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𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐀.𝐓

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧

Pairing ➺ Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targ/Vela/Strong!Reader

Warning ➺ Mention of blood, use of High Valyrian. Mean Aemond as usual ig lol. Italics are flashbacks

Word Count ➺ 3.5K

Summary ➺ Her mother was known to be “The Realms Delight”. Soon Rhaeneyra’s daughter would earn that title as well, leaving many suitors waiting in line an a particular uncle waiting as well.

A/N ➺ IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE BABES! I finally got a break from school and had time to finally sit and right because I did in fact have a bit of a writers block for part three. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, i briefly re-read it but I will fix any problems in the morning I need some sleep asap lol. As always enjoy and let me know how we’re feeling! Also happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

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(Y/N) name day celebration has officially begun. Today was tourney day, who doesn’t love tourney day? Her grandsire had chosen jousting for the tourney which would include many men falling off of their horses, swords clashing against one another, and blood.

Lots of blood.

She stared at the floor length mirror, this would be the first of many dresses she would be wearing for the next two days leading up to her actual name day dinner.

A beautiful black dress with a deep v neck along with cape sleeves, the shoulders of the dress had gold dragon scales, the dress had beautiful red embroidery, she also bared gold bracelets around both her wrist. Mera had kept her hair simple, half up pigtails leaving two strands of hair to frame her face. A beautiful Valyrian steel necklace glimmered around her neck, a gift from her mother and step father. Everything about the outfit screamed Targaryen, it was absolutely beautiful.

Her grandsire had gifted her many beautiful dresses for the occasion, which she was eternally grateful for because it definitely cost a fortune. She was also grateful for her huge celebration her grandsire had planned, originally she just wanted a gala. But, he said she deserved a tourney, a big hunt, and finally a gala.

A small knock on the door caught her attention, “Princess? It’s time we head over.” Ser Erryk spoke awaiting an answer from (Y/N). It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous, there are many great houses coming to celebrate her big day. Which meant a lot of attention, and many lords trying to offer themselves or their sons for her hand. (Y/N) let out a small sigh moving closer to the doors to exit, she knew there would be a mix of knights and lords competing in the tourney today, her stepfather being one of them.

“Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious for my first grandchild, Princess (Y/N) will be eighteen in two days.”

Viserys extended his hand out to his granddaughter to stand with him causing the crowd to cheer loudly. (Y/N) gladly took his hand, smiling at the crowd raising her hand to wave at everyone who gathered in her name.

“Thank you all for being here today. It warms my heart to have many great houses here for my name day celebration. May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!”

The crowd cheered even louder, just as she was about to take her seat a voice called out from below.

“Princess (Y/N) Velaryon!”

She moved to the edge of the balcony and there he sat on his horse bearing red and gold with a lion on his shield, Loreon Lannister. He has been an absolute thorn in your side for the past few days. And it all started when you had first run into him on your first day back at the keep.

Making her way back to her chambers in need of a bath, her gloves stuck to her fingers causing her to groan as she walked the holdfast. Before she could stop her own feet she bumped into someone’s back. She didn’t want to look up, afraid it was going to be the one person she has been avoiding.

Slowly she lifted her gaze to her person standing in front of her.

“Lord Loreon, I apologize.”

Jason Lannisters’ obnoxious offspring, Loreon Lannister. Or pardon, Lord Loreon, he doesn’t respond to anything but Lord. He was roughly three years older than her, just like his father, always trying to prove himself.

“How lovely to see you, princess.”

(Y/N) forced a small smile, please do not hold me here for long. She didn’t know who she’d rather have run into Aemond or him. At least if she ran into Aemond all he would do is huff, give her a look, and leave. Or better option, run into none of the two!

“It’s great to see you as well, my lord.”

Then he opened his mouth and just kept talking, slowly (Y/N) began to drown him out, nodding every so often to let him know that she was listening. She glanced around in hopes someone would come by to save her, literally anyone. In her peripheral she could have sworn she saw a certain platinum white hair standing on the mezzanine.

Just as she was about to look up at who it could’ve been, her attention was brought to someone else.

“(Y/N)!”

She could recognize that voice anywhere, turning around with a bright smile to see her aunt. Her relationship with her aunt was better than her relationship with her uncles, well it got progressively better over the years. Maybe due to the fact that they would do embroidery together, or how (Y/N) would help her with her children, it could also be because she never questioned her riddles.

“Princess Halaena.”

Aemond watched as his sister went to greet their niece, he had been listening to what the young lord was going on about and could see how bored you were of the conversation. Once he heard of her return, he needed to see her. Walking the halls in hopes she would turn the corner but with just his luck someone beat him to her.

“Lord Loreon, do you mind if I borrow my niece?”

“Of course not, (Y/N) I do hope you save me a dance at your name day celebration.”

Aemond scoffed to himself, as though she would save a dance for a twat like Loreon. Before he could hear her response he walked off, unsure of what had just come over him.

He held up his jousting stick, “I would humbly ask for the favor of the realms ‘New Delight’. Not that I need luck to win but, having your favor would assure it.” she held back a scoff, turning to grab the flower garland to give to the lord.

The young prince stood from his seat startling those around him, (Y/N) dropped the garland from his sudden movement. They stared at one another in silence, unsure if she should pick up the garland or not.

“Aemond.” Alicent reached for her son’s wrist wrapping her hand around it, silently asking him to take his seat.

First he asked for her to save him a dance and now he asks for her favor? Who does he think he is?

“My apologies princess, I’m not feeling all too well. Mother, father, would you excuse me?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest but Aemond didn’t give her nor his parents a chance to stop him. He gave one last glance at (Y/N) before exiting the stands. Alicent dropped her hand to her lap, she didn’t understand his behavior recently. She noticed how different he has been acting lately, but she wasn’t the only one who noticed a change in his behavior.

His older brother did too.

“It’s alright dear, the maesters will make him some tea. Go on now.” Alicent ushered (Y/N) to turn her attention back to the young lord who was growing slightly impatient. Jace picked up the garland, handing it to his sister.

Placing the garland upon his stick she gave him a small smile, “Good luck against my stepfather, you’ll need it.” She moved to her seat watching as her stepfather walked around the grounds.

“The Young Lion against the Prince of the City!” the master of revels shouted as the crowd cheered for Daemon, (Y/N) smirked as she made eye contact with her stepfather. He would have the young lion off his horse in no time.

Aegon leaned forward, his breath fanning over her neck, “I think someone’s jealous.” she glanced over her shoulder to the empty seat, she frowned at the sight. If he wasn’t already feeling all that well, he could’ve stayed in his chambers. People will talk of his sudden absence.

“Cut back on the wine, uncle.”

He scoffed at her comment, muttering something under his breath. Mera had told you about Aemond’s endless question of your whereabouts while you were gone. Thinking nothing of it however, simply thinking he wanted to scare you again for calling him a coward.

(Y/N) entered her chambers, tossing her gloves onto a small table in the room as she was helped out of her riding clothes. Once undressed she stepped into the tub allowing her body to sink into the water sighing in relief.

“How was your trip princess?” Mera asked as she set the sponge into the warm water squeezing the excess water before lightly brushing it onto (Y/N) body. Mera was her favorite handmaiden, she has been with her for the past four years. She was like a second mother to the princess.

“It was quite fun, mother has given birth to a girl. I’m sure that’ll be her last babe.” While on Dragonstone her mother had labored for almost three days calling everyone within proximity of her a cunt and bitch. It was quite funny and gave (Y/N) another reason why she shouldn’t have kids. The agonizing screams or the way she gripped the midwives hands made it looked as though she was about to rip it right off.

In the end a beautiful girl was born, Aemma Targaryen named after their late grandmother.

“Princess? I know you’re not one to gossip but, I must tell you this.”

(Y/N) sighed turning her head to the older woman, “If it’s about my brothers or me, I’m used to it Mera really. I hear what they say but I don’t care what they gossip.”

Mera shook her head, she too had heard what the people have whispered of your legitimacy to your last name. But this time, it was different whispers that needed her attention.

“Oh no Princess. It’s matters related to Prince Aemond.” Mera paused, unsure if she should continue awaiting some sort of response from the princess. “Prince Aemond?” she questioned glancing up at the older woman.

“Laurel, his handmaiden, had asked me almost everyday if you were back. It seems as though he was eager for your return.”

(Y/N) shrugged, unsure as to why her uncle was worried about her return. It’s not like they had any plans or hung out on a regular basis. Your whereabouts were none of his concern.

“Hgah!” Daemon charged at Loreon pointing his jousting stick right at him, (Y/N) sat at the edge of her seat silently begging for Loren to get knocked off his horse. They passed one another rounding around the middle beam to go at one another once again. The crowd groaned, wanting to see bloodshed and to see someone knocked over their horse.

“Who are you rooting for?” Jace whispered, catching his sister’s attention. The crowd's cheers got louder as Daemon patted his horse, steading himself to charge at Loreon once again.

“Daemon, obviously.”

Luke snorted at her response, “Didn’t you give Loreon your favor? Shouldn’t you be rooting for him?” (Y/N) patted her younger brother’s head, “Dear brother, just because you give someone your favor doesn’t mean you truly root for them.” They turned their attention back to their stepfather watching as he charged at the young lord. She gripped the arms of her seat silently pleading for the lord to get knocked off his horse.

Loreon collided with Daemon’s stick causing him to fall over onto the ground with a loud thud. (Y/N) bit back a laugh as the crowd grew wild over her stepfather’s first victory. Loren groaned loudly causing his father to stand from his seat, “That was unfair, we need to do it over!” Viserys chuckled at head of house Lannister

Within the next two hours the tourney was over. And of course, Daemon had won the tourney. Some could say it was rigged but he was merely just skilled. She glanced over her shoulder every so often to see if Aemond had come back to watch the rest of the tourney yet he didn’t.

She did notice the queen had left for a while but had come back towards the end of the tournament. Assuming she went to the maesters for Aemond. Viserys had invited the Lannisters to dinner after Jason’s stupid temper tantrum about his son losing in the first round.

During dinner Aemond had barely touched his food, stabbing his piece of chicken harshly with his knife every now and then at the sound of Loreon’s voice. Jason had gone on and on about the ‘fond’ memories with your mother, that turned out to only be one memory from Aegon’s second name day celebration. Mentioning how he could’ve been you and your brother's father if your mother had accepted his hand in marriage.

That was definitely awkward.

Supper had come and gone, everyone was now resting in their chambers.

Almost everyone.

The hour was late, she was sure of it. Maybe a good book would help put her to bed, attempting to read the pages her mind began to wonder. She began to think about what Mera and Aegon had said, to how he left the tourney and to how odd Aemond was at supper.

A soft knock caught you by surprise, dropping the book you were currently reading onto the ground. She had already sent Ser Erryk to do his rounds, who could possibly be at her door at this hour? She prayed to the gods that it wasn’t her drunk uncle wanting someone to sleep with, there was yet another knock. Holding her breath she moved to open the door, her nerves seem to calm down when a certain prince stood before her.

“Uncle? It’s quite late, I’m sure whatever the matter is-” Aemond pushed past you entering your chambers. (Y/N) glared at him, who was he to think he can just march into your room without permission?

You watched as Aemond began to pace back and forth, he was already in his night clothes as well. A white shirt and some loose pants, he still kept his eyepatch on however his hair disheveled as though he had been tossing and turning in bed. Silence took over the room, you peeked your head outside for anyone lingering in the halls.

“Aemond, people will talk.” you whispered as you shut your door quietly, moving to wrap your arms around your stomach.

The two of you had no betrothed, leaving little to those who gossip of what could’ve happened in the bedroom. Unchaperoned, and at the hour of the owl? Many would say the princess was bedding her uncle. Or that the one-eyed prince was corrupting the new delight.

“Did he touch you?”

He finally spoke, his eye fixed on you. He couldn’t go to bed without asking her, Loreon seemed a little too comfortable at dinner. Leaning into you as he laughed, placing his hand upon yours, grazing his fingers against yours as you passed him any side dishes. He needed to know if he put his hands on you sexually, because if he did, he will be taking his hands right there and then.

“Can’t we talk about this on the morrow?

Aemond never liked it when his questions went unanswered, especially when it came to you. Always challenging him with a question or simply trying to change the subject, just as you were trying to right now. As a child, he was dismissed a lot by his father. You didn’t want him to stay long, only because you were worried if a servant or knight saw him leaving your chamber at this hour, it would spread like wildfire.

“Nyke eptan ao iā másino.” (I asked you a question.)

Her brows pinched together in confusion in need for more context of who he was speaking about. He had been acting strangely all day.

“Qilōni? Nyke ȳdra daor shifang?” (Who? I don’t understand?)

Aemond pinched his nose bridge, the room was spinning, his head was spinning. He felt like he was about to collapse right then and there, the longer his question left unanswered the more his thoughts began to jump to conclusions.

“Loreon!”

(Y/N) jumped at his sudden raise of voice, eyes widened at the name who had just left his mouth.

“Loreon? No, why would he want to do that?”

Sure, Loreon was an arrogant arse but he wouldn’t touch you. If he tried she would’ve taken his hands and tongue, sure he had been pestering her for these past few days but he hasn’t tried to touch you.

Aemond chuckled lowly his fingers now massaging his temples, “Gods I thought I was the one who lost an eye. Are you that blind?” he spoke harshly, he wasn’t thinking straight, his judgment clouded by jealousy that he wasn’t even aware of.

“Can’t you see? He wants to take your hand.”

She was a smart girl, she knew what Loreon was doing. He wasn’t all that subtle about it, especially after he asked for your favor before any other knight could ask you for it.

“Skoro syt gaomas ziry matter naejot ao, uncle?” (Why does it matter to you, uncle?)

Maybe it was because of the blood of the dragon that ran deep in her veins. She likes to pin it on that. Avoiding suitors and betrothals as much as she could. Usually by this time, girls her age have already been betrothed and are set to marry the lord in due time. But she couldn’t avoid them forever, she knew the day would come. Yet, she didn’t understand how the possibility of Loreon asking for her hand was any of Aemond’s concern.

“You would take his hand?”

(Y/N) shrugged, Loreon was not a choice for her but she wanted to see if Aegon’s suspicions were correct. Was Aemond jealous? Was he hinting that he would want to take your hand? She stepped forward wrapping her hands behind her back, relaxing her shoulders and lifting her head up in confidence. He hated to admit it but, you looked as beautiful as ever, your hair no longer in its usual braids, the way your nightgown hugged your body in the right place distracted him a bit.

“If it meant uniting two great houses, then yes. I would.”

It was tradition for house Targaryen to marry within the family; brother to sister, sister to uncle, aunt to nephew, from time to time cousin to cousin. Rarely did the Targaryens marry outside of their house. Only if there were no options for their child to wed an aunt, uncle, sibling, then they’d wed their children to a member of their long term allies house Velayron. Just like her mother did her father who was her cousin, Velayron’s also hold ties back to old Valyria.

Aemond was in disbelief, surely his father wouldn’t accept this offer nor would his sister support it. Their house traditions draw back to old Valyria, they wouldn’t abandon such traditions. Right? Sure he had married his mother who was not of Targaryen blood, but his first wife was his first cousin. And they had his older brother and sister marry, he surely wouldn’t accept Jason’s offer.

She took his silence as anger and wanted to fuel that fire that began to burn in him even more. She wanted to see if Aegon was right, was his younger brother truly jealous? Would it explain why he left the tourney? Would it also explain his constant eye on you today?

“I’ll merely be doing my duty as the heir to the throne. These lords that will be asking for my hand, only want a taste of power. That’s all Loreon wants, just as his father did with my mother.”

(Y/N) took a step forward untwining her hands from behind her back, lifting her right hand to trace up his left arm. Aemond tensed under her touch feeling his breath catch in his throat. Using his right hand he grabbed her wrist tugging her closer leaving no space between them.

“If you think he’s such a fool, why consider taking his hand?” he spat, (Y/N) smirked at his comment leaning up on her toes. Never in a million years would she admit it, but Aegon was right.

“Do you think of yourself as a better option, uncle?”

Aemond stood there in silence before closing the space in between them, finally capturing her lips with his. Finally giving into the lust that lingered for you, finally giving into what he wanted. Her eyes widened in shock but that same exciting feeling coarse her veins, she found herself kissing him back.

Now finally understanding why they called you “The New Delight.” Your beauty and entire being drew everyone in, like a siren’s song drawing in poor pirates to jump into the dark sea.

He was now a pirate, captivated by your sweet song and it was too late to swim back to the surface.

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loserholland · 1 year

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sorry for the delay of part three to “A New Delight” i finally have a break from school this week and will finish writing part 3!

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loserholland · 1 year

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hi babes! so sorry part 3 is taking a while for me to write, i just had a huge project to finish for school :/ but i am nearly done with part 3 and will upload it soon!

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loserholland · 1 year

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guys im not well- im crying rn

Hello my loveeeeee

I come bearing Aemond thots

So we know Aemond is observant and a man of few words so in relation to his wife I think he would have sooo many feelings about just the littlest things he notices about her but he can't figure out how to say it I imagined he's tried to a couple times but it didn't come out right poor thing

So he started writing her letters almost daily even though they see eachother every day just so he can get his words out 🤍

Whispers Unsaid

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

A/N: CEE. When I tell you I've never ran to write a prompt THIS QUICKLY, I think I'm breaking a personal record here. This is the sweetest, most precious and unique concept ever and omg I hope I did it justice. Thank you for indulging me and for letting me explore more of Aemond!! Title is based on the song 'Hail to the King' by A7X, which is also the album that has been inspiring me when it comes to him. CW: suggestive language, no explicit content. Words: 2k.

“What are you doing, husband?”

You sigh from your spot on your shared bed, with an outstretched hand in search of his touch, only it lands beside you on the empty dent where the warmth of his form still lingers.

It’s late, and Aemond’s back is towards you, with his long hair cascading behind him like the silvery moonbeams that reflect on the ocean just outside of King’s Landing. Straight and stoic as always, he sits, illuminated by the triad of candles sitting on his desk as he’s calmly scribbling away on paper.

He stops as soon as he hears your quiet calling, and only turns halfway to grant you a little smirk. “Just some writing. Go back to sleep.”

“Just some writing, he says...”

He huffs out a quiet puff of air that’s just Aemond’s way of laughing, and you consider it a win.

At the beginning, the silence had unnerved you; it puzzled you, to be the one to take up the mantle between the two of you and prompt the conversation out of him for seldom did he utter a single word. It’s like Aegon had claimed all the bark upon being the first one to leave their mother’s womb and left no words to spare for Aemond or Helaena.

But in time, you learned that that’s just the kind of man that Aemond is, and it does not mean that he despises you, as you’d first believed as a newlywed, being one in need of affirmation to be at ease knowing their care is reciprocated.

Having been betrothed to Aemond had proved to be a blessing, despite it being a political arrangement. You’d grown too fond of him, too attached to his scent and the weight of his body against you. You’d often think about what would’ve become of you, hadn’t you been matched with someone as caring and devoted as he.

Albeit eternally silent.

So you made it your own little game, to try and pry a smile out of him with your quips, or a sigh of contentment with your caresses, anytime you could. This little laugh you treasure, as it’s a sound as rare as a King without a crown, or a Valyrian without a dragon

“May I enquire, your grace, if it’s something appropriate to share with your lady wife?”

You speak through a teasing smile and a giddy heart over the sight of his shoulders visibly relaxing and a dimple surfacing along the lines of his sharp jaw.

“Whispers unsaid, I believe,” he murmurs cryptically, and isn’t that the understatement of the era.

Everything that Aemond utters to you is restrained, often biting his tongue when he sees you changing into your dress in the morning, or walking down a stairwell while lifting up your skirt, like a proper princess. You wonder what he thinks of you, what passes through the intricate maze that is his mind, whenever he’s helping you put on a piece of jewelry, or tying up the laces of your slippers or squeezing your hand in his in a crowded room.

His gaze is the loudest, while his lips refrain from speaking.

And it is indeed far too late for either of you to be up, hence why your eyelids are dropping regardless of you aching to keep admiring Aemond, so you give up on coaxing the conversation out of him and ultimately mutter, “come back to bed, husband.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

You huff in a childlike manner, inching closer to his spot on the bed to absorb the remnants of his warmth, to inhale that characteristic scent that emanates from the crown of his head, imprinted on the pillow.

“You know I can’t sleep without you,” you dare confess. Only in the hour of the owl did you let these kinds of truths spill.

It’s true, you cannot. Not when your lives are marked by unrelenting stress, impending danger. He’s your anchor, at the end of the day. In his arms you seek the safety and softness that you need after so much endurance and you dread the moment he’ll be yanked away to war.

He nods and finally joins you, immediately cradling your face to his neck before his arms envelop you.

In a dreamy haze, you mumble, “one day you’ll have to tell me all about what you write…is it fiction? Is it prose? Are you writing about how you secretly despise your wife?” you yawn, making him humm amusedly before he’s lulling you to sleep by tracing his fingers all along your spine until you’re no longer conscious.

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First you hear all the clattering noises about the room before you fully awaken, and the next thing you register is the lack of a firm body against your own under the covers.

Groggily, you call for his name, over and over again and louder each time until a pair of hands frame your face and thin lips tenderly plant themselves on your forehead.

“What’s going on?” you’re greeted first thing at dawn to a room bathed by shadows except for his sapphire eye, as bright as the sun.

“Off to clean up after Aegon’s messes, as always.”

“When will you be back?” one of your hands joins his atop your cheek as your brain tries to process what he’s saying, and you’re hit with the realization that he’ll be away from you for Gods know how long.

“I’ve no way of knowing. But I promise I’ll come back to you as soon as I’m able.”

“Promise me,” you plead, staring intently at his right eye and feeling the tiniest bit of relief when you see it twinkling with affection.

He nods before his touch leaves your face until he’s got a hold of your hand with both of his, depositing something right into it that he seals with one final kiss.

“If you need me, my lady, look under the dresser. There’s a chest there with something I think you might enjoy.”

You realize there’s a key dangling from a silver chain left in your open palm.

Before you can even question him, he gives you one last longing stare, and leaves out the door.

His last message doesn’t fully sink in as you’re more preoccupied with burying your head in your husband’s pillow.

And it isn’t until the end of this day – an excruciating one without his presence – that you kneel down to retrieve a heavy treasure chest made out of fine silver, which unlocks by the turn of the key that had been resting around your neck.

You bring it with you to the bed to study its contents, soon to realize that it contains piece after piece of paper, with dates inked on the corners, going back as far as the day you were officially married.

Your heart takes on a galloping beat as you read, as you go through each of Aemond’s secret letters to you.

“My lady, we are officially wed. I am eternally grateful to my mother and father for having agreed upon bethroding me to you. I’d had my eye on you for a long time. I’m almost certain they noticed for I’m not entirely discreet – aiding their final decision. I look to the fates that have been bestowed on the rest of my family and while I would have fulfilled my duty with honor, I am relieved and overjoyed that I get to be by your side until the end of our days. The only thing that frightens me is you becoming bored of my existence. I know I’m not the liveliest of princes, but I hope I can convey the affection that I hold for you in the best way that I can. You are the loveliest in the whole court – in the whole kingdom. I’m most fortunate to be yours.”

“Dear wife, you drive me wild. I wish there was a way to bottle up the sound of your laughter and your moans. It’s exquisite. I wish to keep it, turn it into an elixir to help me soothe the stress of my days if you are ever not around. Please, never stop whispering in my ear, never stop cutting your giggles short for fear of appearing childish. I yearn to hear you, I aim to please you, to make a home right in between your legs so you’ll always be pleased, and in turn, I’ll get to hear you. You hold utmost power over me, and you don’t even know it.”

“My darling, it’s the little things that make me adore you, so. The way your body elongates when you stretch out your limbs, first thing in the morning, and how the sun forms a halo around your hair as it peeks through our blinds. The way you lick your lips when I’m changing clothes after training, or when I step inside our rooms after a bath. It’s the intensity in your loving gaze, looking at me as if I still had both of my eyes – how you’ve never recoiled from the sapphire that replaces one of them. But I especially love the way your body curls around mine when we’re together in bed. I want to keep you that way, forever in my arms.”

Your heart swells with each letter and some even manage to heat you up from inside out, igniting a coiling around the pit of your stomach that has you all flustered like the young maiden you no longer were.

“Wife of mine, your beauty is truly sublime, at every hour of every day, no matter what garments you wear. Although I’m most keen on the kinds of dresses that are tight at the waist and make your breasts all plump and inviting. I both relish to show you off at court so that everyone can see that you’re mine, but loathe how the Watch Guards ogle at you. You’re mine, mine alone. Your every curve is mine to hold and fondle. Only I get to see what’s underneath. And that, my lady wife, is my preferred state to see you in. Naked before my eyes alone, sprawled on the bed with your legs opening up to welcome me in. It’s sublime, I repeat. How tightly you cling to me, how intensely do you pulse around my girth while your nails claw at my back. The day I lay on my deathbed, by Gods, I wish to see such a sight as I take my final breath.”

You’re poorly fanning yourself with your palm while walking a frantic circle around your room as you’re turning Aemond’s words around in your head.

So this is what goes through your love’s mind.

So this is what he’s been keeping from you.

There’s a whole universe contained in his mind that he can only let out through paper and ink. And now you’re even more desperate to have him here, to hold him and dote on him and compensate for all the words that fail to come out of his mouth when they're so eloquently handwritten.

On this night you don’t sleep. You’re up ‘till morrow comes and the air is crisp and you’ve gone through every single one of his letters – landmarks of your rather short time as a wedded couple, and pieces of the puzzle that used to be Aemond’s perception of you.

You’re still deeply immersed in your frenzy, for five more sunsets and sunrises until finally, you hear the lock of your bedchambers turning, and in comes your husband, bruised and battle-worn and perplexed for a second as you’re immediately on him, wrapping yourself tightly to him and peppering kisses on the corner of his lip until he catches them with his mouth.

“I love you, husband.” You exhale.

After a moment he replies, with the first full grin you see on his face without saying anything whatsoever.

Though that doesn’t trouble you anymore.

You simply return his key and eagerly lead him to his desk where he finds a brand new stack of the finest paper, blank and awaiting to receive his next stream of thoughts.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fluff #loserholland fic rec

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loserholland · 1 year

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an attitude adjustment

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond needs to put his wife in her place …

Warnings: minors dni / smut / oral (f recieving) / pnv / spanking (belting)/ choking / pet names + derogatory names / possessive Aemond / dom Aemond / sub reader / bratty behavior from reader / breath play (kinda) / breeding kink if you squint / jealous Aemond / reader gets tied up / Aegon gets flirted with / not beta read we ball tho / idk if there’s anything else

Word Count: 5,676

Enjoyyyy

(the amount of times I wrote “Almond” instead of “Aemond” is embarrassing)

Keep reading

#aemond targaryen smut #loserholland fic rec #your honor im horny for aemond targaryen

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loserholland · 1 year

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do we wanna see this aemond in a new delight 🤨??

GUYS I NEED OPINIONS

1. how do we feel about dark/possessive aemond

2. slightly pervy aemond?

how do we feel about that 🫣

reply to this post or send in your answers through my inbox :)

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loserholland · 1 year

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GUYS I NEED OPINIONS

1. how do we feel about dark/possessive aemond

2. slightly pervy aemond?

how do we feel about that 🫣

reply to this post or send in your answers through my inbox :)

#a new delight fic #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x targ!reader #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #loserholland answered #loserholland

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loserholland · 1 year

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THE SPITTING HAD ME LIKE

I adore your writing, so may I request some brat!tamer Aemond if you feel comfortable with that? He seems like such a cold disciplinarian to me. Thank you so much for all your writing!

warnings: cnc/dubcon (like, she says no but it's part of the rp/'game' basically), hard dom/sub dynamic, orgasm control/denial, violence, marking kink, spitting, spanking, choking, possessiveness, touch of dumbification kink

"You should know better by now."

Well, he was right about that. How many times had you learned this lesson? How many times had you sat gently with a wince in your chair for dinner, catching his steely gaze to remind you how you earned those welts on your rear? How many times had you gotten the back of his hand across your cheek and had to try to explain the swelling to someone who saw you later that day? How many times had you left his chambers with a sore, full cunt and tear-stained cheeks and the biggest fucking smile on your face?

Maybe that was why you never learned, not for very long. Because you loved this so fucking much. "You know I don't like to be kept waiting," Aemond added.

"Yes, my prince, I know," you nodded somberly.

"And yet, when I call for you, you leave me to wait for nearly an hour? What could you have possibly been doing that was more important than tending to me?"

"I only lost track of the time," you promised, but that answer didn't satisfy him; he grabbed your arm and tugged you into him, sneering as he examined your face.

"You're quite fucking prompt when you'd like your needs attended to," he noticed. "Clearly I've spoiled you. That much is my fault. But you have forgotten your purpose."

"I'm sorry, my—" you started, but he cut you off.

"This is not the sort of apology to make with your tongue, girl," he corrected. "Bend over the bed."

You were generally quite obedient, or at least you tried to be. This was about to be the first time you broke his instructions just for the hell of it. "I won't," you decided.

He didn't get as angry as you expected, not right way. He was quietly surprised, raising his brow and tilting his face slightly. "You won't?"

"I'm tired," you decided, the first excuse that popped in your head.

He seemed more amused than angry... maybe your attempt to rile him up had backfired? "Tired, hmm," he repeated. "Maybe it's just as well. I'm tired, too."

The nimble fingers wrapped around your arm tightened painfully, making you wince, and he leaned to speak by your ear.

"Tired of you playing games with me," he sneered. "You won't like the way I make you bend over, girl— I'd like you to do as you're told now, and thank me for giving you a second chance."

You simply stood still, waiting to see what he would do. He was right: you didn't like the way that he made you bend over. You'd imagined he would tug your hair or something, but instead he brought his knee up into your gut; you held your stomach and keeled over in pain, shoved down onto the bed a second later.

He sighed in frustration, pinning you down as he fought to get your dress off quickly. The wind had been knocked out of you, but came back with a choking gasp when he brought his hand down onto your bare arse. "I warned you," he reminded you. "What did you expect? Mercy?"

You shook your head; you never expected that, and you'd be disappointed if you got it.

He kept hitting you, harder each time to make you jolt with each impact; your hands weakly clutched the bedlinens beneath you, your lips spilling out useless apologies and cries of his name.

The spanking only stopped when he started to fuck you, having spit on your cunt to give enough lubrication for himself (but not for you), and by then the bruises were forming already. He couldn't just let it be, either, he had to keep clutching and groping at the skin that he'd marked, admiring the shape of his own hand on you, and that just made it sting even more.

As per usual, he fucked you ruthlessly and without much care for your pleasure. It was only for himself, taking back what you'd made him wait for and making up for lost time by being especially impatient and greedy with you. You figured he would just use you and be done with it, but apparently he had some sense of sentiment— he said he wouldn't be able to finish looking at your back, he needed to see your face.

But it wasn't exactly romantic, the way he said it. "I'd like to see you on your back, you know I like the stupid, empty-headed look you get when you're being fucked properly," he told you. Actually, for him, that was pretty romantic.

He looked exquisite with his face a bit flushed, his hair tangled and messy, your legs draped over his shoulders as he fucked you. His hand kept you pinned down at the neck, restricting your breathing until your face went numb— he explained that your moans were too loud and that you'd annoy anyone in the hall who had the misfortune of hearing them. It was hard to say if that was his real reason, or if maybe he had some sense of discretion about this secret affair... not that it was one of those particularly well-kept secrets.

Each time he let you breathe again, you thanked him, sobbing his name and asking permission to come. He never gave it, even when you became terrified that you wouldn't be able to keep it in anymore. "It's not your pleasure that we're here for, girl," he reminded you, "you don't need to come. Say it."

"I don't need to come," you agreed, shaking uncontrollably under him, "I don't need to come, I just need to p-please you, my prince..."

"Mm," he agreed, spitting on your face for emphasis as you whimpered. "You should thank me for that, too."

"Th-thank you!" you blurted out, tightening up your core to try to keep your orgasm at bay even longer. His cock was driving into your swollen walls, hitting you so deep, pulling so much arousal out of you that a puddle had dripped down your sore arse and onto the fine sheets— something you'd probably be punished for as well after this. "Thank you for spitting on me..."

"Lick it up, then," he encouraged, watching you do it with a sick joy on your face. "I suppose you've lost the will to be disobedient, I knew all you needed was a little reminder."

This reminder didn't feel so little, especially when he leaned down and pushed your knees up to your chest, basically folding you in half. His cock was so deep you had to scream, actually scream his name, and he covered your mouth with his hand as he grunted by your ear.

"If you wash out any of what I give you, I'll give you a proper lashing," he warned. "You know better now, don't you? I'll come inside you and you must keep it inside, let it run down your legs so you remember for a while longer. Do you understand?"

You nodded your head fervently under his hand, eyes rolling back in your head as he started to pump his seed into you; a low moan fell from his lips with each flex of his hips, until he was spent and began to relax.

Without so much as another word, without any kiss or embrace, without even letting you come, he got up and composed himself. His expression was flat as he informed you, "You may go."

Still sore and shaking, you asked, "What if I would like to stay longer?"

He glared at you. "You may go," he ordered you again.

You stood up and did your best to get your dress back together, bowing quickly before you exited through the wide iron door. Once again, you left his chambers with a sore, full cunt and tear-stained cheeks and the biggest fucking smile on your face.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut

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loserholland · 1 year

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on my knees rn

Precious Stones

Summary: When you receive a unique gift from Prince Aemond, you know there is no turning back.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Aemond is such a tease...

Word count: 1.5k

A soft jab at the door stirred you from your shared embroidery sitting with princess Helaena.

“Come in.”

The servant did as the princess commanded, and walked in, bowing profusely at both of you.

“Pardon the interruption. I come bearing a gift from Prince Aemond.”

“Precious stones are shared by loved ones…” you heard Halaena absentmindedly whisper under her breath, too involved in her craft to be bothered to accept the gift. “Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”

You rose to your feet so you could take the velvety pouch from the young girl’s hand.

Even the just mere mention of his name had your heart tighten briefly.

“Thank you,” you gave her a warm smile before walking toward the princess.

“Actually, my lady… it is for you,” her voice was but a whisper. “Prince Aemond requests that you wear it for tonight’s festivities.”

You widened your eyes. “Me?”

Nodding, the servant turned and made her way out of the quarters, leaving you to your thoughts.

This was bold.

Too bold.

Even for the likes of Aemond Targaryen.

Offering gifts to his sister’s lady-in-waiting could rapidly spread like wildfire across the Red Keep. It was not a nuisance you craved.

Even though you did crave him.

Wholeheartedly.

“Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”

Helaena managed to catch your attention as she kept on repeating the same phrase over and over.

“What is the matter, Helaena?” you asked, dropping to her knees, staring at her worriedly.

She then met your gaze with a soft smile. “Let’s see my brother’s gift.”

Resting on the heels on your feet, you untied the neat lace, pouring the gift onto your hand.

Helaena gasped in wonder.

You gasped in horror.

Prince Aemond Targaryen had offered you the most beautiful necklace you had ever had the fortune to touch.

Oval sapphires hung from it, laced in intricate golden patterns that secured them in place. Its weight dug into your hand, and you were certain this had to be the work of the finest jewelers in King’s Landing.

Helaena’s face was radiant as she clapped her hands enthusiastically.

“This is so nice of Aemond,” she beamed, holding your hand so you would stand next to her. “Let me help you put in on.”

It was in moments like these that you thanked the Gods above that Princess Helaena was so often oblivious to the intentions of others. She thought her brother was simply showing courtesy, but that wasn’t the case.

Aemond was now resorting to luxurious gifts to have your attention and… more than that.

Panic took over you. “Absolutely not. I cannot accept it,” you vehemently said, sliding the necklace back inside its pouch. “I shall return it to him.”

The princess dropped her smile, but nodded. “It can be rather rude to return a gift, but I understand.”

Sweat coated the palms of your hands as you urged Helaena to ready herself, so you could join the rest of her family in the big hall.

You felt your mind not being able to focus properly on your tasks, and you almost tripped and fell. Twice.

“You need to be careful,” Helaena rushed to you before taking a look at your feet and crouching to pick up a spider. “You nearly stepped on it…”

As much as you had expected you would have gotten used to her odd antics, it never failed to amaze you how she’d much prefer the company of crawling bugs.

A last glance at the tall mirror and both of you walked out.

She laced her arm in yours, pulling you to her side, humming a joyful song as you paced along the poorly lit corridors.

One turn to the right, and you nearly collided with someone.

“I apologise!” you yelped upon realising who it was.

“Aemond!” Helaena greeted with enthusiasm. “Come with us.”

The young prince bowed curtly. “You both look delightful.”

“As do you,” you immediately whispered, not daring to fully look at him.

Not that you needed to. Aemond always presented himself impeccably, drawing the eyes of everyone he crossed paths with.

“Although…” he said, and you could feel his eye on you. “I do not see my gift on you, my lady.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately let go of Helaena’s arm.

“Go right ahead, dear sister,” he said, offering a short smirk. “I am going to help her put it on.”

The joyful girl smiled widely and took her leave humming. "Precious stones are shared by loved ones."

Feeling your mouth go dry, you stood frozen in place, as he turned to face you.

Before he could speak, you reached for the pouch in your dress and extended your arm to him.

“I cannot accept this, Aemond.”

Silence.

He had his hands laced behind his back, his eye studying you, showing no intention of taking back what he had freely given to you.

After what seemed like too long, he spoke, “Why not?”

“It is beautiful, but I do not deserve it.”

He rose one eyebrow at you. “Are you questioning my judgment? If I see you fit of receiving such gift, then you only have to accept it.”

You licked your lips.

“I just don’t… understand why.”

In half a heartbeat, you had the young Targaryen prince pacing towards you until your back hit the wall behind.

His eye never left your face as he brought one hand to remove the eyepatch that he’d always wear around court so he wouldn’t scare off those around him, revealing the glistening sapphire in place of his left eye.

“Does this repulse you?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. “Never has.”

“This necklace…” he whispered, snatching the velvety pouch from you hand. “Is an extension of myself.”

“People will talk…” you said, as he held the shiny piece of jewelry in between you, the round sapphires casting a faint blue on his face.

“Then let them,” he replied calmly. “Let them know Prince Aemond Targaryen has made his claim.”

Your pulse quickened and you felt your mouth drop open at his statement.

“Let them see that when they look upon you, they look upon me,” he said, his face drawing near. “Let them know that if they question you, they will question me.”

He stood so close, you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips.

“Let them know that if they dare hurt you, they will face my wrath.”

Aemond had you pinned against the wall with the weight of his words. He was well versed enough to move mountains. And, if given the chance, he could certainly make love to his partner without touching them.

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with your hands, settling for gripping the sides of your dress, threatening to tear holes into the fabric from the friction.

His lips hovered yours, and you fought back the urge to kiss the young prince.

“There is more that draws us together than apart,” he carried on, eye roaming your face. “And I’ve had enough of fighting my desire to consume you.”

You were at a loss for words, but your body spoke in your stead. The throbbing between your legs, the pants, the sweat that pooled in your hands…

Gods… how you wished he’d take you right there and then.

Aemond brought his gift to your neck, nose nearly touching yours, breath stirring heavier pants from you. He only broke eye contact once secured it neatly against your flushed skin, and you watched his eye drop to your heaving breasts.

“So beautiful…” he murmured, tracing the sapphires that framed your chest with one finger, careful enough no to touch you directy.

It was pure torture.

He shifted slowly, placing his lips to your ear in a whisper. “You look positively delicious…”

You gasped from his words and from the pads of his fingers caressing your restrained breasts.

“I want to fuck you in nothing but that necklace.”

A moan escaped your throat. “Gods…”

“You worry others will talk about my gift,” he purred, tracing your neck with his breaths. “You should worry about hard I’m going to take you.”

The moment his lips touched your collarbone, you felt your walls clench desperately around nothing, wetness dripping from you, and letting you know your body was more than ready to accept his offer.

Another moan was heard from you when he pressed his thigh to your swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure across your body.

He dragged his lips across your neck, jaw and then almost planted a kiss to your own lips, but leaned back, breaking contact with you.

At the sudden loss of warmth and intimacy, you gasped. “Aemond…”

An amused smirk tugged at his lips, as he placed his eyepatch back in place. “Now you know how it feels like not being able to take what you desire.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond smut #loserholland recs

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loserholland · 1 year

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SO GOOD

babes, yall are too kind

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐀.𝐓

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loserholland · 1 year

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THE UPDATE OMG

DID WE LIKE IT?? I TOOK THE CHANCE TO JUST UPLOAD IT 🫣

I was literally in class with my screen brightness to the lowest setting typing away like:

and literally thinking the entire time "The hoes gon loveeee this"

I'm currently drafting up part three, it may not be uploaded till sunday/monday (because i sadly have assignments to do)

thank you all again 🫶🏽

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#loserholland answered #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targ!reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #a new delight fic

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loserholland · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐀.𝐓

𝐈𝐈. 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

Pairing ➺ Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targ/Vela/Strong!Reader

Warning ➺ Hint of smut! Some Targ!Incest hinted/implied. Use of High Valyrian. Mean Aemond as usual ig lol. Italics are flashbacks

Word Count ➺ 2.6K

Summary ➺ Her mother was known to be “The Realms Delight”. Soon Rhaeneyra’s daughter would earn that title as well, leaving many suitors waiting in line an a particular uncle waiting as well.

A/N ➺ GAH GUYS! THANK YOU! I hope you all enjoy part two, I may fix it up later. Just uploading this yet again whilst in class because I seem to have more ideas when in class? Enjoy! I ALSO DON’T OWN HIGH VALYRIAN, though I’m learning it on duolingo :D

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The sound of waves crashing against the shore allowed her to relax, her body less tense than it had been after the past few weeks. It was nice to be back on Dragonstone with her family, catching up with her mother who was due with her fifth child any day now. After your father’s death, she had married her uncle Daemon, who was now your step-father but was first your great-uncle?

Targaryen customs at its finest.

She watched as Tessarion soared through the sky. It had been almost a week since you arrived back on Dragonstone, though you didn’t want to leave the keep it felt necessary to be away.

(Y/N) had adjusted her daily task to be done earlier, trying her best to avoid her begrudged uncle. If she wanted books from the library she’d ask her lady in waiting to find it for her not wanting to risk stepping foot alone into there. At dinner she could feel his gaze, a smug look painted his face, he knew that she was on the edge.

He took notice of how she had changed her schedule around, truly he didn’t think she would avoid him at all cost. “May I be excused? I have quite an eventful day tomorrow.” waiting for her grandsire and the queen to give her a nod, excusing herself from the dining hall. Aemond waited a few minutes before excusing himself as well, he quickly made his way to her chambers using the secret passage ways that his great-great-great uncle Maegor had built.

“It’s quite alright Mera, please get some rest.” She stood outside her chamber doors talking to one of her ladies in waiting, Aemond took a seat on one of the chairs facing the fireplace awaiting for his niece to enter.

She opened and closed her door quickly, all she wanted was for sleep to consume her. It was foolish really to feel so on the edge, she felt as though maybe she was overthinking the situation. He could hear her moving around the room, still unaware of the current company she had.

“You’ve been avoiding me dear niece.”

(Y/N) yelped in surprise loud enough to reach the ears of her knight guarding her door.

“Princess? Are you alright?”

Aemond stood from the chair raising his brow slightly awaiting for her to answer the guard. She knew that if his mother found out he was in her chambers she’d call you a whore and accuse you of wanting to tarnish her son's name.

“It’s alright Ser Erryk, just a bird.” Aemond hummed in satisfaction, striding forwards towards the princess. (Y/N) breathing grew heavy, her heart began to beat against her chest waiting to jump out at any moment. “What are you doing here Aemond?” it came out as a weak question, she could barely recognize her own voice,

He stopped a few feet away from her, wrapping his arms behind his back taking in her figure. “Ao didn’t udligon ñuha másino.” (You didn’t answer my question.)

Your mother had you learn High Valyrian when you were young, her reason was because it was necessary to learn your native tongue. But you later realized it’s because the walls within the Keep and all of Westeros have ears.

And because not everyone can speak High Valyrian.

The two of you had communicated this way since you were young, when you actually got along. At the time you two weren’t the greatest at speaking it tumbling over your words, but now it was music to your ears.

It made you feel special.

(Y/N) scoffed lightly, if someone threatened to take your eye wouldn't you want to avoid them at all cost? It was a silly question really that answered for itself.

“Ao threatened naejot gūrogon ñuha laes.” (You threatened to take my eye.)

“Yn nyke didn’t, gōntan nyke daor?” (But I didn’t, did I not?)

The crackling flames filled the silence that engulfed the room, it was strange. Strange to see him in her chambers, the way he just towered over you as though he held some sort of power. But now was her chance to push him though as he did her. The one thing she noticed about Aemond was how arrogant he became, or maybe it was confidence, the two seemed to bleed into one when it came to him.

She glared at him, how could he come in here as though that never happened? “Nyke ivestretan ao naejot gūrogon ziry. Iā sia ao tolī olvie hen iā coward naejot follow rȳ? (I told you to take it. Or were you too much of a coward to follow through?)

Aemond stepped forward watching as she stepped back till she was against the wall, he wrapped his hand around her throat squeezing lightly. (Y/N) never knew why she never tried to fight back when it came to Aemond, if Aegon had his hand around her throat she would be quick to push him off and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Yet when it came to Aemond.

She always froze.

“Nyke mērī spared ao, skoro syt should nyke wrongfully gūrogon skoros shouldn’t sagon taken? unless ao drējī jaelagon naejot sagon keskydoso, sepār ivestragon se udir.” (I only spared you, why should I wrongfully take what shouldn’t be taken? Unless you truly want to be the same, just say the word.)

There it was, the same flames that danced just a few days ago. Conflicted on what to do, fighting against one another. She felt like a lamb ready to be slaughtered by Tessarion, just a word away from being set aflame and eaten in one bite.

““Don’t jaelā naejot gīmigon skoro syt nyke didn’t gūrogon ziry? i’m sure bona másino iksis rattling bona pretty bartos hen aōhon?” (Don’t you want to know why I didn’t take it? I’m sure that question is rattling that pretty head of yours.)

He squeezed the side of her throat unsatisfied that she hadn’t answered him. Just enough to scare her, but not enough to have her passing out. She did wonder why he didn’t take it, the opportunity was right there.

If she were Aemond she would’ve taken it.

“Kepus, kostilus.” (Uncle, please.)

There it was again. that weird feeling, Aemond couldn’t tell what it was. Because it sure wasn’t sadness or guilt.

The sound of swords clashing pulled her from the memory, turning her head to the side to see Jace and Luke sparring with one another. Tessarion screeched directing (Y//N) attention away from her brothers. Arrax and Syrax had joined her in the sky flying past one another.

“Must you two train here?”

She did miss her brothers deeply and rarely did they send ravens to one another, but just as most siblings are; they knew how to annoy her.

“You’re awake!” Jace commented as he struck down Luke, your younger brother groaned as he fell to the sand, his wooden sword landing next to him.

“I was not sleeping and haven’t I told you to be kind to Luke?” she hated how rough Jace could be when they trained, she understood he just wanted to prove himself to their mother and well to the people of Westeros. But, sometimes it blinded him into being too aggressive.

Walking over to her younger brother she helped him up brushing off the sand that stuck to his clothes, “You sound like mother.” Jace mumbled causing her to send him a glare. Times like this she understood why people compared her to her mother.

“It’s great to have you back (Y/N/N).” Luke said with a smile, raising her free hand she ruffled his brown locks. It did feel great to be back and to be with her siblings, the next time she would’ve seen them was for her 18th name day celebration.

Jace poked his wooden sword at his older sister, “Why is it that you came by again? You didn’t send raven to announce your arrival.”

She could see the flames growing behind his eye,“Kostilus” she mewled tapping on his wrist in hopes he would answer her plea.

Swallowing harshly he released his hand from her throat taking a step back from her, as her hand shot up to her throat soothing the area. He looked down at his feet for a second before setting his gaze back onto her, turning on his heels to exit her chambers.

“Princess?”

Ser Erryk stood by the door, his hand resting on his sword, “It’s alright Ser Erryk, the Prince was just talking about taking our dragons for a flight together.” He gave her a small nod slowly closing her chamber door.

“Ser Erryk.”

He paused for a second, “Yes Princess?”

“Please don’t bring this to the King and Queen’s attention. I don’t want the Queen to think otherwise.”

Staring up at the ceiling she brought her right hand to her throat allowing her finger tips to trace where Aemond’s hand was. It was wrong, it was wrong at the thought of how it excited her. The way his eye darkened as he stared down at her, how he slowly applied pressure to her throat just enough to let her know she was under his control.

It was truly a sin.

“Aemond.”

He hummed in response, his hands roamed her body, his lips left soft kisses on her neck making his way to her lips.

“Skoros iksis ziry bona ao jorrāelagon dōna riña?” (What is it that you need sweet girl?) she gulped nervously. Leaning forward she tried to capture his lips but he leaned back tutting at her sudden action.

“I asked you a question.”

(Y/N) didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t. She didn’t want to give in, but he looked so beautiful. Her body felt hot with need, lust coursing through her veins.

“Ao, nyke jorrāelagon ao kepus Aemond.” (You, I need you Uncle Aemond.)

He placed a soft kiss onto her lips, she kissed back in need desperate for his touch. He pulled her closer till they were flushed against one another. It was as though he set her body aflame, and she didn’t care if he burned her. Aemond lifted her off the ground before placing her onto the bed.

“Pār ao kessa emagon nyke.” (Then you shall have me.)

(Y/N) gasped loudly, her eyes scanned the room frantically in search of her Uncle. Her nightgown stuck to her body a thin layer of sweat visible on her skin, heart racing as she tried to catch her breath.

It was just a dream.

The next few nights were pure torture. She had dreams of him, sinful dreams. Dreams no maiden at her age should be dreaming, dreams no niece should have on their uncle. The way he had her at his mercy, on her knees as he praised her for her beauty. The way she would have him at his knees, his beautiful sapphire glimmering under the moonlight that kissed her room.

Knocking softly upon the door she awaited an answer, “Come in.” pushing the door open to her grandsire’s chamber.

(Y/N) curtsied upon entry, “Your Grace.” Viserys waved his hand “Dear child, haven’t I told you there’s no need for any formalities.” she chuckled lightly, though he was her grandfather, he was her king before that. Her grandfather sat on a chair near his small sculpture of Old Valyria.

“What brings you here today?”

“Grandsire, may I go back to Dragonstone for a bit?”

He placed one of the mini sculptures back down, “It’s nearing your name day celebration.” She knew he would protest, but he would not tell her no. (Y/N) was his first grandchild and when he sees you he sees Rhaenyra. But not only does he see his daughter, he also sees his late wife Aemma.

“I just miss them dearly and can’t wait till they’re here for my name day celebration. I’ll be back in time before my celebration. Please grandsire?” He didn’t want to let her go, but he did care for her happiness. He understood that sending ravens to communicate isn’t the same as seeing them in person with her own eyes.

Little did he know she actually wanted time away from the Prince.

“Are you trying to get rid of me already?”

Jace rolled his eyes playfully, “No.” (Y/N) sighed lightly “I missed mother, and my brothers of course. Plus she is pregnant yet again, so I wanted to be here for the babe’s birth.” This was entirely true, she just decided to leave out the fact of what their uncle had done.

Back in Westeros, Aemond grew suspicious of your whereabouts. He didn’t see you training early in the morning nor did he see Tessarion flying in the sky. Wandering about the castle in hopes to run into you. He had gotten up early that morning, he had a rough night's rest. Unable to shake the image out of his head, unable to stop dreaming the same dream the past nights.

“Kepus, kostilus, gūrogon nyke” (Uncle please, take me.)

(Y/N) brought his free hand under her nightgown, dragging it up her thigh till her cupped her cunt, it was wet and warm with need. Asking for him to taste her, to have her. “Ziry iksos sepār syt ao” (It’s just for you.) she moaned, urging him to take action.

He blinked a few times, unsure if this was actually happening or not, “Kostilius.” she begged trailing kisses upon his pale skin bitting his skin slightly causing him to hiss.

“My prince?”

“Kostilius.”

“My prince?”

Aemond blinked a few times, Ser Criston gave him a worried look unsure of why the Prince was acting so strange. “Let’s call it a day.” he nodded, looking around the courtyard to see if the Princess was around. It was as though her scent lingered on him, taunting him for dreaming of her.

He needed to get (Y/N) out of his head.

When it was time for supper, he noticed she hadn’t taken her usual seat to the right of his father. Halaena seemed a bit puzzled as she fixed her gaze on the empty seat, “Mother, do you know where (Y/N) is? I promised Jaehaerys and Jaehaera she would take them flying.” his ears perked up at the sound of her name keeping his eyes focused on his plate right in front of him.

“Oh dear, she went to visit her family at Dragonstone.”

For how long?

Aegon snickered as he re-filled his cup, Aemond was unaware his thought was spoken out loud hence why his older brother smirked at him. Alicent swallowed her food, placing her fork and knife back onto the table, “She’ll be back before her name day celebration-”

“Why are you wondering about our niece's whereabouts brother?” Aemond intervened, causing his mother to glare at him for being so rude, the wine was surely working into his system as usual.

Aemond hummed in response, “She just wanted to train tis all.” he mumbled taking a swing of the wine that was already poured into his cup. He didn’t even realize she left, he just thought she fell ill with a fever, or just decided to stay locked up in her chambers.

He laid in bed tossing and turning letting out a small huff, he closed his eye yet again in hopes sleep will consume him. But every time he closed his eye, he saw his niece. He saw her on her knees begging for him to take her, begging for him, her uncle to take her maidenhood. There it was again, that feeling.

That same feeling it felt when he snuck into her chambers. That feeling of want and need, something no one should feel for their own blood.

It was lust.

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