and shakes his hand.

"Jason, please, sit." Aemond extends his arm to invite Jason to the office armchairs, his voice steady and controlled. "I apologize for the delay. I trust you've been taken care of in my absence?"

Jason smirks and nods, his expression unreadable as he regarded Aemond with a calculating gaze. "I've been adequately entertained," he replied, his tone amused and malicious. He sits comfortably on the armchair and smells the air.

“This is new, a fragrance?” Jason chuckled.

Shut up.

“Mh, vanilla. I love it. When a girl has it on herself…” He smirks at Aemond.

Shut up.

“Talking of, is your secretary… you know?” He looks at him.

“No.” Aemond answers glacially, staring at Jason.

“No? Not even with you?” He gives him a knowing glance, as Aemond feels the urge to throw up.

“No relationships in the office, it only makes things more complicated, trust me.”

“No.”

“Might try with her then, she’s sexy. If that doesn’t bother you.”

“If she wants you.” Aemond got up to fill two glasses with his whiskey. He then handed one to Jason, as he sat back. Jason took a sip and hummed, appreciating the whiskey as he looked at his glass.

"I was hoping to speak with you personally." He says, finally, back to business.

Aemond nodded.

"Of course."

Jason leaned back in his armchair, his gaze never leaving Aemond's face.

"I have some concerns about the recent fluctuations in the market," He began, his voice measured and deliberate. "I need reassurance that my investments are secure."

Aemond's mind raced as he formulated his response, careful to choose his words wisely. "Rest assured, Jason, your investments are our top priority," He assured him, his tone confident and reassuring. "We have a team of experts monitoring the market around the clock, and I can personally guarantee that your assets are in good hands."

Jason nodded, seeming somewhat appeased by Aemond's response.

"Very well," he said, his tone still tinged with skepticism. "But I'll be keeping a close eye on things. If I sense any hint of instability, I won't hesitate to take my business elsewhere."

Aemond maintained his calm facade, his mind already working on strategies to ensure Jason's continued satisfaction.

"Of course, if you’ll be able to find someone better than us." he replied smoothly, arrogantly. "But I'm confident that won't be necessary."

Jason looked at him, finishing his glass, recognising his threat was empty.

There was no one better. No one better than him.

With that, the meeting concluded, and Aemond watched as Jason exited the office, his mind already turning to the next steps in securing their business relationship. As the door closed behind him, Aemond finished his glass and got up to sit on his desk chair. His secretary brought his lunch, and he thanked her.

He took the fascicle of his girl from the desk drawer.

Y/N Y/L/N.

Targaryen would sound better with her name.

Y/N was born on 25/09/2008 in [Unknown], in the birth certificate they put Vinìsenya'sHill.

Currently residing in a foster home in Visenya's Hill.

Her parents are unknown, they left her nameless at the doors of the foster house.

She is a dedicated student at High School, where she excels academically and actively participates in extracurricular activities, like photography, art sculpture and painting.

She liked art. She's artistic.

Aemond didn’t like art. He found it useless. Dumb. He enjoyed a good painting when it actually represented something, not when it was a twisted form, incapable to be understood.

Following there were her school reports. She was smart, she had really good grades.

Then why the fuck does she paints?

He would accept all of her paintings anyway. Waste of time or not. He would make her paint her body, naked, and he would hang it in his bedroom.

He would cum on that painting.

Aemond groaned and squeezed his temples with his hand.

Something was seriously wrong with him, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

Did he want to fix it?

Maybe.

No.

He finished his lunch and hid the fascicle back in his drawer. He had to get over this day. He needed to. He will find her after.

He got up from his desk, shutting his laptop closed angrily.

He had never been so distracted.

He took his coat and locked the drawer with her fascicle.

He had never been that hard.

She wasn’t even there, it was just the thought of her. He wanted to work his usual until 11 pm, but he had enough. It was 4 pm, and he knew she stayed at school a bit later than the other students. He got out of his office.

“I’m going home earlier today.” He quickly said to his secretary. “Go home if you want.”

He didn’t wait for her answer, he quickly walked to the elevator and got to his car, striding away.

He parked outside her school, and he waited for her in his car. He didn’t dare to step out.

She was there.

Aemond felt his heart in his ears. He felt like his whole body was pumping at the rhythm of his heart.

She was standing on a bus stop, alone. All the other students were gone.

Aemond quickly took his phone, and took a picture of her.

She was even more beautiful than how he remembered. Her hair moved because of the wind, her skin, soft, her eyes focused on a book. She was wearing an old pair of jeans, visibly from second hand, and a cardigan.

She looked so innocent. So pure.

Aemond wasn’t sure when, but he realized too late.

He kept massaging his cock from over his pants, as he kept staring at her. He leaned back on the seat enjoying his perfect sight of her, even if from distance. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, pulling them down in a quick movement.

He needed it.

He needed this relief, so maybe he would be back to normal. Maybe, if he’d cum because of her, he would be free.

He tugged down his boxers, enough to let his dick pop out.

He was tremendously hard.

He felt like a teeneger that couldn’t control himself, and he hated it.

She was doing all of this to him, and she didn’t even know. She was just standing there, serene, waiting for her shitty bus.

He could take her home. He’d be her personal driver. She could pay him with her body, any part of it would be enough for him.

He gripped his cock with his hand, trying to keep a slow rhythm.

She wore long jeans, it was a shame that she covered her beautiful legs.

He would fuck those too. Push his cock between her thighs, stimulate her clit with the tip or his fingers.

He groaned and he leant his head back, but he kept his eye on her, fisting his cock harder.

He would break her just by putting it in.

Aemond was confident about his sexuality, and his skills in sex. He knew his cock was out of the ordinary, longer than the average, thicker.

He didn’t care, he would prepare her for hours if he had to. He was willing to go slow to not hurt her.

His breath got heavier as the windows of his car glazed. He kept fisting himself furiously.

Even if…

He kept himself from moaning.

Even if the idea of breaking her because of his cock almost made him cum.

He held back, and slowed down as she raised her head, looking around, probably to check if the bus was coming.

The bus wasn’t but Aemond was close to.

He began to move again, his hand squeezing his cock tightly, just like he knew her cunt would.

He wanted her. He wanted her whole. He wanted her holes. All of them, all of her.

He groaned lowly as he finally felt his orgasm, and his seed spattered in his hand and his car. He relaxed back in his car seat, staring at her.

She smiled as she saw her bus arrive. She put away her book, as she suddenly looked at his car, before the bus covered his sight of her.

Watch me. Watch what you’ve done to me.

She went away with the bus.

Aemond groaned, and he grabbed some tissue from his pocket, cleaning his mess as he could.

He was disgusting.

He fixed his boxers and pants, buttoning them up.

He was a perv.

He turned on the engine.

He was satisfied.

He had to fight the urge to follow the bus.

Fuck.

He took a deep breath and closed his eye.

She was still there, in his mind. She was still. Fucking. There.

He drove off and went back home. He didn’t know why this girl affected him that much. She was nothing he hadn't seen before.

He had a way of lying to himself.

It was obvious she didn’t have a lot of money. He didn’t care, he had more than enough for both of them. He had more than enough for both of them and their future children. He knew they would have plenty, just the idea of making her round with his seed…

A horn pulled him out of that beautiful image, as he went back to reality. He sighed and he quickly drove home.

The doorman of the building greeted him with a nod that Aemond returned. He walked in the elevator and he pressed the sixteenth floor.

He leans back on the elevator wall, looking at the reflection of himself on the mirrors.

He could look like a freak.

White hair, pale, a fake white eye, the scar. He was big, tall. He would completely tower her and surround her just by standing close to her.

He exited the elevator as soon as the doors opened, and he walked in his flat, taking off his shoes and his jacket, pulling the shirt out of the pants, loosening his tie.

He walked in the kitchen, taking a glass of cold water.

She was still there.

He had to meet her.

If he’d meet her, he was sure she would go away and leave him alone.

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Ewan Mitchell...Sir?? 👉🏼👈🏼

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ivy — masterlist.

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When a fierce blizzard ravages the North, a certain dragon rider gets caught up in it and crashes onto Bear Island.

And right to you, the youngest daughter of House Mormont.

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The Silver Dragon (3)

The Bench

On Arianwyn’s tenth nameday, a grand reception is held in her honor. Though most guests are not in attendance for the Lady of Runestone, but rather the Princess Rhaenyra, who is mere weeks away from giving birth. But Arianwyn does not care, for Aemond is there. And he has a present for her.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Daemon and Rhea's daughter)

Warnings: none

Author's Note: This chapter just had minor edits. I've realized that in early chapters I kind of jumped around with POVs, so I've fixed that. Enjoy!

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The nameday celebrations for Aria were far humbler than those for her cousins who held the titles of prince and princess. It drove Aemond mad, for she surely deserved at least an equal celebration, if not grander. But she was still the daughter of a prince and a favorite of the queen. So, on her tenth nameday, a grand reception was held in her honor.

While formal invitations for her past celebrations were sent to all the noble houses of Westeros, only House Royce and their bannermen from the coast of the Vale had dutifully journeyed to the capital to observe the occasion each year. The rest of the court came and went as their own agendas dictated. Indeed, while many were in attendance this year, Aria was not the reason why.

Rhaenyra was with child once again. Though still weeks away from the birth, the nobility of Westeros was eager to ensure their presence at the birth of the newest Targaryen. Aemond and Aria had finally learned why.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were bastards. It meant Laenor was not their father, and their mother was a whore.

It was not hard to see it, now that he knew. Neither had the white hair or violet eyes of a Valyrian child, but rather hair as black as raven’s feathers and eyes a deep brown, like muddy water. Had it been just Jacaerys, perhaps the court could have overlooked his common appearance. After all, his presumed paternal grandmother, Rhaenys Velaryon, was half Baratheon. But even the Queen Who Never Was was blessed with the violet eyes of her father’s house.

When Lucerys was born looking as ordinary as his brother, the court began looking beyond her husband’s family. Most eyes fell upon her sworn protector and Lord Commander of the City Watch, Harwin Strong. The son of the Hand sported the same coloration as the young princes and often visited their rooms in Maegor’s Holdfast when he visited the Red Keep for Small Council meetings – despite the two towers being on opposite ends of the castle.

But while it was clear for all to see, their bastardy never left whispered conversations in empty corridors. At least, not anymore. Not since Ser Evin Tascer had ended an evening of heavy drinking on a cart to the Wall – without a tongue. But the gossip persisted, though out of the king’s earshot. His mother had forbidden him from mentioning it in public.

That didn’t stop him from teasing them about it in private. It was rightfully deserved after all they’d done to him – and obviously true. He only ever felt bad about it when Aria found out and scolded him.

Many suspected Rhaenyra was purposeful in avoiding another pregnancy. After all, the princes were born only a year apart, and Lucerys was already nearly six years old. With no miscarriages or other devastating accidents reported and the princess still young, there seemed to be no other explanation.

But now she was again with child, and every noble in Westeros waited with bated breath to look upon the babe – and its hair. As the birth neared, more and more nobility descended on the capital to ensure they were among the first to know. It just so happened that Aria's nameday coincided with the deluge of Westerosi nobility.

But Aria had not once mentioned that it bothered her. The gardens of the Red Keep were bursting with nobles in colorful and elaborate clothing adorned with glimmering jewels. Aemond was more than content to let her pretend it was all for her – it was his way of protecting her.

After all, it was her nameday, one of Aemond’s favorite days of the year. On this day, he got to spend the whole day with her without having to go to the Dragonpit. And she smiled so much. It was also one of the few times they got to see her cousin, Ser Gerold, who always encouraged their research and praised their dedication to learning about their family histories.

He arrived at King’s Landing as always, with a carriage overflowing with gifts. As usual, a great number of these were ancient artifacts of House Royce. After thirteen years, her quarters nearly rivaled the vault at Runestone.

Of course, he also brought her new novelties—books filled with fantastical illustrations depicting fairy tales and historical tales alike; carved wooden toys painted in the colors of their house that, at this point, she was decidedly too old for; dresses of the finest silks and brocades; and jewels of all kinds set in gold, silver, and, naturally, bronze.

Aemond knew his present would outshine it all. It was not a relic of her family nor a decadent new creation. It was old, yes, but humble in appearance.

He had slipped into her rooms earlier that morning, his gift wrapped in simple brown parchment and clutched tightly in his arms. As the second son of a King, he’d become accustomed to being looked over and learned to turn it to his advantage. So it was easy for him to slip past Aria’s guards and her lady’s maids to make his way to her dressing room.

She sat at her vanity, holding various jewels up to her neck, her eyes scrunched as she assessed each one against her black and bronze dress. Aemond slipped from behind a wooden screen as she picked up a delicate silver chain dripping with diamonds. Her grey eyes spotted the movement in her mirror, and she met his gaze through the glass.

“Happy nameday, Aria,” he whispered, a gleeful smile on his face.

Her smile quickly matched his, and she whipped around on her seat, the diamond necklace clattering forgotten on the vanity. “Is that for me?” she asked, pointing at the package he held.

Aemond nodded, running up to meet her. She immediately tore into the paper like a dragon eviscerating its prey. He laughed, more excited about giving her this gift than he had ever been to receive one himself.

It was an old book, a thoroughly unimpressive tattered tome. The binding was linen—not leather—and had not weathered the years well. The fiber had degraded so much in places along the spine that the reed and twine holding the pages together were visible. The pages themselves were yellow with age, stiff, and uneven. It was unclear whether they had been torn through centuries of use by countless users or cut that way originally by an inexperienced craftsman.

He knew that all that would matter to Aria was the title: Deciphering the Runes of the First Men.

“Where did you get this?” She asked, eyes wide and mouth agape – precisely the reaction Aemond had hoped for.

Their routine of visiting the castle library to research their families' histories had continued, but over the years, there were questions that even Orwyle could not answer. Many pertaining to the Runes of the First Men. The Runes that appeared on many of Aria’s belongings and gave her keep its name. Orwyle had corresponded with his colleagues in Oldtown over the years to try and answer their questions. However, information on the Runes was scarce, even in the regions of Westeros that still clung to that history.

But now, on the morning of her nameday, she at last held a book that may contain the answers she sought. Setting the book carefully on her vanity, she leaped from her vanity stool and straight into Aemond’s arms, her question entirely forgotten.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed, holding her cousin so tight he struggled to breathe. “I hardly even need the party anymore. You’ve already made this the best nameday ever.”

Aemond hugged her back, face flushing at her gush of praise. “I don’t think my mother would approve. She’s spent weeks planning the party.”

Aria withdrew from the hug, sighing dramatically. “Fine. If we still have to have the party, help me choose a necklace so we can go and get it over with.”

She returned to the vanity, smiling mischievously at Aemond in the mirror. Still laughing, he sat beside her and began rifle through her jewelry box.

Hours later, in the gardens, Arianwyn impatiently fiddled with her necklace. Aemond had chosen one of braided bronze and silver chains, with a smattering of various jewels woven in. The day was growing hot, and Alicent and Gerold relentlessly continued to lead her throughout the party and present her to so many people that her head started to spin.

She was finally granted a reprieve when a servant pulled Alicent aside to discuss the alarming rate at which the pastries were disappearing from the table. As soon as her Aunt’s attention was off her, Arianwyn thanked Ser Gerold for coming and ran to the other end of the garden as fast as she could.

Helaena and Aemond sat on a bench together against the garden wall. Entirely disinterested in the party, they watched honeybees land clumsily on the plate set between them, lapping up droplets of the sugary punch Helaena poured for them.

“There are only ten now,” Helaena said when she sensed her cousin’s presence, though her eyes remained steadfastly focused on the plate. “But a few moments ago, there were twenty-one.”

Arianwyn smiled, glad she had arrived after most of the bees had left. “Do they like the punch?” This conversation was already far more interesting than any she had with any of the other party guests.

“They do,” Helaena said, tipping her goblet to spill more on the plate. “But when they fly away, they seem clumsier than usual.”

Aemond laughed, looking up from his sister’s experiment to his cousin. “Of course they are. They’re drunk, Helaena. There’s wine in the punch.”

Though Helaena seemed horrified at the prospect, Arianwyn couldn’t help but laugh. “If you give them enough, they may start acting like Aegon.”

At this, Helaena at last joined in the laughter. But it did not last long.

As if summoned by the sound of his name, Aegon emerged from the crowd, Jace and Luke trailing behind him.

“Were you saying something about me, dear Aria?” He drawled. Like the bees, he was already quite wobbly. “You know it’s not nice to gossip.” He pursed his lips before chuckling, the two younger boys joining him. Luke dropped his head as he laughed. Jace smirked, looking directly at Arianwyn.

Aemond began to quiet. His smile faded, and he turned his head down, staring at his hands. Arianwyn would not allow this on her nameday.

“We’re simply having fun at my party, cousin.” She said, venom sneaking into her voice. She stepped slightly in front of Aemond. “Are you?”

Aegon scoffed, “As much as I can, I suppose. Though I can’t say the conversation has been particularly stimulating. Most of the people here only want to talk about Rhaenyra,” he spat the name of his sister as if it were a curse, “and the others about you.”

“It’s my nameday,” she snapped back. “Why should they not be talking about me?”

Aegon’s smile grew unsettlingly wide. Taking another deep swig from his cup, he moved closer to her, so close she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. “Do you know what they’re saying, Aria?”

She felt her face flush with anger. Aegon had few talents, but his careful cruelty was undoubtedly one of them.

“I’ll give you a hint. They aren’t talking about that garish bronze armor your cousin brought you. Though I’m not sure why – it’s truly horrendous.” He looked back at Jace and Luke, signaling them to laugh. They did.

When Arianwyn continued her silence, Aegon leaned down, his face close enough for her to smell the alcohol on his breath. “Ten is an important number, cousin. You’re not just a girl anymore. You’re well on your way to becoming a woman.” He reached to touch her cheek, but she slapped his hand away, baring her teeth.

“Do you wonder why my mother has been parading you around like a prize mare? Today is the day you officially go to market, Aria. As soon as your father finally acknowledges you even exist and agrees to a deal, you’ll be shipped off to the highest bidder. If you’re lucky, he’ll be kind enough to not bed you until you’re older.”

Arianwyn shrieked in anger, gathering all her strength to push Aegon away from her. He just laughed as he stumbled back. She wanted to hit him more, hit him harder, but she did not want to make a scene at her own party – it would just give him more reason to mock her.

“Come, Aemond,” she commanded, seizing his hand. “I’m tired of the party. Let’s go to the library.” He did not argue, letting her drag him off the bench without resistance.

With his fun over, Aegon left the bench and returned to the throng of people, his two raven-haired lackeys close behind. Only Helaena remained, and two of her honeybees. She dipped a finger into the punch, letting one of the insects crawl onto her fingernail to drink.

“The silver mare shall never be sold,” she whispered.

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I honestly see no difference ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The Sapphire Spell Ghost Aemond x Female Reader Part Four - Ghostly Obsessions

Can a spell cast by Alys long ago bring Aemond Targaryen back to life centuries later in Westeros? When the remains of the Kinslayer are found and put on display in a Cabinet of Curiosities, the ghost of Aemond discovers the proprietor’s beautiful daughter is the only person who can see or hear him.

Dark Ghost Aemond x Female / Slow Build / Dark Romance

Word Count: 3315

Warnings: None

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After a poor night’s sleep filled with dreams of being chased through the museum, you try to follow your usual routine. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach, knowing that in a few hours you will have to dress and go to the museum to help your father. Normally, you eagerly begin work, frequently arriving early to ensure everything is in order before the public opens, but today, you wait until just before the doors open.

To your father, you brush off your behavior, saying you have a headache, and restrict yourself to the main floor, avoiding the Kinslayer display on the second. You cannot bring yourself to go near it; the memory of last night is too unnerving. Even though the museum is full of people, you are tense. You find yourself constantly searching for him in the crowd.

When the first half of the evening passes uneventfully, you gradually begin to relax a little. Finding a quiet corner, you stop to take a moment to yourself, observing the patrons, when a glimpse of him makes your breath catch in your throat. Slowly, he approaches you. You notice that, despite his striking appearance and unusual clothing for the time, no one pays him any mind. ‘It’s as if they cannot see him.'

As he moves closer, you feel the chilled air his presence brings. Trying to control your shaking, you remain rooted to the spot.

“Good evening, my lady," he says cordially, trying not to frighten you.

“What do you want?” You ask, unable to keep the tremble from your voice or your hands from clenching your skirts.

His eye sweeps over you, noticing your tension. “We wouldn’t want others to think you mad, so please remain calm and listen to me,” he says soothingly. “My apologies for frightening you. It has been quite a while since I have spoken with anyone.”

“Please come back when we can speak, and I will answer your questions. You have my word that I will not harm you." He gives you a soft smile and says, "I'll leave you be until then." With that, he gradually vanishes before your eyes, leaving you to try and act normally despite what you have just witnessed.

It takes days to gather your courage, but your curiosity and your obsession with him eventually override your fear. You want to talk with him; you have so many questions; you want to get to know him and understand him. You lie awake in bed, with time before the sun rises. Knowing you will not sleep anymore, you dress quickly and make your way to find him.

Nervously, you approach the Kinslayer display and find him standing there as if he has been expecting you. You're still wary, and keep some distance from him.

Looking at you curiously, “I can feel your presence; I know when you are nearby.” Giving you a reassuring smile. “You need not fear me. I will not hurt you.”

“You frightened me quite badly,” you remind him, trying to keep your voice steady.

“My apologies; I shouldn't have done that,” he concedes. “I needed to convince you that I was real.”

“That you are the ghost of Aemond Targaryen?” You need to hear him confirm it again.

“I would not phrase it that way. I am Prince Aemond Targaryen, but I am also... dead,” he says with a quick glance at the skeleton in the case. “I think I have been dead for quite a long time.”

Your mind struggles to accept how he can look so alive to you. “But how is this possible? You look as real to me as any man; why am I the only one who can see you?”

“I do not know why so few have ever been able to see me," he confesses with a shrug.

So many questions race through your mind that you don’t know what to ask first. “You have been dead for centuries; have you been aware all that time?” As you ask the question, you think that must be a horrible existence.

“Time is not the same for me now; I barely notice it,” he answers thoughtfully as he beckons you to come closer with his hand extended. “I have spent most of it drifting, like sleeping for long periods and only waking occasionally."

You sense no threat from him at the moment; in fact, he seems willing to be very open with you. Tentatively, you approach a little closer to him, feeling the cold that emanates from him. The iciness makes you shiver, and you cross your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill.

Noticing your discomfort, he asks, “Are you alright, my lady?”

“You make the air very cold.”

Tilting his head, he appears to ponder your answer for a moment: "Yes, I do remember another telling me that." It seems to be a condition of my existence and something else I do not understand.”

Another question comes to mind. “You said you mostly…sleep. Did we wake you when we brought you here?”

"No, I believe I felt activity at the Keep before coming here." Acknowledging his surroundings with an extended arm, he says, “This is a far more interesting place than a forgotten chamber under an abandoned keep." Turning to look at his remains in the glass coffin, he adds, “Though I can’t say I like being displayed like this, it’s rather unfitting for a prince of the realm.”

Feeling awkward, you can only give him a quiet apology.

“I suppose it matters little,” he tries to reassure you.

Checking the time, you realize breakfast will be served soon. "I need to go; my father will wonder where I am," you tell him cautiously, still unsure if you can trust him. "I still have so many questions I want to ask you. I would like to be able to talk again, if that is alright.”

“Yes, of course. I would like that very much,” he responds sincerely. “I have many questions for you as well.

Nodding, "I only ask that when the museum is open, you do not frighten me or interfere with my work. When we close, I will come back.

“I will honor that request, my lady." With a slight bow of his head, he acknowledges your request.

Before you go, you ask, “I don’t know how to address you. What should I call you?”

“You may just call me Aemond.

“And you do not need to address me as my lady. Just my name will do."

You give him a shy smile before turning to make your way back to your residence. All the way, your mind and body are abuzz with excitement. You need to pause a moment to collect yourself because you are nearly overwhelmed by the fact that you just had a conversation with a ghost.

You spend your day almost in a daze, but time passes slowly. You are distracted and cannot wait until you can meet with the prince again, going over your conversation with him and thinking of new questions to ask.

After closing that night, you return, remembering to bring a shawl with you this time. You find him waiting near his display, as he did this morning. A hint of a smile appears on his face upon seeing you, causing a slight flutter in your chest. Before you can speak, he approaches you.

“I know you have questions for me, but I have one of the utmost importance that I need to ask you," he asks earnestly, looking at you intently. “My lady, are you certain that my sapphire has never been found?"

The question surprises you, and you wonder why it matters to him. “No one has ever claimed to have found it. Given its historical significance, a report of its finding would be news.” You continue, "I suppose over the years someone could have found it but never reported it, possibly keeping it or selling it as a valuable precious stone. Most likely, though, it remains lost at the bottom of the lake.

Frowning at this, Aemond moves to the railing. His spectral existence gives him an ethereal way of moving; he appears to be walking, but there is a gliding element to his movements as well. He looks down at the first floor of the darkened museum, lost in thought.

Confused by his interest in the jewel, you tentatively approach him, asking, “Why is the sapphire important to you?"

Sighing deeply, he continues to stare into the darkness but answers, “Alys Rivers cast a spell on the sapphire the night before I fought my uncle over the lake.”

“Alys Rivers, the supposed witch of Harrenhal?”

“She was a witch; she had power and could see visions.” Aemond proceeds to tell you how Alys promised that he would survive the battle, but his uncle would not. He told you of Daemon plunging Dark Sister into his skull, dislodging the sapphire in the process, and spending years at the bottom of the lake, aware but helpless.

“I could feel the sapphire, the power of the spell; I knew it was close by, but I could do nothing.” He remembers it with a look of anguish and anger on his face. “I am tied to that stone. With it, I could live again; without it, I am doomed to this existence. I cannot live, and I cannot truly die."

Taking a deep breath, you are unsure what to make of this tale. Witches and spells are only found in fairy tales.

Seeing your furrowed brow, he questions you. “You do not believe me?”

Sighing, “I believe that you believe it. But you must understand that in this time, witchcraft is the stuff of legends, now only extolled by charlatans and the uneducated. We look for more rational and scientific explanations now.”

“But I am sorry that you have suffered. It must have been horrible; it is still horrible for you,” you add.

Looking at you with a cheerless smile, he remarks, “Some would have called it a fitting punishment for my actions.” He sighs and says, "But thank you for your compassion."

Unsure of what to say, you remain silent for a moment. The hour is growing late, and you do need to get some sleep. “Perhaps I should retire for the night. It is getting late, and I have another busy day ahead of me.”

“Yes, of course. He replies. “I didn't mean to burden you with my troubles. You are the first person in a long time that can see and hear me."

After bidding each other a good night, you quietly return to your room, still thinking about the strange story he told you of his last night alive.

As the days turn into weeks, your life falls into a new pattern. Now, you spend hours every night talking with Aemond. Your talks have covered a wide range of subjects. He sometimes tells you about his ghostly encounters with the living throughout the centuries.

“There was a serving maid in the Red Keep who could see me,” he tells you. “When I realized she was aware of me, I tried to speak with her. The poor girl could not accept my existence; I believe she feared she was going mad. I’m afraid that I frightened her so badly that she took her own life one night,” he recalls sadly.

Another time, he tells you about the past kings of Westeros.

“King Robert Baratheon was too busy drinking and whoring to notice that his children weren’t his,” Aemond remembers, shaking his head.

“And there was Bran the Broken. He could see me, but he could see everything.”

“I remember when the dragon burned Kings Landing as well,” he tells you with a smile.

“You mean when Daenerys Targaryen burned the city after it surrendered?” You ask, puzzled as to why that memory seems to please him. “Thousands of people were killed.”

“But I could sense the dragon. I thought that finally a Targaryen was going to reclaim the throne and restore our house to its rightful place as rulers of the realm.” Sighing sadly, he looks at you and says, “But it was not meant to be.”

While Aemond is quite willing to tell you much of what he remembers, he is also curious about the world as it is now. One night, you find him closely examining one of the electric light bulbs that now illuminate the museum. He asks questions such as, "What are these?" He also asked, "How does it work?" which prompted you to attempt to explain electricity to him. You did the best you could; you don’t understand exactly how it works, just that it works.

One night, he suddenly asks, “What of Old Valyria? Do people live there again?”

“No, no one knows anything about what Old Valyria is like. It is just as mysterious and dangerous now as it was in your time,” you reply. According to reports, a thick fog from the sea shrouds it, making it impossible to see and dangerous to approach. Exploring by land is also next to impossible; mountains and treacherous terrain, also blanketed by mist or fog, make it quite perilous.”

As Aemond looks on with deep interest, you continue. “No one has ever returned from Old Valyria. Every few decades, someone attempts to unravel the mysteries of that land, but they never return.

“The famous explorer Lord Swann was the last to venture there. My grandfather used to sail with him,” you mention with a smile. “I was still an infant when Lord Swann set sail. No one has ever seen his ship or found any wreckage. There has been no sighting of him or any man who accompanied him."

"Did your grandsire sail with him to Old Valyria?” Aemond asks with a hint of concern.

“No, he chose not to go. Age and pain from old injuries prompted my grandfather to retire from the sea,” you inform him, smiling. “ He decided to stay here and begin building this collection instead.

For weeks, you spend almost every night talking with him. You find him fascinating. He has kept his word, never interfering while you are working, never frightening you or making you feel threatened by him in any way. Now you feel quite comfortable in his presence.

More and more, your time with Aemond takes over your life. He’s your first thought when you wake up and your last thought as you drift off to sleep. You can’t wait to see him, and you wish you didn’t have to leave him.

As happy as you are, the time you are spending with him is taking a toll on you. He does not need to sleep, eat, or go outside, but you do. The late nights are catching up with you, and the lack of sleep is beginning to show on your face. Your tutor has reported to your father your lack of interest in your studies, your fatigue, and a concern for your well-being. Your father is beginning to notice and is starting to voice his concern to you.

“I’m worried about you,” your father says to you while you are having lunch together. “You don’t seem like yourself recently. Your tutor says you are struggling with your studies.”

“It’s nothing, Father; really, I’m fine,” you reply. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Perhaps we should get out of the city and go to the cottage in the country," he suggests. “Rest and fresh country air might do you some good.”

“No, I’d rather stay here,” you insist.

Sighing in frustration, your father continues to press you. “What about attending the women’s college in Oldtown? You were excited about the prospect of continuing your education a few months ago.”

“I don’t know if I want to do that anymore. I’m happy here working in the museum,” you profess with growing irritation.

"Really, dear girl, I don’t know what is going on with you, but I don’t like it,” he continues with concern in his voice. “I really am beginning to think you need time away. You have no interest in the things you used to love. You hardly even go out anymore.”

“Everything is fine, Father. Please stop worrying about me,” your voice rising slightly in annoyance.

Throwing his napkin on the table, he looks at you earnestly. “Everything is not fine, and don’t tell me it is. You're neglecting your friends and your studies; you are not yourself, and I know it."

As he watches you purse your lips, he finally says, "This cannot continue."

That night, when you went to see Aemond, you could not hide the fact that you were upset.

As soon as he sees you, he asks. “What is the matter?

“My father says he is worried about me. He talked earlier today about sending me to the cottage we own in the country for a rest." You confide in him: "He thinks I need to get away from the museum, from the city."

He quietly contemplates this information for a moment before softly saying, “I would miss you terribly if you left.”

“I told him I do not wish to leave,” you tell him while nervously twisting a delicate gold ring around your finger. “Then he brought up the possibility of my attending college in Oldtown.”

“You do not wish to continue your studies?”

Your distress is clear on your face when you look at him. “I do, but I don’t want to leave..." you say, stopping yourself before finishing the sentence.

“You don’t want to leave? Why?” He questions.

Suddenly feeling shy around him, you press your lips together before responding. “I don’t wish to leave you," you finally admit.

“You would stay for me?” He asks curiously. “Despite who I am remembered as—a kinslayer, a monster?”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

Aemond approaches you and stands right in front of you. With him comes the icy chill, but you don’t mind it. He raises his hand in front of your face and looks at you, asking for permission. Seeing your slight nod, he cups your cheek. At first, you just feel cold air, but gradually, you start to feel something more solid against your skin. Looking up at him, you smile, realizing you can feel his hand pressing lightly against you.

Though his touch is icy against your cheek, you also notice how large his hand is; you can easily rest your face against his palm.

“You feel so warm,” he murmurs, closing his eye to just enjoy the sensation. “It’s been so long since I’ve touched anyone.”

Opening his eye and looking down at your face, he said, “I want you to stay, but I am selfish. You must do what is best for you.”

You find yourself captivated by his face; you don’t see how anyone could think of him as a monster. He may be remembered as a kinslayer, but you wish with all of your heart that he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close. Knowing that will never happen has you struggling to hold back your tears. Feeling your emotions bubbling to the surface, you quickly excuse yourself and hurry back to your rooms, not wanting him to see you cry.

You slept deeply that night, exhausted from your fatigue and tears. Most people in the city also sleep, except for those whose work keeps them awake all night. This is the case for the employees of the King's Landing newspaper. As the ink dries on the newsprint, they bundle the morning edition that will be distributed throughout the city. This edition will carry a story about fishermen who found a bright blue sapphire while fishing near the northern shore of the God's Eye.

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hollyfreyjamesart · 21 hours

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"I haven't said that yet."

This part always gets me. That's why I don't like Viserys.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #prince aemond #hotd #aemond

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kckt88 · 8 hours

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Here With Me II.

Summary:

Aemond deals with the reappearance of Alys.

Warning(s): Alys, Language, Angst, Drama, Kissing, Allusion to Smut.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C BILLIE SKYLARK

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3000

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond's heart sank as he took in the scene before him, his mind going back and forth between disbelief and rage. "Alys," he said, his voice tinged with incredulity. "What are you doing here?"

Alys' eyes narrowed as she met his gaze, a calculating smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I came to see you, Aemond, to tell you-" she replied smoothly, her voice honeyed with false sincerity.

Aemond's stomach churned with unease as he realized what Alys was implying. "-No," he said firmly, his voice trembling with anger and disbelief. "That's not possible."

But Alys merely laughed "Oh, but it is, Aemond-" she insisted, her tone dripping with scorn. "This child is yours."

Aemond's mind raced as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him. He knew in his heart that Alys' claims were false, that she was using this as a ploy to manipulate him.

But the sight of her standing there heavily pregnant, with Billie looking confused and hurt, filled him with a sense of dread and despair.

"No," he repeated, his voice growing louder with each word. "I won't let you do this."

But Alys merely smirked, her eyes glinting with triumph. "You don't have a choice, Aemond," she taunted, her voice filled with malicious glee. "You will acknowledge this child, whether you like it or not."

"It's not my child," insisted Aemond, his tone firm and unwavering. "I haven't slept with you in well over a year. I've been in a committed relationship with Billie."

Alys scoffed, her eyes flashing with scorn. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What about that time nine months ago? Or have you conveniently forgotten that incident in the back your car?"

Aemond's jaw clenched with anger at Alys' blatant lies, his fists balling at his sides as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I never slept with you nine months ago," he shot back, his voice tinged with frustration.

Alys' smirk faltered, her confidence wavering in the face of Aemond's anger.

“Aemond”

"No, Alys," he declared, his words laced with certainty. "The baby is not mine, besides I always used protection with you-"

Alys rolled her eyes, her disbelief evident in her expression. "Oh, please," she scoffed, her voice tinged with frustration. "No method is 100% effective."

Aemond's jaw clenched with frustration at Alys' stubborn refusal to accept the truth. "I'm well aware of that fact," he conceded through gritted teeth. "But what is 100% effective is NOT having sex with you at all. You're a fucking liar, Alys".

Alys' face flushed with anger at his accusation, her eyes narrowing into icy slits. "How dare you!" she seethed, her voice trembling with rage. "You can't just deny your responsibility like this!"

But Aemond remained unmoved, his gaze steady and unwavering as he faced her down. "I'm not denying anything," he replied evenly. "I'm simply stating the truth”.

Obviously realising what she was doing wasn't working, Alys tried another tactic, she smiled sweetly and reached out towards Aemond, her hand running up his arm.

“Aemy baby-please, we were so good together, what we had was special“ muttered Alys.

"No it wasn't Alys-you treat me like shit" snarked Aemond snatching his arm away from her grasp.

"I made a mistake-sweet boy" whispered Alys.

"No-the mistake was mine-I never should have got involved with you in the first place" replied Aemond.

"You were nothing before you met me. I made you the man you are" replied Alys.

"No-Alys. It was getting away from you and being with Billie that made me who I am"

"But the sex we had-the way we were with one another-"

"-It was disgusting" replied Aemond.

"She knows how you like it does she?"

"Alys-don't-" warned Aemond.

"We can have it again baby-remember, how we would-"

"-NO. When I was with you, I felt hollow, I felt disgusted with myself-you want to talk about our sex? how about the times where you would make me feel like I was nothing-how you would belittle and hurt me, then demand I spend hours pleasing you in bed-"

"Aemond" gasped Billie her hand covering her mouth.

"I felt sick to my stomach whenever you wanted me to touch you-the countless times I had to fantasize about someone else to get me through it-" said Aemond wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"You liar-" snarled Alys.

"That's rich coming from you-" quipped Aemond.

"-And you want her?" scoffed Alys.

"Yes-" replied Aemond firmly.

"What does she have that I don't?" asked Alys in disbelief.

"Everything"

"-And you really think that she's going to stick around and help you raise our child?"

"For the love of all that is holy-I'm not the FUCKING father"

"Yes you are-" muttered Alys.

"No I'm not-get it through your head. There's only one woman I've ever fucked in my car and it certainly wasn't you-it was Billie"

"Aemond-" exclaimed Billie.

"She'd spent the day with Helaena, and from the second she was away from me-I missed her. I spent the day imagining how I would make love to her. I got myself so worked up that when I picked her up I couldn't contain myself-I just had to have her-"

"-You-" gasped Alys.

"-That desire, the primal need-the not being able to wait. I was so desperate for her that I tore her clothes from her body and sank my self inside her so deep-I couldn't tell where I ended and she began"

"T-That-" uttered Alys.

"Billie makes me feel like I'm the centre of her world, she makes me feel special, she loves me for who I am-not what I am. You have never made me feel like that" admitted Aemond.

"Aemond-" whispered Billie

"Billie, you have to believe me," he implored, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you, and I would never betray your trust like this."

Billie's eyes softened with empathy, her hand reaching out to gently grasp his. "I believe you, Aemond, I trust you-I know you’re not the father" she reassured him, her voice filled with unwavering certainty.

“What?” exclaimed Alys.

"Aegon is” stated Billie, her voice steady but filled with accusation.

Alys' eyes widened in shock, her mask of confidence slipping for the first time since she entered the room. "How do you know?" she demanded, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Billie's gaze hardened as she explained, "It's your perfume, Alys. I remember smelling it on Aegon the night Aemond introduced me to his family."

Aemond's eye widened in understanding as he recalled the events of that evening—

"You mentioned he had an odour about him," Aemond interjected, his voice filled with realization. "But I thought it was just a joke."

Billie nodded; her certainty unwavering. "It wasn't a joke," she affirmed. "It was the truth."

Alys' face paled as the weight of Billie's accusation settled upon her. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out.

Billie's resolve strengthened as she took a step closer to Alys, her senses homed in on the familiar scent that lingered in the air around her. With a furrowed brow, she inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring as she sought confirmation of her suspicions.

And then, without a shadow of doubt, she nodded resolutely. "I'd never forget a stench like that," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

Aemond's patience snapped like a taut rope, his eye blazing with fury as he advanced towards Alys, his fists clenched at his sides.

"How dare you!" he roared, his voice reverberating with anger and betrayal. "How dare you come into my home and spin your web of lies, trying to manipulate me and the woman I love!"

Alys recoiled at the intensity of his rage, her eyes widening in fear as she backed away. "Aemond, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. "I didn't mean—"

But Aemond cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand, his anger boiling over like a volcano on the brink of eruption. "Don't you dare try to play innocent with me," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You knew exactly what you were doing”

"I told Aegon about the baby, but he refused to have anything to do with it."

Aemond's eye narrowed with contempt as he processed her words, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"Why should that surprise you?" he retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. "Aegon has multiple children with multiple women, and he doesn't accept responsibility for any of them."

Alys flinched at the harsh truth of his words, her facade of defiance crumbling under the weight of her own actions. "I thought maybe this time would be different," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I was wrong."

“You slept with my brother, and when he discarded you like the filth you are, you decide to try and lie to me? There is no way I would ever father a child with you."

Alys recoiled at the venom in his words, her face contorting with a mixture of shock and shame. "I-I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

But Aemond's rage was unrelenting, his anger fuelled by the depth of her betrayal. "You're a liar and a manipulator," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "You tried to use me to clean up the mess you made with my brother, but you underestimated me. I won't let you destroy my life"

“Aemond-“

"Get out," he commanded, his tone icy with contempt. "Leave this apartment, and never come back. I don't want to see your face ever again."

Alys' eyes widened in shock at the finality of his words, the weight of his rejection hitting her like a physical blow. "But Aemond, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I-I still love you."

But Aemond's resolve remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering as he met her pleading eyes.

"You don’t know how to love, everything about you is a lie," he declared, his voice ringing with disdain. "Your just a fucking vampire sucking the life out of everything and everyone you come into contact with, and I want nothing to do with you. Now leave, before I make you” snarled Aemond as he wrenched the door open.

With a heavy heart, Alys made her way towards the door, her shoulders slumped with defeat.

As she crossed the threshold, she cast one final glance back at Aemond, her eyes filled with regret and sorrow.

But Aemond's gaze remained cold and impassive, his heart hardened as he slammed the door shut.

Billie stepped closer to Aemond, her heart aching for the pain he must be feeling. Gently, she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a warm embrace.

Aemond hesitated for a moment, his body tense with residual anger and frustration. But as Billie's comforting touch enveloped him, he couldn't help but let out a shaky breath, the tension slowly melting away.

With a soft sigh, Aemond leaned into her embrace, allowing himself to be held by the woman who had stood by his side through it all.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his arms encircling her waist as he sought solace in her comforting presence.

Suddenly Bille felt a slight tremble run through his body.

Concerned, she pulled back slightly to look into his eye, and her heart sank as she saw the tears in his eye.

"Aemond, are you ok?" she asked softly, her voice filled with gentle concern.

Aemond took a shaky breath, his voice choked with emotion as he struggled to speak. "I-I had everything planned," he confessed, his words coming out in a broken whisper. "The perfect surprise-for you."

Billie's brow furrowed in confusion, her concern deepening. "What surprise?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Aemond's tears fell freely now, his emotions spilling over in a torrent of anguish. "I was going to cook your favourite meal," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was going to fill the apartment with your favourite flowers-And then, I was going to ask you to marry me."

Billie's breath caught in her throat at his confession, her heart skipping a beat at the enormity of his words.

"And after that," Aemond continued, his voice trembling with sorrow, "I was going to take you to bed and make love to you all night-But now, it's all ruined because of Alys and her fucking lies."

Billie's eyes brimmed with tears at the devastation in Aemond's voice, her heart breaking for the pain he was experiencing. Without hesitation, she pulled him close once more, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

"It's not ruined, Aemond," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "We'll get through this together. And when the time is right, we'll have our perfect moment-I love you, and nothing can change that."

“I just can’t believe that audacity of her to show up like that-“ muttered Aemond.

“After everything you told me about her and what I just heard-it’s no surprise really” replied Billie.

“Getting pregnant with my brothers child and then trying to pass it off as mine-is there truly no depths that she wouldn’t sink too”.

“I guess she was just desperate-especially if Aegon did cast her aside,” said Billie.

“It’s her own fault-now she has to deal with the consequences, I’m just glad not to be involved in that mess anymore” replied Aemond.

“Did it feel good. Giving her a piece of your mind?” asked Billie curiously.

“It felt fucking fantastic-now where’s the whiskey. I need a drink” retorted Aemond.

In the months that followed Alys’ attempt to manipulate Aemond, many changes happened.

The first was Aemond’s insistence that they move to a new apartment, the second was that he cut ties with Aegon-he promised his mother that he wouldn’t cause any trouble and would remain cordial at family functions but other than that he didn’t want to know.

He was angry, but he was also hurt-he had not really been that close to Aegon, but he'd spent many hours talking to Aegon about his relationship with Alys and everything she put him through, and despite everything that Aemond had told him, his brother had still got involved with Alys.

It wasn't about her-he couldn't give two shits. But it was Aegon-his own brother.

But Aegon had made his bed, now he needed to lie in it. As did Alys. No doubt by now she would have had the baby, but Aemond didn’t want to know, technically the baby was his niece or nephew, but he just didn’t want to be involved.

Alys was the past and Billie was his future.

Aemond had everything he had ever wanted, and he never wanted to let it go.

His little bird, the love of his life and his soul mate.

A truly remarkable woman who was the light of his life, she would spend hours going over different scents for the perfumes she made, often working late into the night, but she always made time for him and Aemond made sure to spend every moment he could between her soft thighs.

His ravenous appetite for carnal pleasures knew no bounds as he made a point to christen every surface in their new apartment.

He would spend many hours fucking her into exhaustion, his cock pounding into her tight wet heat.

Just thinking about bending her over the kitchen counter made Aemond's cock respond in earnest.

But it was probably not a good idea to get an erection whilst he was currently sat at the traffic lights, his fingers gripping the steering wheel of his car so tight they had turned white.

Fuck he needed to get home-he needed his little bird.

Perhaps tonight he would throw her legs over his shoulders and devour her sweet cunt until she screamed his name and then he would have her ride him afterwards.

Yes-that would do nicely.

He just had to get home first.

As Aemond returned home from a long day's teaching and staff meetings, he was met with a surprise that lifted his spirits.

There, standing in the warm glow of the apartment, was Billie, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Hey, love," she greeted him, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I have something for you."

Intrigued, Aemond approached her, curiosity dancing in his eye. "What is it?" he asked, his interest piqued.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Billie handed him a small, elegantly wrapped box, adorned with a delicate ribbon. "Open it," she urged him, her excitement palpable.

With trembling hands, Aemond carefully untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box. And there, nestled within a bed of velvet, lay a small bottle adorned with intricate designs—a bottle of perfume.

Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon the exquisite craftsmanship, his heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who stood before him.

"It's-beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Billie beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I finished it a few weeks ago, it’s the scent I made in your honour" she confessed, her voice tinged with excitement. "I named it Sapphire".

Aemond's eye widened in surprise at the unexpected choice of name, his mind racing.

"Sapphire?" he repeated.

Billie nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Yes," she explained. "After the gemstone that you have in the place of your missing eye."

Aemond's heart swelled with emotion at the thoughtful gesture, his eye welling with tears of gratitude. "Thank you, Billie-I’m truly honoured" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

But Billie wasn't finished yet.

With a flourish, she uncapped the bottle, releasing a soft, delicate scent that filled the air with its intoxicating aroma—a scent that spoke of love, of devotion, of the bond that bound them together.

"It's soft with a hint of vanilla," Billie explained, her voice filled with pride. "Just like you."

Overwhelmed by the depth of her love and the beauty of her gift, Aemond pulled her into his arms, holding her close as tears of gratitude streamed down his cheeks.

“It’s perfect my love-“ replied Aemond.

"Guess what, Aemond?" she said, her voice tinged with excitement. "The scent is already trending on social media, and the pre-sales are larger than anything I ever anticipated."

Aemond's eyes widened in astonishment, his heart swelling with pride for the woman he loved. "That's amazing, Billie!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I'm so proud of you."

Billie beamed with joy at his words, her heart soaring with happiness. "Thank you, Aemond," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without your love and support."

"I love you-" whispered Aemond.

"-I love you too Issa zaldrīzes" replied Billie smiling (My dragon).

"W-What did you just say?" asked Aemond.

"Oh-did I say it wrong, I know how much you like ancient languages and I ordered a Valyrian phrase book in Braille-and I was practising, oh god this is so embrassing-" stammered Billie fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

"No-you said it perfectly. I-I was just surprised that's all. What else can you say?"

"Avy jorrāelan issa dārys-" (I love you my King).

Billie didn't get to tell Aemond what else she learned as he hauled her over his shoulder and took her to their bedroom.

Where he spent the night worshipping Zȳhon dāria. (His queen).

Her legs thrown over his shoulders as he devoured her sweet cunt, making her sob with pleasure as she came on his tongue and fingers.

Then he sheathed his hard cock inside her. He had her many times that night, in many positions, filling her to the brim with his seed until she passed out from pleasure and exhaustion-his cock still nestled inside her.

He was going to ask her-he needed to ask her. As he slept that night-he dreamt of seeing her round with his child, his large hand running over the swell of her stomach, the ring on her finger sparkling in the sunlight.

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon the room, Aemond watched with a smile as Billie slept peacefully beside him.

With a gentle touch, he traced the delicate petals of a long-stemmed rose along the curve of her body, eliciting a soft giggle from her lips as it tickled her skin.

Billie stirred awake, her laughter fading into a contented sigh as she opened her eyes "Good morning, love," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

"Good morning, my darling," Aemond replied, his eye sparkling with adoration.

Billie shook her head, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Not at all," she assured him. "What are you up to?"

Aemond's smile widened as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his heart overflowing with love. "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you," he whispered against her lips, his voice filled with emotion.

Billie's heart swelled with happiness at his words, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "I love you too, Aemond," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.

Taking a deep breath, Aemond put the rose on the bedside table and reached into his pocket, producing a small velvet box.

"Whilhelmina Skylark," he began, his voice trembling with nervous excitement. "Will you marry me?"

Tears of joy streamed down Billie's cheeks, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "Yes, Aemond," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Yes, I will marry you."

Aemond's heart skipped a beat as Billie's words sank in, a surge of joy and excitement coursing through him like a tidal wave.

"I want to marry you as soon as possible, I don’t want to wait" he declared, his voice filled with eager anticipation.

But before he could even finish his sentence, Billie let out a joyful laugh, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, you might have too, as I have a surprise of my own," she interjected, her voice laced with excitement.

Aemond's brow furrowed in curiosity as he watched her reach into the drawers beside their bed, his mind racing with possibilities.

What could she possibly have in store for him?

And then, with a flourish, Billie pulled out a small white object, holding it out for him to see.

Aemond's eye widened in astonishment—a positive pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant," Billie announced, her voice trembling with emotion. "-Helaena knows, she was with me when I did the test."

Aemond's heart swelled with an overwhelming flood of joy and love, his eye brimming with tears of happiness.

"Billie," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

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