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You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part three

story masterlist / masterlist

summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

tag list (comment if you want to be added to the list):

@anehkael @aemonds-fire @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy @devils-blackrose @ruhjkie

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Power

It was something he craved for a long time. Ever since his eye got taken, he lacked feeling powerful. He was the son of The King, but felt as meaningless as a common citizen.

Power

Never in his life, he was looking for something so desperately. He would sacrifice everything and everyone, just for a slight feeling of power over someone or something.

Power

He loved and hated it, all at once. He knew it would be the death of him. Chasing the unachievable desire of power. How could he ever get it? When not even riding the largest dragon in the world could give him the respect and the power he deserved.

He was a lonely man. He was strong, literate, and studied. He could fight like a true soldier, and he looked frightening. He even wore an eyepatch, to not scare the ladies at cout. But it could only cover up his insecure nature. It was not real—non of it was.

But that one night, when he was roaming around the nightly city of King's Landing, he had not felt lonely or powerless, yeah not even insecure and anxious.

When he was able to save a young lady from rape, he had felt something, he never knew existed within him—power.

He loved how she was a head smaller than him. He loved how weak she was. He loved that he could save her. Not for the sake of saving a woman in need, but to feel mighty over her.

He loved how she thanked him, over and over again. And the way she had looked at him. Though, he pretended that he did not care for her and her big puppy eyes, beaming at her savior.

It all began very innocent. He thought about her some random times a week, sometimes just a few times a month. Whenever he needed to remind himself about the feeling of power, or sometimes even for no particular reason at all.

He replayed the scene in his head, and that was it. But well, at times, he just thought about her. Her voice, the look in her eyes—it made him feel powerful.

But it somehow happened more frequently that he thought about her. More than he liked it to happen. It started off with everyday thoughts about her. It gave him motivation and energy, whenever they crept up his mind.

But it started to get out of hand, once those thoughts turned into daydreams. He'd spend hours and hours of the day, living in his head. He was talking to her, looking at her, or watching the scene of that night from another point of view, giving it a different ending every time.

He was obsessed. Obsessed with the feeling of power she gave him. He wanted her. He wanted to have her, to never lack this feeling ever again. He needed her. Needed to find her, and keep her as his own.

As those daydreams grew, he started to dream about her every night as well. He never saw her face in any of those dreams. He doesn't even know how it looked like exactly.

That night, it was too dark in the streets, to fully see her face. And that killed him. Without knowing what she looked like, he had little chance in ever finding her. But he was satisfied that he could have her in his dreams at least.

On the daily basis, he woke up, covered in sweat. Not like the one you get from a nightmare. Aemond woke up and, just like every other day he dreamed about her, he was hard. He could not help it.

He closed his eyes, his hand slipped beneath the blanket.

"Th-thank you," the girl's voice said in his head.

And he started stroking himself.

"What is your name, young lady?" He asked, again in his head.

The thought of her name, and the way it flew over her lips, made him gasp.

"Thank you, sir," her soft voice, echoed through his mind.

His breath increased, and his heart pumped heavily inside his chest. A moan came out of his mouth, and his warm seed flowed over his hand.

Everyday started like this. He could not do anything to stop it—he didn't want to.

His eyes flew open, as he noticed a presence in his bedchamber. He had fallen back asleep. It was his maidservant, standing on the door.

"Good morning, my Prince," she greeted him.

His eyebrows crashed together. This voice was so familiar, so close, so intimate. But from where did he know it? It laid on the tip of his tongue, but he could not quite catch it.

She opened up the curtains, but no light came through the windows. Aemond preferred to wake up early in the morning, so it was still mainly dark outside.

The girl lit up the candles, and just now, he was able to see her. He got up from bed, not loosing his eyes from her once, as he approached her. She eventually noticed him, and turned around.

He carefully examined her face. She looked not like a stranger to him. But where in the seven hells could he have seen her before? She was a lowborn. On what occasion could the two meet?

It was only now that he saw the flushed cheeks of the girl, who tried her best not to look at him, while rummaging around his closet. It amused him. His maidservant being embarrassed that her Prince is naked. He wanted to take this further.

"Where is my usual maidservant?" He asked.

With his words, he forced her to turn back around and face him. He had to suppress a grin, as the girl's eyes wandered down his torso. She thought Aemond didn't saw it, but he did. And gods, he liked to play right now.

"I'm sorry," her gaze went up to his face again, "Sanda has fallen ill, my Prince."

The way she looked at him. It was all too familiar. He tried to grasp her name, or at least find her in his memories. But as hard as he tried to match her face to someone in his mind, he could not find the person it belonged to.

He hummed at the girl's words, and moved to the bath.

"My riding clothes," he ordered and disappeared into the other room.

Aemond thought about all the situations he could have seen the girl before. He didn't even know why it was so important to him to know who she was and why she was familiar, but it would not leave him alone somehow.

Was she at a dinner with his family? Perhaps she attended as a servant. Was she in the corner of the room, filling up his glass with wine? No.

"What takes you so long?" He called for the maid, who brought him his clothing.

She frantically tried to not look at his body. This amused him even more. He grinned, after she left, satisfied about how embarrassed he made her feel.

His thoughts sprang back to the familiarity of the girl. Where could he have met her? And why was she so stuck in his mind? His interest in the maid confused him to a point where it frustrated him. He wanted to get it out of his mind, but without an clear answer, that would not be possible.

He got back out of the bath. The maid's eyes traveled down his body, and he could watch how her shoulders fell down in relief of him wearing clothes. He had to bite his cheek, as it made him innerly laugh.

He examined her figure. There was something so warm about her, so acquainted and intimate. His body felt pulled towards her, and it was just hard to resist.

The way he looked at her, made the maid looking all vulnerable and awkward, and Aemond noticed that.

"Is there anything else I could do for you, my Prince?" She asked, trying to get out of this situation.

But Aemond still was just staring at her. The girl bit her lip, clearly getting nervous, as her Prince was not answering her.

"Do I know you?" He suddenly asked.

He needed answers, and he needed them now. So he just asked her right away. The maid's eyebrows slightly crashed together. She was confused by his question, and he knew, he won't be getting any clearance from her.

"No, I don't believe so, my Prince," she denied, "I am attending your sister, you have only seen me in her chambers."

'That could be it', he thought. But no. Why should she be so tightly wrapped around his mind, if he just saw her in Helaena's chambers? There is more about her than that.

"No, I won't be needing you right now," he told her. "I will order a bath, once I arrive back."

The girl bowed her head, and left the chamber. Aemond stood on the same spot, for quite some time. His thoughts jumped from one dinner to another. From one tourney and back to a feast, over to some random balls. But he couldn't find the girl in any of those situations.

He hummed in frustration, and made his way to his dragon, Vhagar, who laid on the shore to Blackwater Bay. Vhagar came walking towards him, the moment she saw him.

"Ribazmoqitta tubis, Vhagar." He said to the beast, before climbing on top of her back, and onto the saddle.

The she-dragon just growled at her rider's words, and flew up to the sky. As they reached the preferred height, Aemond ordered his dragon, to move forward.

They circled upon King's Landing for some time. Aemond usually did this, as a demonstration of power. But in the last few weeks, this worked out less and less.

Barely anyone was startled, looking up to the sky. He wanted people to look up. He wanted them to be scared they could get burned any second. He wanted people to fear him. But their lost interest in him and his dragon made him furious.

He cursed under his breath, fists clenching around the leash of Vhagar's settle.

"Pathetic, fucking, poor, folks," he cussed.

Vhagar growled at her riders mood. The two got away from the city and flew over Blackwater Bay, off to distant shores.

It was unusual for him to be away for so long. He had training and studies to keep up, but time flew by as he was riding full of rage, blinded by his temper—and gods, how his temper could get out of control.

Even after he returned from his hours-long flight, his anger, still, had not calmed down. He tramped in his bedchambers, uttering more curses through the cold walls of the room.

But his words stopped in an instant, as soon as he saw the young maidservant in the bath—he totally forgot about her. He looked at her for a few more moments, before moving over to her.

He wanted to open the laces of his riding clothings, but his angrily-shaking hands would not let him. The young girl must have noticed how he struggled and hurried over to him, undressing him herself.

He felt ashamed that he needed the help of some stupid, little maidservant, in order to take off his clothing. But he couldn't help, but accept her help.

He looked at the almost full tub, when her fingers slightly brushed over his chest, as she was about to untie his shirt. Her soft touch made him shiver; gave him goosebumps.

But why in the seven hells? She was a fucking maid; a lowborn!

She was beautiful, yes. But it changed nothing about her class and non-existing assets. And that was, what mattered most to Aemond Targaryen. The people below him were there for a reason, and it wasn't his place to question or even try to change that.

But what mattered for him even more at the time, was to find out who this girl was, and why she was so stuck in his head.

As she finished helping him, she got back to filling the tub. Aemond already sat down in the water. She had emptied the last bucket, and was about to place it down.

"If you could fill it again, so I can clean my scar, you are free to go for today," he told her—his anger calmed down by then.

"Do you want me to help you with that, my Prince?" She asked, all to Aemond's astonishment.

No maid ever before asked him to help him with his scar. It was a strange thought for him, to wrap his mind around.

"You don't have to, it's not nice to look at," he admitted.

"I gladly offer my help, my Prince. But if you are uncomfortable-"

"I'm not." He interrupted her.

And it was true. He was not uncomfortable with anyone seeing his scar. He wore the eyepatch, mainly to not scare the people on court away. But her response wondered him, nevertheless.

He looked at her, wanting to see if she had been serious. He slowly moved his hand to the eyepatch, loosening it from his head. The maid turned around, filling the bucket back up with warm water.

The moment she turned around and saw Aemond's face, he could carefully watch her jar drop slightly. It was such a light motion, but he saw every bit of it. She stood completely still. The two people just staring at each other.

"If you want to leave, you are free to go," he broke the silence.

Just now, the maid realized that she was staring, and she looked around the room, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my Prince," she apologized, "I-I just didn't expect this, I am so sorry. I was just amazed by the beauty, if I'm allowed to say that."

Aemond tilted his head in confusion, as the young maidservant looked down on the floor, clearly ashamed of herself.

"Amazed by the beauty?" He made her look up again, "That's the first time I heard someone say this!"

He let out a small chuckle, watching, as relief came over the maid. But this chuckle was only to hide his puzzled mind. The least he expected was someone calling his face 'beautiful'.

It made him think, if she just said that to get out of the situation—a lie. Or was she really so blind, and meant it when she said that?

The girl kneeled beside the tub, and Aemond could look her in the eyes. There was something about her. Something mysterious, something familiar, something...something so intimate.

She dipped a cloth in the warm water, and slowly and carefully stoked over the skin around Aemond's eye. His eyebrows flinched, and the maid stopped.

"Am I hurting you, my Prince?" She asked, and he could hear actual concern in her voice.

"It's alright. It is worse when I do it myself," he smiled at her, reassuringly.

Her fingertips were so soft on his skin, even through the cloth. She touched him so carefully and gentle, he wondered what she did differently. No one's touch ever felt so soothing on his scar.

He looked at her during the whole process. He acknowledged every detail of her face. Her puppy eyes, staring concentrated on his scar. Her lips, slightly parted, and her tongue, resting on the edge of them. Yeah, he even noticed those few hairs on her eyebrows that were out of place.

The maid has finished, and got up. She was about to bow and leave the bath, when Aemond suddenly spoke, and made her turn back around.

"And you are sure, we don't know each other?" He asked.

"I'm just a maidservant, my Prince. How could we know each other?" She smiled at him.

He waited a few more seconds, and just hummed in response, so the maid left his chambers. As he finished his bath, and went over to his bed, relief spread in his body.

He found to be left alone by the obsessing thoughts about his maid. But when he was just about to close his eyes, a well-known person popped up in his head instead.

It was strange. He hadn't thought about her for the whole day—he was too busy, trying to figure out where he knew the maid from. This had never happened before, that someone could distract him from the girl in the city.

As he got fully comfortable and the thoughts rose, he noticed his crotch hardening. Just as it always did, whenever the girl was in his mind.

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The young maid's eyes flew wide open. It was still the middle of the night, and The Red Keep was dark and quiet.

She did not know why exactly she woke up. There was no dream she could recall. No loud noise or a feeling of danger she could make out. But the very first thing she thought about, the second she had woken up:

Aemond Targaryen

How in the seven hells could she had been so stupid? An eye patch over the left eye and white-blonde hair? It was him. It was Prince Aemond who ran into her today, and it was him who had saved her in the city, some time ago.

Why didn't he say anything? Didn't he recognize her?

No! He did!

He had asked her several times, if they knew each other.

How could she be so stupid? How could she not notice something that obvious?

By the seven hells...Prince Aemond Targaryen had saved her life.

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[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part two

story masterlist / masterlist

summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

tag list (comment if you want to be added to the list):

@anehkael @aemonds-fire @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy @devils-blackrose @ruhjkie

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The weeks passed by, and the girl found to enjoy the time at The Red Keep. Attending Princess Helaena was something she looked out to, everyday. It was hard work, that was for sure, but she grew to like it.

The night before, she was asked to wake up two hours early—she did not question it and did as she was told to. The day started as usual: She woke up, got dressed, did her hair, and went outside. But that morning, she met the hazel eyes of Laurane, who seemed to be awaiting her.

"Good morning," the girl greeted, wondering what she wanted from her.

"Good morning," she replied, "I'm sorry to throw you out of bed so early."

Laurane gave the girl a warm smile, before signaling her to follow her.

"Sanda has gotten sick. Poor thing, can't even get up without puking," she began, "So I will be needing you to attend Prince Aemond today now as well."

'Prince Aemond?' Did she really need to do this now? Her first encounter with The Prince left her fully angry, but she knew that anger had all left, and fear crept up her spine again.

The things people in the city were saying about The Prince. How he's on to killing his own nephews and Princess Rhaenyra anyway. That he's and evil person, wanting to kill anyone with his dragon.

Of course, those were just rumors, but everyone said them. A little bit of truth can be found in anything.

As they got closer to the Prince's chambers, the girl could feel the anxiety rushing through her, over and over again. Walking was hard, breathing was even harder. She felt like she unlearned those things all of sudden.

She tried to calm herself down. Telling herself that 'those things were just rumors, whispered between dark, pity, and poor people.' And it worked in some way. Her breathing steadied and she could feel her heart stop hammering in her chest.

The two arrived at Prince Aemond's bedchamber, and the girl knocked. Laurane had already left, when the young maidservant opened the door.

She entered the chamber, and Prince Aemond woke up immediately—it was like he felt someone's presence in his sleep.

"Good morning, my Prince," the girl greeted, hiding her frightened trembles in the darkness of the room.

She walked over to the windows. While drawing the curtains open, she felt the gaze of the Targaryen prince on her—it left a burning sensation on her skin. A feeling of unease spread in her entire body, but she had to get over it. Had to get her work done properly.

The room did not lit up by much. It was very early in the morning, so it was still gloomy and dark outside—Prince Aemond started his days off earlier than the rest of the royals.

The girl brought light to the room, by lighting the candles. She turned around, and just now, she was able to see The Prince in the corner of her eye.

This bedchamber looked a lot paler than Princess Helaena's did. It wasn't cozy or warm at all. No tapestry was hanging on the wall, only one carpet laid beside his bed. It did not look like the chamber of one of The King's sons, as it was so lifeless.

A white-blonde head approached her. But as she turned around, a quiet gasp escaped her mouth—she prayed to the gods that The Prince did not hear it. He walked through his chamber, wearing...nothing.

She should have known. It would not have been such a surprise, if she just thought about it beforehand. Princess Helaena, as well as all women, always wore her night gown. Men did not do that.

The young girl looked away from her Prince immediately, rushing over to his closet. She tried to escape his presence, as she felt her cheeks warm up.

"Where is my usual maidservant?" He suddenly asked.

She had to turn back around to face him—that was the only respectful way, one was allowed to interact with the highborned. He did not care for his maid to see him completely naked—and that bothered the girl.

She accidentally took a glance at his bare torso, eyeing at his toned muscles, and pale skin. She rapidly looked him back in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Sanda has fallen ill, my Prince," she explained, "I will be attending you for the moment."

He stood there, completely still. His stare burning holes in her body, as he looked up and down her face. He was so concentrated on it that the girl wondered what he was up to. But The Prince just hummed in response, before making his way to the bath.

"My riding clothes," he ordered, right before disappearing in the other chamber.

The girl rummaged around the closet, until she found the Prince's riding clothes for his dragon. She waited a few more moments, for The Prince to come back and get his clothing.

"What takes you so long?" An annoyed shout, echoed from the bath, and the girl hurried over to it.

The Prince wanted her to bring him his clothing. She wondered if he liked how embarrassed she felt, seeing him all naked. He was amused by the girl's cheeks flushing and how desperately she tried to keep her eyes from moving down his body.

"I apologize, my Prince."

And he hummed again.

She placed the clothing on the shelf and left the bath, without daring another glance at him. The Prince came back soon after, gladly fully clothed.

The girl stood beside his desk, filling the bowl up with fresh water. She felt his burning look on her again, and turned back around to face him. He was still staring at her, and thinking about something.

"Is there anything else I could to for you, my Prince?" She asked, her hands lying flat on her thighs.

Prince Aemond examined her whole body, raising one of his eyebrows. His arms were folded behind his back. The girl felt so small under his gaze, and he could smell how coy she was.

"Do I know you?" He inquired all of sudden.

The girl found his question so strange.

"No, I don't believe so, my Prince," she denied, "I am attending your sister, you have only seen me in her chambers."

He looked at her for a few more moments, before humming again.

"No, I won't be needing you right now." He told her, and she started walking towards the door, "I will order a bath, once I arrive back."

The girl bowed her head at her Prince, and left his chambers. Though, she found the latest encounter questionable, she did not bother to think about it any longer.

She opened the door to Princess Helaena's chambers, who was, all to her surprise, already waiting for her. The curtains were drawn open and the young Princess was impatiently walking up and down the floor, still in her night gown.

As soon as she noticed her maidservant enter, she came rushing towards her. The girl's head filled with confusion.

"My apologies, Princess. I did not expect you to be up so early," she explained.

"Didn't I told you to be careful?!" Princess Helaena shouted at her, as soon as she finished her sentence.

More questions loaded the girl's mind.

"I-I...I'm sorry, my Princess, but what are you talking about?" The girl mumbled, startled from her Princess.

She harshly grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, who jumped up from the sudden touch.

"Listen to me, when I tell you to stay away from him! He's driven by forces you don't understand!"

'Stay away from him'? 'Forces you don't understand'? What was she trying to tell the girl?

"Princess, who are you talking about?" The maidservant asked.

"You and him!"

"Who?" She repeated.

"I...I don't know..." Princess Helaena looked like she came back to her body, as a sudden fog spread over the clearness in her eyes.

The Princess now looked as confused as the young girl did. She tries to grasp the thought, the picture, whatever it was that she just had in mind. But she couldn't. It was gone.

"What do you think about a beige dress for today?" Princess Helaena just suddenly asked, like nothing had happened before.

The girl was too stunned to say anything for a moment. Was it really just The Princess' confused mind that was saying those strange words? Or was she actually a woman of prophecy, like she was told, weeks ago?

Princess Helaena's words were not going to leave the girl's head. They repeated, and repeated, and repeated themselves.

After she heard them for the first time, she didn't thought about them for weeks, but now they did not want to leave her. She wasn't able to think about something else for the rest of the day.

The girl was outside, hanging clothing up to dry, when the sky suddenly darkened. She looked up, to see where the darkness came from, but a huge black shadow startled her.

It was the large body of Vhagar, Prince Aemond's dragon, that was blinding the light of the sun—he had returned from his flight.

The girl hurried to his chambers, to prepare his bath. She got stronger everyday, so carrying the heavy buckets of water, from the fireplace to the tub, wasn't such a challenge than it was back then.

She was almost finished, when the door to the chamber opened, and her Prince came stomping in. He was angry, raging and cursing around, until he noticed the maidservant.

He immediately went silent, and moved to the bath. The moment he entered, the whole room filled with the strench of dragon. This smell was not in any way close to something she knew. It smelled somewhat like a hundred cowsheds, but nothing even close to a cowshed, at the same time.

"Good evening, my Prince," the girl greeted

The Prince's heavy, angry breathing calmed down. He opened up the laces of his clothing, but seemed to struggle.

The girl rushed over to him, helping him to undress himself. She undid the laces of his leather arm protectors, and brushed them off his wrists. Her soft fingers, slightly brushed over his chest, as she was opening up his riding clothes.

He shivered at her touch, and he was confused as of why. She helped him pull up his shirt, before getting back to the fireplace, to finish filling up the tub.

He got out of his pants, and was once again fully naked. But the girl was now less bothered by it, as she was busy with her work. The Prince got into the tub, and the young maid poured the last bucket of water in it.

She was about to place the wooden bucket down, when The Prince opened his mouth.

"If you could fill it again, so I can clean my scar, you are free to go for today," he calmly said.

"Do you want me to help you with that, my Prince?" She asked, fully determined to give him any help she could, as he seemed quite helpless—even though that was not how The Prince's reputation made it seem like.

"You don't have to, it's not nice to look at," he admitted.

He seemed insecure about his scar. The girl understood that. Prince Lucerys took his eye when they were children. Since then, whole King's Landing was talking about The One-Eyed, mutilated, now-ugly Prince. It was horrific. And it definitely was known to The Prince, how the people talked about him.

"I gladly offer my help, my Prince. But if you are uncomfortable-"

"I'm not." He interrupted her, before she could finish her sentence.

He looked at her for a few more moments, before slowly moving his hand to the piece of leather laying over his eye. She made her way to the fireplace, to fill up the bucket with warm water.

As she turned around, she couldn't believe her eyes. She thought she'd see a scary, disgusting, empty eye socket. But it was utterly beautiful, instead. Where Prince Aemond's eye once was, sat now a large sapphire gemstone. It was shining so blue, that he looked absolutely magical.

She was so astonished by it that she didn't realize how she was staring at him. She stood completely still, just looking at his face.

"If you want to leave, you are free to go," he said, pulling her out of her trance.

She awkwardly looked around the room.

"I'm sorry, my Prince," she began apologizing, "I-I just didn't expect this, I am so sorry. I was just amazed by the beauty, if I'm allowed to say that."

She looked down on the floor, too embarrassed by what she had done. She expected The Prince's wrath coming upon her, but all to her surprise, he started laughing.

"Amazed by the beauty?" He repeated what she just had said, "That's the first time I heard someone say this!"

Relief flushed over her body. She had to chuckle at his response as well. It wasn't only the girl who was surprised. Prince Aemond never expected a single soul to call his face 'beautiful'. It made him think...

She kneeled beside the tub, eye level to her Prince. She dipped a clean cloth in the warm water, and slowly and carefully stoked over the skin around Prince Aemond's eye.

His eyebrows flinched in pain, and the girl stopped.

"Am I hurting you, my Prince?" She asked, clearly concerned.

"It's alright. It is worse when I do it myself," he smiled at her.

This was probably the first time she saw The Prince smile. She never even heard about him smiling about something. A warm feeling spread inside of her, at the sudden kindness of him.

She continued, and Prince Aemond was staring at her the whole time. She tried not to be bothered by it, tried to ignore it as best as she could. As she was done cleaning his scar, she got up.

"And you are sure, we don't know each other?" He suddenly asked, as she was about to leave.

"I'm just a maidservant, my Prince. How could we know each other?" She smiled at him, confused about this question again.

He just hummed in response, and the girl left.

It got dark, The Red Keep was asleep, but the young maid could still not banish The Princess' voice from her mind—it was driving her insane.

The hours passed by like a dream. She felt stuck in her body, watching as something took over her, and worked her chores, while she was punished inside, listening to her Princess' prophecy, over and over again.

It was late at night, but she had to finish folding the laundry of The Princes. She stood in the hallway that led to one of the lesser known exits of the castle, right to Blackwater Bay.

It wasn't as guarded as it probably should be, but the chance to unknowingly sneak into the castle from the water side, was pretty low.

The young maid enjoyed working at night. It was quiet, peaceful, and calming—especially after her thoughts had haunted her the whole day. But that quiet and peaceful ambience got interrupted by loud footsteps, echoing through the halls.

A horror crept up the girl's spine, as no one was supposed to be awake by that time. Who's steps could be coming closer to her?

Her heartbeat began racing, as the footsteps got faster, sounding like someone's running—running exactly towards her. The girl pulled together all the bravery she had, and walked towards the sound.

Her hands were sweaty, and she could feel her breath laying heavy on her chest. But she kept going.

She was about to turn to another hallway, when for a moment, everything got black. She opened up her eyes again, feeling the cold floor on her back, and a warm weight on top of her.

Someone ran into her, making her fall to the ground. She looked up to find a cloaked man, over her. His hands were placed left and right on the ground. She could feel his breath on her face.

But as she looked him in the face, her heart just stopped beating. It was him. She stopped thinking about him, after a while. She never guessed, she'd see him again, anyways. It was unbelievable. Unbelievable that he was now just inches away from her. Was she dreaming?

The cloak, the piece of leather over his eye, and the white strands of hair, falling over his face. There was no doubt. It was him—the man that had saved her back in the city, when she was out for her mother's needs.

What was he doing in the castle? Why was he here? And would he even remember her? She didn't even knew his name.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," the girl apologized.

The man's eye widened at what the young maid just called him. No one called him 'sir' in a long time. He quickly got up, and with incredible speed, he ran away to the exit of the castle.

The girl wondered, if he recognized her. Why didn't he say anything to her, or at least help her up? Those questions held her up that night, but what made her mind crack the most, was the fact that her savior was somewhere in the castle. He was somewhere working here, the whole time, and she did not notice—she felt so stupid.

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You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part one

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summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

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The years carried over the land and in that time, The Realm's Delight, Princess Rhaenyra, had left King's Landing off to Dragonstone, with her husband and her children.

The girl wondered, if she left because of the rumors and whispers growing stronger. People believed her children were bastards, not belonging on the Iron Throne one day.

While some were still referring to her as The Realm's Delight, others dared to use words like 'whore' on her. The girl though was never interested in the royal's gossip. It was not for her to care for other people's lifes, especially not of the ones that saw themselves as better—the highborns.

She was now eight and ten, long old enough to work on her own. Her mother got old, and whoremonger were rare. It was now on her to support her mother.

She worked in bars and tried her luck as a weaver, but those things didn't quite do it for her. But it worked out in her favor, when the Red Keep was looking for maidservants and she got accepted to work as one.

She didn't care for the royals of this world—the upper class in general. But they paid good money, a warm bed, enough food, and the safety of the castle.

The farewell from her mother was not as hard as she thought it would be. Especially, after she told her to not ever come back, if she lost her work again.

Her mother wasn't a bad person, she really wasn't. But she held grief and wrath in her heart, after she realized no man wanted her any longer.

The closer she got to The Red Keep, the more uncertainty grew inside of her. She left anything she had behind, beginning a completely new life, and working for the royals of King's Landing.

Her anxiety reached it's peak, as she stood right in front of the servant's entrance. The knight, guarding the door, gave her a suspicious look, as she approached the back door.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice steady and his posture straight.

"I am the new maidservant," the girl shyly responded.

The guard opened the door.

"Camyla!" He shouted, not leaving his eyes from the girl.

Soon, a beautiful lady stepped out of the door, not older than thirty. She examined the girl through her blue eyes, brushing blond strands of hair behind her ear.

"I'm here to work," the girl felt so small, standing in front of a guard and the lady, Camyla, carefully looking down at her.

"Then get inside and we will find you some work, child!" The woman suddenly laughed.

The young girl did not hesitate a bit, as she made her way into the castle. She followed Camyla down the hallway of what seemed like the kitchens of the castle.

Camyla asked for her name, as well as a few other things, involving her age, family, and if she had any kind of references.

The woman had quite a good paste in her walk, which the girl tried to imitate, to not be left behind. They walked through the underground of the castle, soon heading into a small room.

"Get comfortable here, child. Laurane will get you in the morning and show you anything you need to know." Camyla explained and the girl nodded, "You have to learn fast and quickly become unimpressed by this house and it's residents, do you understand me?"

The young one nodded again. The strict, motherly tone in Camyla's voice, reminded the girl of home. It wasn't a good thing, nor was it a bad thing either.

The woman turned on her heel and left the girl alone in the tiny room. This room was nothing more than four walls and a door. The bed just about fitted on the right side, while a small table and a drawer were standing on the other. She had about one-and-a-half square meter of free space to move freely—the room was really tiny.

She unpacked the few things she had—two nice dresses, one for sleeping, her hair brush. As she had anything sorted in the drawer in no time, she made herself ready for sleep.

The bed was comfortable, like lying on a cloud. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought about tomorrow day—another wave of anxiety crept up her throat.

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"Good morning," a voice woke her up, "I'm Laurane."

The room brightened up, as Laurane lit up the candles. The girl's eyes slowly opened, her face puffy and still tired from last night's sleep.

"Get dressed and meet me outside. Oh, and don't forget to put your hair up!" She kindly smiled and placed some clothing on the table, before she left

Laurane seemed like a nice woman, and the girl wondered, if all the maids were as friendly as her—they probably weren't, but just the thought of it, made her happy.

The girl got up and changed her clothing to the red dress, Laurane gave her. She threw the white apron over her head, smoothing out the pleats with her hands. She put her hair in two braids and pinned them up, to create a low bun on the back of her head.

Laurane was already waiting for her in the hallway, greeting her with another warm smile. The two started walking down the long path to a long staircase.

"You will attend Princess Helaena for today," she began, "She is the most kind and simple of the Targaryens, you should not have any problems with her."

They both arrived at the top of the staircase, turning to another hallway.

"You open her curtains, place fresh water on her table, take something out to dress for her, and ask if there's anything else you could do, got it?"

The girl nodded again, right before they finished their walk at a large, thick door. A guard in silver-white armor was standing in front of it, who quickly stepped aside.

"It's good that you're not much of a talker," Laurane hinted, "Keep that trait up, it'll make things a lot easier for you here."

Laurane knocked on the door of the Princess' door

"If they don't answer, you are allowed to step inside," she explained and opened the heavy door, soon after.

She let the girl get inside, before closing the door again, as the young maid was left her on her own. In her head, she went through her tasks one more time. Curtains, water, dress, asking—seemed pretty simple.

So the girl made her way over to the windows, almost tiptoeing over the floor. She drew the dark green velvet curtains open, and the room filled up with the light and the warmth of the sun.

"Good morning, Princess." The girl turned around, facing the just woken up princess.

The Princess rubbed her eyes, as the bright sun light hit her face. Her violet gemstones twinkled beneath her eyelashes, marveling the young maid, who was just filling up a bowl of fresh water.

"I have never seen you before, you are pretty!" The Princess chanted.

The girl turned around and the two violet eyes were watching her carefully. The Princess got out of bed, while the young girl placed a soft smile on her face.

"Thank you, your grace. I really appreciate it," the thankful look on the girl's face, made the Princess smile, "I just started working in The Red Keep, my Princess."

The girl made her way to Princess Helaena's closet, taking out a few of the dresses in there. She held them up in the air, so the Princess could look at all of them.

"How about the light blue?" The Princess asked.

"Excellent choice, my Princess." The girl replied, earning a satisfied look.

The young maid helped the Princess get dressed, and they both looked proudly in the mirror. The girl had done a great job, and Princess Helaena thought that too.

The girl was about to leave, when she remembered to ask the Princess for anything else she could do. She turned back around, but the young woman was staring out of the window.

"Is there anything else you need, my Princess?" The girl asked.

"He's draped in obsidian whispers. Protect the wisp of hair, or fall in the trap of of the heir." She calmly said, as if she wasn't actually paying attention to the words that came out of her mouth.

The girl didn't know what to say. She didn't notice how her lips parted in sheer disarray. She had heard before that Princess Helaena was a bit different from other people—that she had a screw loose. But until now, the girl could not comprehend what that was supposed to mean.

The Princess looked like her mind suddenly came from a long travel, back to it's body, as she turned around and looked at the young maidservant.

"No, I don't need anything. Thank you." She simply said with a soft smile on her pale lips.

The girl closed the door to the Princess' chamber and didn't move for a few moments. She tried to reflect and understand what just happened, what the Princess wanted to tell her, or if there was even something to tell and that weren't just meaningless words from a confused-minded girl.

She eventually started walking again, as she came to no conclusion. There was other work to do now, so she made her way to the small creek, right outside of the Red Keep.

She met a few other maids there, some very young, some a lot older. It was time for cleaning the sheets, and there was a huge pile lying on the ground.

"Come here, sister," one of the young maidens called out for the girl, "Sit with us!"

The girl was astonished by the kindness of everyone in the Red Keep—not even the Princess had any cruel facet on her. She never thought that it was like that, not in any way.

She approached the women, and took a sheet from the huge pile. She started scrubbing the thing, while the other girls continued with their talking. But their attention, all of sudden, turned over to the new girl.

"How was it with Princess Helaena?" One maid asked, the other ones carefully listening from behind.

The girl looked in the curious eyes of the maidens, not entirely sure what the question was supposed to mean. Perhaps they had the same experience with her than she had. Or it was just a way to small talk with her.

"It was good," the girl began, "She seems really kind."

"Oh, that's nice." The maid replied.

In their faces, the girl saw that they expected a little more. Maybe they wanted to know if the rumors were true about the Princess?

They went back to their work, as the girl opened her mouth again.

"But," she caught their attention again, "We had a strange conversation of some kind."

"Strange?" One of the maids asked, "In what way?"

After that question, she knew what the girls were up to. They wanted to know the gossip, some weird encounters that are worthy to talk about.

"I'm not quite sure..." She continued, the other maids hanging on her every word, "I was about to leave, when she all of sudden started saying incomprehensible things to me."

"Like what?" One girl instantly inquired.

It was clear as day that the maidens weren't interested in the young girl. They only cared for the chitchat she could give them.

"Just something about being careful." She told them, not wanting to reveal everything.

"Oh..." The maidens looked devastated, desperately wanting something interesting to know, "Be careful then."

The maidens went on with their work, leaving the girl all puzzled. What did they mean by that? Did they believe what Princess Helaena said?

"What is up with that?" The girl asked, not earning the maiden's full attention back, "Do you think what the Princess said is true?"

"Of course it is," one said, not looking up from scrubbing the sheets, "Or at least most of the time."

And once again, the girl was left fully baffled and loaded with questions. But this time, the maiden noticed her confusion and decided to clear up her mind.

"Princess Helaena is a prophetic woman, you know? She knows things before they happen and tells the people who have to know."

But the maiden's explanation just caused more distress in the young girl's head, which did not get brought to light this time.

'He's draped in obsidian whispers. Protect the wisp of hair, or fall in the trap of of the heir'

She repeated those words over and over again, in her head, but they made no sense.

Obsidian whispers?

And what trap of what heir?

Those words sounded like meaningless phrases, coming from a princess, who got lost in her own mind—and who did not find the way back. But were they really that meaningless, when even random maidservants talked about the Princess having prophetic visions?

Noon went by pretty quickly, and the late afternoon kept crawling in, as the girls have washed and hung all the sheets up and the young maid made her way back to Princess Helaena's chambers.

The day was over for the royalty of the kingdom, and the young girl prepared a bath for the Princess, who has not yet returned.

The girl filled up the tub with warm water that she first heated up over the fire. It was a long process, carrying the heavy buckets over and over again. She worried she was too slow, as she heard the door open—The Princess had arrived.

She continued her work, as she noticed a shadow entering the room. She looked up, wanting to greet her Princess. But instead, a tall man with long white hair and an eyepatch over his eye, was staring at her. His hands were placed behind his back.

The One-Eyed Prince—Aemond Targaryen. He was by far the most terrifying of them all. Not because of his looks, but because of the rumors that were told about him in the city.

"Where is The Princess?" He asked, his voice monotone, as he looked down at the pathetic little maidservant.

"I'm sorry, my Prince, Princess Helaena has yet to arrive at her chambers." Her voice was steady, while her insides were trembling. She didn't even knew why, but Prince Aemond's aura frightened the young girl.

The Prince just hummed in response.

"Is there anything I could do for you, my Prince?" She asked, hoping so badly he'd say no.

"I will just wait for The Princess then."

And with that, he went out of the bath, placing himself on one of the chairs in his sister's bed chamber.

The girl continued her hard work, carrying the bucket from the fire place to the tub. She was breathing loudly, as her arms got weaker and the bucket heavily. She felt the eye of The Prince on her the whole time—he observed if she did her work correctly.

She wanted to ask him for the audacity that she had to carry this huge thing over and over again and he just watched, probably amused by the view. But she was able to tame her anger and only said such things in her mind.

Yet she found, it was probably better to be angry at Prince Aemond, than to fear him right now. How would she be able to properly work, if she was uncomfortable and utterly scared of him in that moment?

She has finally finished, the exact same moment she heard The Princess enter her chambers. This time she knew it was her because she immediately started happily talking.

"Aemond!" She extolled, her voice full of joy—she loved seeing him.

The Prince stood up, approaching his sister. They talked for a moment—how Prince Aegon was once again seen in Flea Bottom, and how The Queen wanted to keep that information from The Princess—but the girl was unable to hear their words. Prince Aemond had left the chambers, and The Princess entered the bath.

"Good afternoon, my Princess," the girl bowed, "Your bath is all set up."

The Princess smiled at the young maidservant, and turned around, signaling the girl to help her open her dress. She opened the laces, and the blue fabric fell down on the floor, leaving the young princess all naked.

The girl tried to keep her view as straight as possible, as not to look at her princess in any kind of inappropriate way. She turned around and walked over to the tub, slowly getting in the warm water.

The girl sat by The Princess' side for the whole time—she was a rather quiet person for someone of royal blood.

"Would you bring me something to drink?" She asked the maidservant, who immediately jumped up and brought a chalice of fresh water.

But as she returned to the bath, Princess Helaena was again having this hollow look in her face, just like earlier that morning. Her gaze went up to the young girl's face, and her eyes widened.

"Beware his obsidian whispers! Beware his trap! Beware the Heir!" She shouted all of sudden.

The girl jumped up, while Princess Helaena repeated her words from that morning. She was confused, and scared, and even more confused. But The Princess' mind eventually came back again to it's body, as she looked at the girl with a much clearer face.

"I won't be needing you any longer for today," she mumbled, looking down, "You can go to bed."

"Th-thank you, my Princess. Sleep well." The girl bowed again and quietly left the chambers.

She walked down the long stairs and the even longer hallway, all the way to her tiny, dark bed chamber. In her head, the words of The Princess repeated themselves again, and more questions shot through her mind.

What was Princess Helaena on about? Should the girl even believe her words? And if so, what could those words possible mean? What had she need to be careful for?

She took care of her hair and her clothes, as she finally slipped down in bed. Her legs were hurting, and her back was aching—as she was not used to this type of work. She decided to calm her mind, and not think about this 'prophecy' any longer.

The girl tried to fall asleep as quickly as possible, to let her body rest as best as it could. The bed was comfortable. The mattress was soft and the blanket held warm—she felt cozy. It was like her own little safe haven. Quiet, warm, and protected.

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You Have No Right || Aemond Targaryen

prologue

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summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

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King's Landing at night was always a spectacle. The streets were filled with light, laughter, and sex. People were shouting, some fought, others stole. The town was never quiet and empty, but it was the brightest at night, that was for sure.

A young girl walked through the crowded town. In her pocket, a silver coin she got from her mother. She's supposed to buy something for her—a special tea.

She rushed between the people, trying her best to not be seen. It was a talent of her's to stay hidden and easy to oversight, tiptoeing around like a ghost—like she was never there.

She made it out of the thick and hot air of the loaded streets, to a much darker and gloomier side of the city. It was the part of humanity no one wanted to talk about. The place where inappropriate deals were made, ineffable topics discussed, and awful jobs done—and it was exactly this place that she had to go.

She was not a bad girl—she tried to be as virtuous as the daughter of a whore could be. She did not belong in the dark alleys of King's Landing, but she had to get Moon Tea for her mother. Otherwise she was forced to get another child she could not care for.

So the girl sneaked around the cold stones, the gaze of the walls following her around.

It took not long until she found the woman she was supposed to go to—people said she was a witch.

The girl knocked on the door of the witch to soon be greeted by an old pair of eyes. A wrinkly woman opened the door, a few strands of hair were laying over her face.

Before the girl could open her mouth, the witch has already pulled her into her home. She looked around the streets, if anyone was following her, before she closed the small door.

"What are you looking for?" She asked.

The girl was looking around the dark room which was only lit up by a few candles. Bundles of herbs were hanging on the walls and a lot of bottles, filled with all different types of liquids, were laying around.

"I need moon tea..." The girl whispered, ashamed of asking for such a thing.

Wordlessly, the witch went over to one of the cabinets, rummaging in the drawers.

"Are you a whore?" She suddenly asked.

"No, I'm not!" The girl quickly denied.

The witch didn't say anything more about it, as she was probably just asking out of curiosity. She came back to the girl. In her hand, a small bottle.

"Let it simmer on a low flame, and don't let it come to boil," the witch instructed.

A long silence followed, until the girl realized it came to the point of paying. She pulled the silver coin out of her pocket and gave it to the woman in exchange for the bottle.

The witch led the girl to the door, closing it behind her, before exchanging any more words with her. The young girl turned around, the tea secured in her bag.

She made her way through the murky streets, keeping her view down. She was as inconspicuous as she could, as she walked through the part of the town no one should go to.

A sudden noise made her jump up, turning her head. A shiver creeped up her spine, as she suddenly felt more uncomfortable than she already did. She noticed footsteps coming closer to her, as her feet stroke deeper and deeper roots down in the ground.

A shadow crawled out of the darkness of the alley, but the girl still couldn't move a muscle.

"Empty your pockets!" A deep voice commanded.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, the figure of a man was already standing right in front of her, pulling her on her arm and pushing her on the wall.

As the cold stone hit her back, her mind came back to her body. She finally realized what was happening and anxiously looked the man in the face.

"EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!" He barked.

The frightened girl slid her shaking hands in her bag and took all the coins she had left, out of it.

"I want all you have, girl!" His breath smelled like rum.

The weak-spirited girl fully emptied her pockets, giving the man anything she had. But he kept looking at her, observing her face.

"I gave you all I had," she quietly cried out.

She was scared for her life—scared that he might kill her. But he had completely different things in mind. He looked down on the girl, examining her body. At that moment, she knew what was going to happen.

She opened her mouth to scream for help—though she didn't believe anyone in those dark streets would want to help her. But only a short bawl came out of her mouth, before the man pressed his hand over it.

He forcefully turned her around, pressing her head on the ice cold bricks of the wall they were standing on. His hand was still tightly wrapped around her jar, making her unable to let any sound leave her lips.

She breathed heavily, while the man pulled up her dress. She tried her best to fight back, but he was stronger than her—drunk but still too strong. She closed her eyes, trying to leave her body again.

But before the man could do any more, he suddenly let go of her. She turned around, to find the man laying on the ground. Her body was still trembling from the rush of adrenaline.

She was so fixated on the man, who was soon standing on his feet again, that she almost didn't notice the figure standing beside her.

The cloaked shadow rushed over to the man, punching him in the face. He fell on the ground again, a loud hiss came from him. The other person sat on the man, continuing to punch him over and over again.

The man growled in pain, until the other one finally stopped. He pulled anything the man had, out of his pockets, before getting up from him. The man quickly got up too, running away, back into darkness.

The cloaked silhouette came over to the girl, while her heart leaped into her throat. She gripped onto the stone behind her, as the shadow approached her. But to her surprise, he handed her the things from the man's pockets over.

"Th-thank you," she silently stuttered.

"A young lady should stay away from this part of the city." The voice of a young man came from the silhouette.

The closer he got, the more she could make out what the man looked like. He had the hood of his cloak pulled over his face, yet she was able to see parts of his face. Like the piece of leather over one of his eyes, as well as a few white strands that fell over the other—he was her savior.

"I-I-I know, sir." She kept her view down, while he was carefully looking at her face.

"I'll bring you out of her, come."

She couldn't say anything more, before he already started walking down the street. She stuffed the things in her bag, and quickly followed behind.

"What is your name, young lady?" He suddenly asked.

'Why did he want to know that?' She asked herself. But he saved her from shame and violence, so she decided to not discuss his intentions any longer and told him her name.

He hummed in response.

"A beautiful name, if you ask me."

"Thank you, sir." She looked up to his face, but he was just blankly staring to the front, "And what's your name?"

"Not important." He replied.

The girl wondered what that was supposed to mean. Why didn't he want to tell her his name?

Meanwhile, the man debated in his head why he helped the girl. It was none of his business and he didn't care for anything happening to the lowborn. He didn't need to help anyone, he didn't want to—yet he did. And he had troubles understanding why. Why caring about a girl being raped? It was not his problem she got herself into this situation.

The dim streets came to an end, as laughter and music was heard in the distance. The sound approximated and the light started beaming through the windows of the houses, and they soon were standing in the crowded alleys again.

She turned around, wanting to thank her savior one last time, but he was already gone. She just saw his cloak disappear in the crowd, and it was the last time that she saw him.

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You Have No Right || Aemond Targaryen

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summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tried to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

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part two

part three

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I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

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House of the Dragon:

Secret Visits - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond visits his little sister in her chambers /18+

Silent Desires - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond has one of his servants as his dirty little secret /18+

Captivating - Aemond Targaryen - Aemond meets a beautiful girl and they make out

An Eternity Together [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - Aemond tells us about his obsession with the girl he loves /slight nsfw

You Have No Right [masterlist] - Aemond Targaryen story - The young prince does anything he can to find the woman again he fantasized about since they met / some nsfw

A Song of Water and Fire [masterlist] COMING SOON - Aemond Targaryen story - Laena was the only true child of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, questioning the legitimacy of Jacaerys' claim as heir to The Iron Throne.

Split - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl /18+

Targaryen Hearts Entwined - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - Both Targaryen brothers desire the same girl (again) /18+

Stranger Things:

I need you - Billy Hargrove - Billy meets his ex on a party, and forces himself on her /18+

I´m kinda into it - Billy Hargrove - Billy is controlled by the mindflayer and made a deal with his first victim /18+

Sorry I'm late, sweetheart - Eddie Munson - Eddie gets late from a drug deal, and apologizes to his lady (iykyk) /18+

I want you - Billy Hargrove - Billy is obsessed with one of the girls in High School, and he finally got what he wanted /18+

Vikings:

What Ivar loves and needs from his wife - Ivar the boneless - A drabble about some favorites of Ivar /nsfw and fluff

I'm Never Sharing My Meal - Hvitserk & Ivar - The brothers have to stay in a shack in the woods with their companion, but it ends in a competition /18+

The God's Pathways [masterlist] COMING SOON - Ivar the Boneless story - Ivar falls in love with a saxon girl they took from England /some nsfw

I Still Hate You - Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Hvitserk recently visits the wife of his brother, but he absolutely hates her /18+

Harry Potter:

Not a No-Maj [masterlist] COMING SOON - Draco Malfoy story - A sassy girl from America, meets an English wizard who no one ever told 'no'

Zephyr [masterlist] COMING SOON - one shot collection - A collection of one shots, in an alternative reality, where Slytherin and Gryffindor ain't enemies

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I SAW YOU'RE WRITING FOR VIKINGS TOO SO I HAAAAVEEE TO REQUEST THIS:

the reader, hvitserk and ivar get lost in the forest and come across a hut. the reader and hvitserk have been lovers for some time and while they all sleep, hvitserk enters her. she wakes up and they just have sex but ivar wakes up then as well and watches them but wants to have his turn as well

when you write this story, you'll make me so endlessly happy 😭😭😭😭😭

okay okay, i LOVE this idea. writing it was so god damn much fun. it's just pure filth and damn smutty, i hope it is what you expected <33

please leave a comment and PLEASE request something!!! i love writing out your fantasies 😩😩

this has just a little context, but quickly skips to the smut part hehehe

I'm Never Sharing My Meal || Hvitserk and Ivar

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about: female!reader, nsfw, kinda threesome

"I told you it wasn't the right way!" Hvitserk shouted at his brother, Ivar, who has been crawling on the ground.

"Shut up!" Ivar spat.

He desperately tried finding the right way back to Kattegat, as the cold night started creeping in. The three of you were out in the woods hunting, when your lack of attention made you get lost. Ivar was sure he knew how to get back, but he only brought you deeper into the woods.

The freezing cold made it's way through your clothing, making you shiver. Hvitserk quickly noticed, and wrapped his arm around you, trying to warm you up.

The two of you have been warming each other's bed for quite some time. It was never something official, but neither one of you bothered for anyone to see you together.

"Guys, look!" You pointed your finger at a little shack, not far away.

There was no way you could find the way back right now, so you had to get to the tiny shelter in the woods, to not freeze to death.

Hvitserk closed the door, after everyone entered, right before loud howling was heard from outside—A storm that ran over the land.

You looked around the shack. A few furs were lying around, anything else was pretty much destroyed. The hut looked old and rotten, like no one came back here for a long time.

You took some of the furs, placing them on the floor. You tried making it as comfortable as possible, as the three of you had to sleep on the wooden floor.

"Perfect, Ivar. Seriously perfect," Hvitserk scolded annoyed at the boy.

But the younger brother didn't reply. He grabbed a fur, and laid it down beside yours, before exhaustedly collapsing on it.

It didn't take long for all of you to fall asleep, as the walk was long and tough.

You woke up, as a moan escaped your mouth. You instantly felt what the cause of it was, and turned around. The devouring eyes of Hvitserk were looking hungrily down at you, his cock buried inside your cunt.

It was a favorite of his to fuck you awake. He loved your sleepy, unconscious body, and the sounds you make, whenever he wakes you up with his dick.

He bend over your body, breathy groans leaving his lips, as they ghost over you face. His tongue sought entrance into your mouth, and was soon exploring every inch of it. The kisses got sloppier, as Hvitserk began to slowly thrust in and out of your throbbing cunt.

"You're always so wet for me," he whispered in your ear, "Even when you're sleeping."

His hand held onto your waist, as he pushed himself deeper. You let out a loud moan, which he quickly covered with his hand. Your eyes landed on Ivar, who was still sleeping next to you—His eyes were closed.

"Be quiet, princess."

His dick began pounding into you, while you tried to silence down your sounds. But it felt impossible. With every thrust, Hvitserk sent a rush of pleasure through your body, which you could only keep inside by pressing your mouth shut. You closed your eyes, as you let your lover do whatever he wanted to do with you.

He groaned in your ear, giving you heavy goosebumps all over your body. His husky voice always makes you see stars.

His hand traveled up to your breast, harshly grabbing it, before loosening the ties of your top. Your tits sprang free, making it possible for Hvitserk to rub your nipple in between his fingers. He loved your tits. Usually, he would suck on them for what feels like hours, before even thinking about pleasuring himself.

His dick stretched you out even more. You felt him pulsating inside you with every pump. His moans became louder, and you soon sensed his hot seed filling you up.

He remained like this for a moment, before pulling out, leaving you frustrated and empty. With one quick motion, he moved himself lower, placing your legs over his shoulders, as you were now laying on your back.

His lips traveled over your inner thighs, making you arch your back. You needed him right now, needed his tongue on your lonely clit. The man left painful, but pleasuring bites on your soft skin, as he worked himself up your leg.

He suddenly licked a line up your slit, making you gasp. He played with your soaked folds, gaining a few whimpers from you–He loved seeing you fall apart, desperately craving for more. You cried out in frustration, wanting him to suck your sensitive nub. Your heat was drooling over him, when he finally began flicking his tongue around your clit.

Another loud moan ran over your lips, and you quickly looked over to Ivar. You could have sworn you saw a pair of silver-blue eyes staring at you, but before you could think about it any further, Hvitserk entered you knuckles deep with two of his finger.

You were abortively holding back your moans, as a sudden voice beside you made you jump up.

"I want to make her make those sounds too!" Ivar pleaded.

You wondered how long he has been watching. Was he awake the whole time?

"Forget it brother," Hvitserk looked up from between your legs, leaving you once again lonely and frustrated, "I'm never sharing my meal," he chuckled.

He moved his attention back to your clit, which he hungrily ate out. He wanted to brag about making you cum. You whined, as his fingers pounded into you, curling up, every time they entered. Hvitserk knew exactly what buttons to push to make you go crazy, and oh how he loved pushing them.

You wanted to complain with Ivar watching the two of you, but you were not able to talk. His tongue was working wonders, as he sucked on your bud. He knew you were close, so he wanted to give his brother a little show.

"I never actually was with a woman. Don't you think you owe it your brother?" Ivar commanded, but Hvitserk didn't answer this time.

His mouth was sloppily licking over your womanhood, as you felt your climax building up. He added another finger in your cunt, thrusting with a much quicker paste. Your gasps became louder, and your moans turned into screams, while you felt the knot in your stomach loosen, and your orgasm rushed over you.

Hvitserk moved his tongue over your overstimulated pussy a few more times. He held your twitching legs in place, as you begged him to stop, but you only felt him smiling. He licked one last time, before he let go of your trembling body.

"I don't owe you anything, little brother," Hvitserk replied to Ivar, while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ivar seemed like he never lost his look on you once, while Hvitserk ate you out.

"It's not my fault, I made this woman mine before anyone else could," your lover laughed at Ivar.

"I bet I can make her scream louder than you did!" The younger brother challenged Hvitserk.

"Oh for sure you can!" He sarcastically laughed out.

"Let me try, and you'll see," Ivar looked over to you, "Or are you scared your cripple brother can please your woman better than you do?"

Hvitserk never was someone to share his belonging, especially not with Ivar. But when it came to challenging him, his ego was not able to deny, no matter the stake—And Ivar knew that.

"Alright," he waved his arm over to you, "Then show me how you can please her more than I do."

"Am I not getting asked?" You angrily looked over to the two brothers.

But before you could complain any more, Ivar already came crawling over to you, his lips covering yours. You wanted to push him away and slap him across the face for the audacity, but your body had different plans.

It didn't take long for you to kiss him back, while his hands roamed over your body. Your tits were still out, which he quickly grabbed. He massaged them—He probably never had some in his hands.

His lips moved down your jaw and right to your neck, leaving marks on your skin. He wanted to mock his brother, by marking you.

He pulled you closer to himself, until you were sitting on his lap.

"Suck my nipples," you told him, as he was stuck on you neck.

He did what you told him, and your breath increased. With his fingers, he played with your other nipple. Your hips started grinding over his clothed dick, as he send pleasure down your core.

His sucking turned into slight bites, earning a few moans from you. He also started to groan on your tit, the vibration of his voice shivering down your spine.

You went down to undo his pants, and his already hardened cock sprang out. You stroked it a few times, spreading his pre-cum over it.

Your hole was still dripping wet. Ivar didn't waste any time, as he pulled you further on his lap, positioning himself right at your entrance.

You sat down on his cock, taking his whole length in your needy cunt. Both of you gasped. Ivar much louder than you did.

With an wide opened mouth, the boy tightly held onto your hips, as you started moving them in circles, making his dick touch all of your sensitive spots.

You moan out, while looking him in the eyes. He looked still unsure of what to do, so you brought your hands over his, showing him to move them in the rhythm of your hips.

Your walls clenched around him, pulling more and more whimpers from the young man.

Your body began to bounce on his lap, letting his cock pound in and out of you.

"Fuck..." you breathed out.

He enjoyed, how you reacted to his cock. And you enjoyed, how he wordlessly begged for your pussy.

Your arms landed on his shoulders, as you pulled him into a wet kiss. You entered his inexperienced mouth, but he seemed to be knowing what to do, as your tongues twirled along each other.

Your loud moans sputtered out of your mouth, but it wasn't enough for Ivar. So he pushed you down on the furs, now laying on your back. He hovered on top of you, and took his place between your legs.

With one motion, he entered you again, mercilessly hammering into you.

The pleasure in your core rose up, and your sounds got louder with each of Ivar's thrusts.

He did something that surprised you, as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. He now could enter you even deeper, filling you up to your g-spot.

He noticed how you started screaming as he hit the spot over and over again, and increased his speed even more.

He heavily breathed in your face, a wave of dark groans hitting you. Without any further warning, he released himself into you.

He thrusted a few more times, before backing off, proudly looking over to his brother, who you completely forgot was watching the whole time.

"See, brother? She was way louder!" Ivar spat.

"But you did not make her cum, little brother," Hvitserk replied, "Let me show you how to really please a woman."

He kneeled down in front of you, pulling you down, closer to him. He threw both of your legs over his shoulder, before entering you.

Your highly overstimulated walls fluttered around his erection, as he started with high speed. Your lover stuffed your folds, as he fucked you senselessly.

He was able to find all your most sensitive spots right away, leaving you a moaning mess.

You grabbed onto his back, leaving deep scratches on his skin, as the mixture of pain and pleasure rushed through your body like a hurricane.

He worked his hips, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping and your cries. You started screaming, what slowly turned into whines and whimpers, as you felt your climax building up again.

"Gods, you're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear, his deep voice heating you up even more

"Oh fuck!" He heavily grunted, "You're so fucking hot."

He knew how much you loved his words of affection while he fucked you. Your whimpers got louder, and you next high flooded over his cock.

He rode you through your climax, loving every second of it. Seeing you cum is enough for him to finish off inside you again.

He thrusted for some more times, enjoying both of your whines from so much stimulation, before he pulled himself out of you.

His lips found yours again, soaking in your beauty. He pecked your lips again, before getting up from the floor.

His brother just stared at the both of you with his lips parted and a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Told you I was going to win," Hvitserk contended, as he pulled his clothes back on.

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Targaryen Hearts Entwined || Aemond and Aegon Targaryen

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summary: Both Targaryen brothers seem to be in love with the same girl. A short drabble about the their thoughts and feeling for the girl and each other.

The Red Keep was abuzz with the affairs of the ruling Targaryen family. Among them, two brothers, Aemond and Aegon Targaryen, found themselves seduced by the captivating charm of one of the girls working in the castle's kitchen.

The girl possessed an otherworldly beauty that bewitched the brothers from the moment they first laid eyes upon her. She brought the dinner to the table so elegant, her every movement was grace personified, leaving Aemond and Aegon unable to tear their gazes away.

Unaware of each other yet, the brothers harbored intense feelings for the girl. Their hearts were filled with longing, and they yearned to be the one who would capture her attention. In the secrecy of their chambers, they would spend hours, just picturing her soft skin, brushing over theirs. They would stroke themselves, slowly and gently, imagining her every features, as their desire became unbearable.

As the days turned into weeks, Aemond and Aegon watched the girl from afar without her knowledge. They hid in the shadows, observing her every move as she went about her daily tasks. They marveled at her cooking skills, the way her nimble fingers effortlessly prepared the most delectable dishes fit for a king.

The brothers' love for the girl began to consume their every waking moment. They would write texts, detailing their encounters with her, and desperately inscribing the sexual fantasies they have with her. Aemond's words dripped with a fiery passion, while Aegon's were infused with a gentle tenderness.

Aemond wrote how he would catch her in the halls, and carefully lead her to a secret hideout. He would worship every part of her body, while pushing up her dress, taking her innocence at once. How his tongue would flick around her clit, making her all weak and crying for more. The way he had to cover her mouth with his hand, to silence her moaning, to not get caught. How he would press her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, as he entered her with his whole length. A gasp would escape her moth, so loud, everyone in the Red Keep would be hearing it, while she takes his cock, her dripping walls, hungrily clenching around it.

Aegon had much more casual things in mind. He would carry her to his chambers, carefully laying her down on his bed. He would take his time taking off her clothing, his eyes adoring every bit of her, as they slowly got soaked in her look. His lips wouldn't leave any spot on her body untouched, as he would slowly and gently ghost over her skin. Her goosebumps and silent moans would only arouse him more, as he seeks her eyes for approval to go further. He would stip off his clothes, before positioning himself on the warmth of her damp entrance, experiencing her soft thighs around his waist. He would carefully enter her, moving slow and featherly, only increasing his speed, once she started moaning. Her breathing would be getting unsteadier, as she got greedier, sighing a breathless, "Harder," in Aegon's ear.

As time passed, and Aemond and Aegon noticed their both feelings for the girl, their secret admiration transformed into a rivalry that threatened to tear their already weakened bond apart. Their infatuation with the girl drove them to engage in heated debates and bitter arguments, each vying for her affections.

In the training yard, the clash between Aemond and Aegon grew fiercer with each passing day. The clang of their swords echoed through the castle, mirroring the clash of their hearts. Their rivalry became the talk of the Red Keep, but the girl remained unaware to the conflict that raged in their souls.

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Captivating || Aemond Targaryen

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summary: A celebration in the Red Keep, which only went interesting for Aemond Targaryen, once he met a mysterious, beautiful woman.

In the opulent halls of the Red Keep, the air was thick with anticipation and celebration. Amidst the throng of bodies, Aemond Targaryen, the younger, strikingly handsome prince with silver-golden hair and a violet eye, stood out like a beacon of desire.

Aemond's gaze swept across the crowd until his eyes locked with a captivating sight—an enchanting woman who seemed to radiate a magnetic allure.

Her hair lays in gentle waves down her back, framing a face that held a captivating blend of innocence and sensuality. Her eyes sparkled with an unknown secret, a promise of untold pleasures waiting to be discovered.

Unable to resist the gravitational pull, Aemond found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the woman, his every step fueled by an obsessive desire he couldn't explain.

"May I have this dance?" Aemond asked, extending a hand to the bewitching woman.

She smiled, a mix of amusement and curiosity dancing upon her lips.

"I would be delighted, Prince Aemond." She smiled.

Their bodies swayed to the rhythm of the music, their movements synchronizing in a sensual dance. With each twirl and dip, the tension between them grew, sparking flames of desire that threatened to consume them both.

As the night wore on, the garden called to them—a secret sanctuary where passion could bloom amidst nature's embrace. Aemond led the way, the woman's hand securely held in his, their fingers entwined.

In the garden, the moon cast a silvery glow upon their entangled forms. Aemond's gaze traced the contours of her face, memorizing every delicate feature. Unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer, he cupped her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, a fusion of fire and tenderness. Aemond's hands caressed her body with an intensity born of love and longing. Their bodies melted together, driven by a hunger that could not be satiated.

Whispers of passion and sighs of pleasure filled the air as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating dance of desire. Aemond explored her every curve, leaving no inch of her untouched. Their bodies moved as one, driven by a fervor that surpassed reason. Time seemed to slow as their kiss deepened.

In the aftermath of their tryst, Aemond held her close, their hearts beating in sync. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, he knew he had found his ultimate obsession...

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Ivar the Boneless

What Ivar loves and needs from his wife

NSFW and fluff

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The first thing Ivar does in the morning, waking you up with kisses. His soft lips trace over yours, your cheeks, down to your neck, softly nibbling onto your skin. His favorite sound, your moaning, is what tells him you've woken up.

He needs constant physical touch. Whether it be cuddling up, when you two are alone, or holding your hand in public.

He would stroke your thigh with his fingers, under the table, whenever there's a dinner going on, noticing how you goosebump at his touch.

He tightly presses your body onto his, if there's another king or jarl in the room, letting them know who you belong with.

It's important for him to be around you ever time of the day. You barely have any time by yourself cause Ivar keeps an eye on you all the time.

On one hand, he does that to always know that you're safe, on the other hand, he needs your presence at all times.

It starts of with watching you get dressed and undressed every morning and evening, and continues with watching you take your bath.

He would not participate in it, just silently sit on a chair and watch yourself cleaning your body.

Yet, you sometimes start pleasing yourself, whilst moaning his name over and over again.

He loves smelling your natural scent. It makes him go crazy, anytime you get closer to him.

He would dig his face in your neck, and could remain like this for hours, only breathing in the flavor of your skin.

There is rarely a time where Ivar does not think about ripping your clothing off your body, and taking you right where you are, showing everyone how good he pleases you.

(Of course he would never do that. No one gets to see his wife's body except for him)

Sometimes you get woken up by kisses somewhere different than your face and neck.

You would be a moaning mess, whenever Ivar, sloppily, flicked his tongue around your clit. He would carefully slide in between your legs, making sure you only woke up, once he started doing his work.

He loves how your gentle fingers run through his hair, slightly pulling on it, as your moans gain volume.

How your legs tremble, and he has to keep them in place with his hands, so you don't crush his head.

Sometimes looking back up to you, seeing how you fall apart beneath his touch.

Ivar loved your taste. This is the part he loves most about going down on you.

His favorite taste is, once you come all over his face, licking up everything that came out of you cunt.

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EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 1x09: “The Green Council” (2022)

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The feminine urge to kiss the living daylights out of him.

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An Eternity Together || Aemond Targaryen

chapter VI

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overall includes: female!reader, obsession, mention of sexual intercourse of different types, death

"Will you marry me, my love?" I asked her.

I was convinced she would listen to her heart. I was so convinced...

"Aemond..." she looked me in the eye, "I am the daughter of a lord, but you are a prince. I could not accept it, if you married beneath your class."

"But I don't care or that!" I interrupted her.

"It's not only that...Your father would never allow it, and definitely not your mother. It would be impossible for us to marry. There's just no way..."

She was right with what she said, yet I couldn't follow her words. It was hard to listen to her, and I could barely make out what she was saying.

It felt like a knife being pressed into my heart, and slowly getting twisted. I didn't know what exactly I felt in that moment. Was it pain? Or sadness? Was I fearful, or maybe all at once?

It felt like I was dying. I had to have her by my side forever.

I made a decision in that very moment. A decision I wouldn't regret, not to this day. It was the right thing. I had to do it. One might say it was obsessive, or perhaps insane. But it was the only thing that could make her stay - the only thing that could make my pain go away.

And it made my pain go away.

I looked down at the water, watching my reflection. It was like I watched someone through a window. It wasn't me. I was just the watcher, not the one who did it. I had to convince myself this, or I wouldn't have been able to actually do it.

I look back up to her. Her face is full of sorrow. I have never seen her this gloomy before. It was killing me, and still does, whenever I think about it.

My hands slid over her neck, and slowly up her face. My thumbs caressed over the skin of her cheeks.

Her silk skin glided beneath my fingertips, leaving marks of love behind.

I loved her. I loved her so much. That's why I had to do it. Not because I hated her for her rejection, but because I needed her. I needed her to be by my side, for the rest of my life.

If she would have left, I would be dead by now. Either died from a broken heart, or probably killed myself.

The arching pain in my chest increased, and I hardly realized, how my hands where harshly putting pressure on her head.

"Aemond. You are hurting me." her voice weakly cried out.

I looked at her, now noticing what I was doing. But I didn't stop. I was fully conscious in that moment, while I stared into her eyes.

All sounds were suddenly off. I was not able to hear anything but the increasing speed of my pumping heart. My breath quickened, and my body started trembling.

A tear escaped her eye, and rolled down on my hand. The cold drop of her, made my body shudder.

She was so beautiful. She was so perfect. I couldn't let her leave. I had her to be with me, following my every step. So I had to do it. There was no other way.

I pulled all my strength together, as I pushed her head down with one quick motion. Bubbles of air escaped her mouth, as she screamed beneath the surface.

She tried to hit me. She uncontrollably slapped me in the face and arms. Her body twitched under the water, while she tried kicking me off. But she was too weak.

That mesmerizing, beautiful body of hers was not strong enough to escape me.

I watched her eyes closing, as she slowly lost consciousness, moving around less and less. It was for a brief second that I thought, I should let her go. That I should let her live and let her leave. But that thought got taken away within seconds.

I don't know for how long I remained like this. But the sun was already about to set, when I pulled her body out of the water.

Her skin was ice cold and slightly blue. Even in such a condition, she looked amazing.

Her hands didn't move. Her eyelids didn't open up. Her chest didn't rise.

She was dead.

I killed her.

I know, most people would call this a cold hearted act of violence - murder.

But I knew what it was. It was love. Nothing, but unconditional love.

I did it for me, and I did it for her. She wanted to stay with me. She never wanted to leave me ever again, but she would have been forced to. So I made it possible for her to stay.

Her love, her gaze, her soul. It was now captured in my heart, and always following me around. No matter where I go, she is always there.

She'll never leave me again.

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An Eternity Together || Aemond Targaryen

chapter V

masterlist

minors dni

overall includes: female!reader, obsession, mention of sexual intercourse of different types, death

It was the last day of her life. We spent it together. I sent her a letter, to meet me at the gardens, and waited for her on the spot she danced through the rain, weeks ago. I remember it very vividly. Watching her, pleased me how nothing could have ever done it.

She arrived. Her hair was open and flying around the breeze of the wind. Her dress that day was longer than usual. Yet, it was simple on her torso. How it lightly laid around her breasts, and flowyly got pulled down beneath her hips.

The way it swung around, synchronized with the rhythm of her walk. How elegant and graceful she approached me...The way her hips moved up and down, while she almost floated over the ground.

The corners of her lips moved upwards, the moment she noticed it was me sitting there, and she increased the speed of her walk.

I got up, meeting her halfway.

"I hope you had a nice day, my lady." I grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it.

She smiled at what I did, before she placed a short kiss on my lips.

"Where is your guard?" I worryingly looked around, trying to make sure no one saw us.

I wouldn't care for anyone else, but it was her. I could not let anyone think obscene about her, and maybe accuse her of not being pure. She would have lost her reputation pretty quickly.

"I dismissed him." she snapped me out of my concerned trance, "I asked him, why I would need a guard, when I'm with the prince?"

I was glad she did that. Cause I had a plan. I had something in mind for the both of us, and couldn't let anyone disturb us in the meantime.

I brought two cloaks, for her and for me. I gave one to her, and got a confused look back, as a reply.

"I want to bring you to a special place."

"Then why the cloaks?" she asked.

"A special place in the city."

Her eyebrows crashed together. She did not seem too amused by it. I bet she never was anywhere else than in the safety of a castle and her guards.

"I promise you," I took her hand, "Nothing's going to happen. I'm not going to let anyone get near you. Do you trust me?"

My words made her worries wash away.

"I trust you, Aemond."

She kissed me again. I knew she was mine. She finally was mine. She trusted me. She knew I would protect her. That was everything I ever wanted.

I guided her out of the Red Keep, and out in the streets of King's Landing. She was stunned by the city. All the people, no one was better than anyone else. She looked around the tall buildings, that housed a dozen of citizens.

Her eyes widened, as we made it to the market. So many stalls with different kinds of food and fabric. So many people walking around, not caring for one another. She probably never saw something like this before.

"Come." I took her hand, and pulled her away from the action.

We walked through a good amount of streets. Every now and then, she stopped, to make sure she saw everything she could.

I could only smile at her, everytime she lingered. It was adorable to see her eyes fill with curiosity and excitement, the further we left the castle behind.

We finally arrived at the spot I wanted to show her. It was a little pond, a bit secluded from the turmoil of King's Landing. It was surrounded by grass and a few trees. It almost looked unreal, so close to the city.

"Wow. Aemond..." she lost the grip of my hand, as she walked closer to the water, "This is beautiful."

She turned around, and threw one of her breathtaking beams at me.

"I hoped you'd like it, my lady." I softly spoke, as I approached her.

"Are you kidding me? I love it! I have never seen something this beautiful before!" she shouted, the smile hasn't left her face.

And she was right. It was more beautiful than most spots on this world. But not the most beautiful thing - at least not for me. The most beauty, one could look at, was her. She was perfect in every way someone could be perfect, and even in more. Looking at her, yeah just her presence, was enough for a man to feel safe, loved, and too stunned to do anything else in his life again. Her beauty caught my gaze, every second of every day. It was either my gaze, or my mind that looked at her. There was no room for anything and anyone else.

I walked up to the tree, and sat down. She followed soon after. I can still feel her back against my shoulder, as she leaned on my body, while enjoying the sun.

I softly pulled her head down to my lap, slowly stroking her hair. She looked at me with those big eyes, and I could see it. In that moment, I was able to fully see it. She loved me. She adored me. She wanted me, just as much as I loved and adored her all long.

There were many indicators that showed me that she felt the same. But I was never able to fully see it in her eyes. Maybe it was her lack of feelings for me, or just my own negligence, but it was the first time I saw it. Thoroughly pure love and passion, which radiated through her eyes, directly in mine.

I was soaking up her affection, the same way she bathed in the warmth of the sun. We remained like this for quite some time, before she jumped up to her feet.

"Get up, fast!" she excitedly shouted.

She pulled me towards her, and turned around.

"Help me open my dress."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Come on." she laughed, "No one's going to see."

I untied the laces on the back of her dress, before slowly brushing the fabric off her shoulders. My body magically pulled towards her's, and I pressed her tightly to me.

Her head fell back to my chest, and I could feel her body relax, the closer our bodies collected. I placed delicate kisses on the skin of her neck, prudently tracing them deeper down her back, along her spine.

I kneeled down, to go even further down, but before my lips could touch her skin again, she stepped forward, leaving her dress behind.

Her footfalls, so slow that I didn't notice she was sauntering towards the pond. Just as her feet touched the water, she turned around.

"Are you coming?" she asked with such an obviousness, I couldn't deny her anything.

I quickly removed my clothes, our bare bodies touching again, soon after. My skin craved her touch, like a poor man craves a warm meal.

We went in the water, her guiding me inside. I was fully hypnotized by her aura. As I woke up from my trance, we were already fully wet, and her arms were wrapped around my neck.

Her eyes burned into the skin of my face.

"I'm gonna miss you." she suddenly said.

I gave her a confused look. But I don't know why I was even confused. I knew exactly what she meant, but I just couldn't believe it. Not in any way!

"My father and I are gonna leave in a few days, so we perhaps won't see each other again."

Her expression changed. I could see sadness and regret in her eyes.

"Marry me." shot over my lips.

"What?"

"Marry me. And you can stay with me...for ever."

I cupped both of her cheeks, showing her how serious I am.

"Aemond-"

"Think about it! I love you, you love me. You wouldn't have to leave if you'd be betrothed to me."

She shut me up by pressing her lips onto mine. Her soft lips glazed over my skin, and it felt like centuries have passed.

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Helaena: Must be hard, not being able to laugh.

Aegon: I do have a sense of humor, you know?

Helaena: I’ve never heard you laugh before!

Aegon: I’ve never heard you say anything funny...

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Reader: Remember, when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Aemond: Stop romanticizing the past.

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