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It must have been horrifying for Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena in the years before the dance, all three of them experiencing varying levels of heightened paranoia and unrest every single day.

Viserys was sicky-looking even in ep 6, and the chance of him dying (even then) was pretty high. I can’t imagine that uncertainty breeding anything but fear and worry among everyone.

From their inception, the kids lived in this constant “flight or fight” state, not knowing if Rhaenyra would ever return to the Red Keep, not knowing if Daemon would just turn up at the gates and demand their heads, not knowing if one day Viserys would just disinherit them at the request of his ‘only child.’

Aegon getting drunk every night because the alternative would be thinking of his (very likely) visit to the executioners block; Aemond throwing himself into every lesson, every practice fight with Criston, every flight with Vhagar, because he knows that this period of peace is a farce; Helaena flinching at every touch and sound because she simply doesn’t know whether that’s a friend, or whether the beasts have finally caught up with her.

Alicent going to bed each night, knowing that in the morning, her children’s heads might decorate the walls of the Keep. That one day, she’ll go into Helaena’s rooms and find her missing; that Aegon may never return from his visits to the city; that Aemond may just take the fight to Dragonstone just to end the painful wait that Rhaenyra has (unknowingly, which makes it worse) subjected them all to.

That if her father messes up again, Viserys will send him away (again), that she’ll be alone (again) in a castle that doesn’t want her (again), without allies or friends (again).

Can you imagine living in that state for a week, let alone two decades?

#when TG’s (legitimate) fear of death is brought up #the most common response is ‘oh but Rhaenyra wouldn’t do that’#…are we sure?#are we…totally sure?#alright so what has she done to prevent that fear?#name me one thing she has done to assure her half-siblings that she won’t kill them #…yeah that’s what I thought #she was on Dragonstone for like a decade #had no communication with her father or Alicent or the Small Council #let alone Aegon or Helaena or Aemond #the last time something happened and their half-sister was in the room. Aemond was called to be tortured by her.#so yeah I think the fear was founded on solid grounds.#and Daemon? Every single person is afraid of Daemon and no that is not a flex that is a fear-mongering tactic.#If Rhaenyra won’t have the guts to kill them. Daemon sure as hell will.#but yeah no wonder they looked so drained at the dinner #they just wanted the fuckery to end #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd meta #team green #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #text #my own

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Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues (8/22)

Description: Aemond and Alyra know what they want and are willing to abandon everything for it. Even if it means a flight to Dragonstone and what may be an uncomfortable reunion.

Aemond’s heart beat against his chest like the wings of Vhagar beating against storm winds. She’d said yes, agreed to run away with him, to marry him. Her back was pressed against his chest as they soared through the air, leading King’s Landing behind them. She’d collected a few things from her room, and he’d secured them tightly to Vhagar’s saddle. She showed no fear, no hesitance when he wrapped his cloak around her and grabbed her chin pressing a searing kiss to her soft lips, then gave the command for Vhagar to fly.

As they flew in silence, he rested his chin on Alyra’s shoulder, turning to press an open mouth kiss to her neck, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her skin. Now that she was his, he found it harder and harder to control his desire to consume her.

She shivered, drawing his cloak tighter around her, and tilted her head back to look up at him. “Are you sure this is what you wish to do? I will not hold it against you if you change your mind, I know how important your family is to you.”

He couldn’t fathom turning around now, going back now would guarantee they would be separated forever, and he’d burn down the keep before that happened. “I have wanted this since I first laid eyes on you.”

Alyra’s cheeks grew bright red and all she could utter was a bashful “oh,” before she collected herself and pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. “As have I.”

Dragonstone came into view, and Alyra gasped, leaning forward to view the castle better. In all her time serving Heleana she’d never been allowed to visit the breathtaking island. Jutting out from the stone cliffs, it cut an intimidating figure against the horizon, and the sudden sound of dragon calls made Alyra shrink back into Aemond.

“Do not fear, I will explain everything to my half-sister, she will be understanding.” He said, after Vhagar let out a ground-shaking roar in response.

Alyra bunched her hands in his cloak. “Will she though? Your mother is actively trying to shore up allies to back Aegon’s claim to the throne.”

Aemond laughed, “she is a romantic, look at her choice of husband. Far below her station, no army to back her claim, and yet she would not consider any other man.”

Alyra’s voice was tinged with apprehension. “Aemond, I know she is a romantic, I have spent time with them both, they are very close to my mother, but that does not mean she will put aside her anger.”

“Do not worry, Ñuha dōna, she will help us.”

If she does not, someone else will. He thought. He’d already made a list of others he would fly them to if Rhaenyra would not agree to marry them.

Aemond directed Vhagar towards a large enough spot for her to land and slid down her scales, boots hitting the ground just as Dragonstone’s large doors swung open.

Alyra called after him, suddenly nervous, as she hastily slid down before he could turn and offer his hand. “Aemond, there’s something I should tell you before—”

“Our healer.” The crown princess beat her to it.

Aemond looked from his half-sister to Alyra, then back. “I believe your sons called me ‘one-eye or snake’ but I will accept this new title.”

Alyra cringed and brushed past him to greet the crown princess, who stood a few feet away. “Your highness, it is a pleasure to see you again.” She accepted Rhaenyra’s embrace and whispered, “I haven’t told him.”

Rhaenyra pulled back and brushed Alyra’s cheek with her knuckles, her voice taking on a motherly tone, “and why not?”

Alyra looked down at the ground. “I have made progress. I found my grandmother’s journals; they were buried underneath a mountain of dresses in my mother’s chambers. I found them the last time she visited, and I believe I have unlocked something, but I don’t know what.”

Aemond watched as his betrothed stood in the embrace of his half-sister, his hand still resting on Vhagar’s leg. He had no fear of being turned away. If what Cassandra said was true, his beautiful girl has captured more than just his heart.

Rhaenyra nodded, “we will speak of this later.”

Vhagar shifted, and he stepped forward as she took off into the skies. He watched her go before joining Alyra.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flickered to him, then she tsked and smoothed down Alyra’s windswept hair. “Aemond should learn to fly that dragon of his more carefully, look at what they’ve done to your hair.”

“She is the largest dragon in the world, ruffled hair is the least of her effects.” He snarked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Prince Aemond.” Rhaenyra said, releasing Alyra and standing tall.

“Sister.” He replied, wrapping an arm around Alyra’s waist, and tucking her into his side. “We wish to marry; will you be our witness?”

Rhaenyra stared at him for a long moment until her eyes shot to Alyra as if seeking confirmation, that yes, she did want to marry him.

“It would be such an honor, my lady, if you would be the one to bind us.” Alyra said, fighting to keep the giddiness out of her voice in order to remain respectful.

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow and leaned to look behind them. “Is this a ploy of your mother’s? Or will she show up on my doorstep enraged and backed by the Lannister army if I do this?”

Alyra wilted, and a flare of anger shot through him as he stepped closer to his half-sister. “This is no ploy of my mother’s, and I cannot tell you if she will come after us, but we came to you, because I believed you would do right by me.”

Rhaenyra scoffed, “do right by you?”

Aemond removed his leather eye patch, revealing the shining sapphire that replaced his stolen eye. “Your son took my eye, and now I ask for your cooperation in return.”

“Please, my lady, this is no trick. We fled King’s Landing, telling no one but Aegon of our plan.” Alyra reached to grab Rhaenyra’s hand between her own, her voice soft and earnest.

It angered him to see her beg, she was his love, his life. She should never have to debase herself in such a way. But at the same time, there was a small part of his ego that preened under the fact that she was so willing to beg for them—for him.

“You told Aegon?” Rhaenyra laughed, shaking her head as she covered Alyra’s hands with her free hand. “Oh, my darling girl, you two must be truly desperate to marry.”

Aemond pulled Alyra’s hands from Rhaenyra’s grip. “If you will not marry us, perhaps, I shall fly us to Driftmark and see if Princess Rhaenys will.”

Rhaenyra eyed her half-brother warily. “And why would she do that.”

Aemond already began looking to the skies for Vhagar. “In return, I will back her claim to the throne.”

Alyra went rigid beside him, and he could feel her frantic eyes on him.

Rhaenyra only laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “You have grown much, brother, I admire your dedication to my darling Alyra.”

Alyra relaxed, letting out a quiet breath and spoked quietly to him in her native tongue, “we did not discuss the Princess Rhaenys, I will not go against every member of the royal family. Let us fly to the nearest unaffiliated septa and have them marry us. I do not wish to anger the crown princess.”

Aemond cupped her face and kissed her with a slow languid motion, her smell of honeysuckle mixed with the scent of dragon, intoxicated him, and he hummed contently against her.

Alyra stood frozen for a moment then leaned into his touch, her hands on his chest, fingers bunching into his tunic, his warm lips banishing any thought in her mind.

“Am I interrupting something?” The deep voice of Harwin Strong sent Alyra reeling back and falling into a hasty curtsy.

“Lord Strong, my—our apologies. We have come to ask Princess Rhaenyra to marry us.”

Harwin held out his hand towards Alyra who rushed forward and let the well-built man embrace her.

Aemond grumbled under his breath, but the three others ignored him as Alyra filled the crown princess’s consort in.

Harwin chuckled and slung an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “You should stop teasing them, Nyra, you know you want to do the ceremony.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly, “he’s Alicent’s favorite son, this’ll really piss her off.”

Aemond rolled his eye, the Strong man obviously was only pretending to try and keep him from hearing his words.

“My mother has no favorite.” He said, stepping forward to reclaim Alyra.

Alyra’s lips parted, but then she closed them and took his hand, smiling placatingly up at him.

Rhaenyra and Harwin looked at each other before bursting into laughter that ran on for a few minutes, leaving Aemond and Alyra standing there silently.

Aemond heard a stifled giggle, and he looked down at Alyra who was hiding her smile behind his cloak.

“The queen does show her love for her children in different ways, and different amounts, you cannot deny that my love.” She said carefully, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Aemond hummed dismissively and turned his head. Of course, he knew that his mother valued him over Aegon, perhaps even Heleana, but he was the one she could depend on, no matter the task. He felt a pang of guilt at the stress his mother would be under once she realized they’d fled.

Alyra noticed his shift and reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you.” She whispered, looking up at him with such adoration, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“And I you, Ñuha dōna.” He whispered back, careful not to let his half-sister hear his words.

Rhaenyra coughed to get their attention. “Harwin is right. I do wish to perform the ceremony for you both.”

Alyra’s smile could outshine the sun, and Aemond wished he could bottle the light she radiated and keep it with him for whenever she left his sight.

“But I do require something from you.”

He knew what was coming and fell to one knee, the words of loyalty slipping easily through his lips. On the trip to Dragonstone, he’d made up his mind. If Rhaenyra asked for his support when the time came in return for harboring them, he would give it.

Alyra’s hand rested on his shoulder and once he’d finished, he took it and pressed it against his lips.

Rhaenyra smiled at him; her eyes crinkled with mirth. “Truthfully, I was speaking to Alyra, but your loyalty was going to be a request if I was to bring validity to your marriage.”

Alyra laughed nervously, watching him for any signs of anger. He kept calm, nothing had changed, he was always prepared to support his half-sister if it meant he could have Alyra.

“My lady, that was a bit cruel,” Alyra protested, leaving her hand in his grip.

Aemond’s heart sang, his sweet Alyra, standing up for him to the woman whom she was so devoted to? A fire raged in him not of anger, but of pride tinged with something akin to lust.

Rhaenyra smiled softly at Alyra and then at him, the kindness in her eyes surprised him. He’d expected his half-sister to set obstacle after obstacle in his path, but instead she simply held her hands out to them. “All I ask from you, Alyra, is that you stay here and attend me until our newest child is two years of age.”

Alyra pulled her hand from his and flung her arms around his half-sister. “You are with child again? Oh the gods have blessed this day, I would be more than happy to attend you.” Her voice was lighter than Aemond had heard it in months, and he felt another twinge of guilt for his previous inaction.

“Well then, now that’s settled, shall we get you two married?”

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