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lilbunnis · 7 months

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❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ big brother!aemond is used to your sweet moans and whimpers, though he is reaching his breaking point--- he must have you, no matter the consequences.

author’s note᛬ hii! first time posting on here--- this is obvi a new acc (personal reasons) but i also just wanna strictly post my writing on this blog. first time writing incest, too! oh, & im in my witchy era. anyways, if u’re a minor then do not fuckin interact, thx.

warnings᛬ mdni! smut, angst, dubious consent, dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, manipulation, pussy whipped!aemond, incestuous relationships, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, obsessive & possessive behavior, pet names. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 1.5k

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘.

oh, how sweet her lips were, so soft and plump, like the ripest of peaches during the middle of summer, ready to be kissed. gods, her eyes… so dark and tempting, yet warm and doe-like, a gift from their mother, the queen. her skin was pure and soft and untainted, almost whispering to him to touch, touch, touch--- touch her!

she was his--- since she was torn from their mother’s womb, bloody and screaming, a dragon come forth, his darling little sister.

he loved, he loved, he loved her.

the very epitome of a true born targaryen, made for him.

he knew since the day that she came into this cruel world that she would belong to him, that she would be his.

his, his, his.

“b-brother! no, n-no, i- nghh.. ‘m gonna—“ she babbled cutely, her voice like sweet music to his ears, a siren’s call, begging him to take her maidenhead.

the voices in his head were insistent and loud, screaming venomously at him, luring him to kiss, to touch, to take--- she was rightfully his by birthright, why shouldn’t he indulge?

yes, they hissed, encouraging him with their sweet, persuasive voices inside of his head--- had he finally gone mad? were the rumors of the targaryen madness true?

even so, he did not give a fuck.

his sweet baby sister was his, she always would be, and the way she clawed at his wrist, begging him to fuck her with his deft fingers faster, faster, faster!

or, perhaps… trying to push his hand away--- no, no. she loves him, and he loves her!

it was destiny, their destiny, to be together as husband and wife and bring forth a whole new bloodline of true born targaryens!

yes, his sweet little sister would give him so many babes, he’d fill her up and watch her as she’d grow round and fat with his many sons and daughters.

fire and blood, fire and blood, fire and blood---

then, a scream--- oh, so feminine and sweet; how he just adored his sweet little sister, his little darling.

aemond heard her cry out, the sweetest wail, fat tears falling down her flushed cheeks as he continued burying his long, nimble fingers inside of her sweet, drooling cunny, preparing her for his cock.

meanwhile, he kept pressing against that little patch of nerves inside of her that she could never reach by herself, stroking relentlessly--- meanly.

poor, sweet little lamb.

aemond was panting heavily, watching as her sweet little cunt sucked in his fingers greedily, making his lips twitch in amusement--- he could barely withdraw his fingers due to how fucking tight she was.

uncaringly, yet so lovingly, he would cruelly plunge them back inside of her, wet noises and her sweet, breathy little moans and whimpers filling his chambers.

“that’s it,” he cooed softly, his voice a raspy baritone, so convincing, “—doing so fucking well for your big brother, issa jorrāelagon.”

quietly, he continued into the night, moonlight spilling in through the glass windows of his chambers, his amethyst colored eye was fully blown wide and focused solely on her squelching cunt, watching as her little clit twitched and practically begged him for attention.

and who was he to deny his little sister such sweet, sinful pleasure?

not a second later, aemond moved to settle between his sister’s thighs, lowering his head until his breath ghosted over her wet, puffy folds, allowing him to inhale her feminine scent--- causing him to release a low, satisfied groan.

then, the prince nuzzled his sharp, prominent nose against her little, fleshy bundle of nerves, breathing her in further as two of his long fingers continued to wildly fuck her little virgin fuck-hole.

“b-bro-brotherrr! please, please! need.. n-need to--- please!” came her sweet, girlish voice which was higher in pitch than usual, making him let out a soft, amused hum.

“as you wish, sweetling,” he murmured against her clit, the vibrations from his deep voice causing her to squirm impatiently, before finally, she felt his plush, naturally curved lips wrap around her aching, throbbing clit, causing her to wail brokenly and clutch the silk sheets with tiny fists.

aemond, the kinslayer, could never deny her, could never say no to her--- perhaps, he should be furious at how weak she made him feel, but he could never find it in his cold, blackened heart to ever feel any sort of anger towards her.

his sweet beloved.

it was maddening how helpless he was against her, how deep his devotion to her was--- possibly, others would call it obsession, sinful, an abomination, but aemond knew the truth; dragons did not concern themselves with the likes of sheep.

oh, how he loved her, how he wished to possess her, to be the only person she would ever love, to be her one and only like she was his.

passionately and glowing, burningly real, her nude skin glistened in the moonlight, the few candles that were slowly dying out around his chambers and the burning fire in his fireplace teased shadows from the corner of his eye, the ghosts that still haunted the red keep were always watching and judging them viciously for their sins.

and oh, how their intertwined souls would burn in the brightest of flames, always together, even in the deepest pits of the seven hells, for all of time; for eternity.

still, he ignores the demons--- too drunk by the sweet taste of his little sister’s cunt.

“mine,” he purrs against her cute, twitching clit, suckling the nub into his watering mouth, which made his cock leak even more pre into his small-clothes, causing him to groan and harshly grind his loins down against his bed.

“say it, sweetling--- tell me that you’re mine,” he murmured, wrapping one of his massive hands around his sister’s smooth, left thigh, digging the tips of his calloused fingertips into the meaty skin possessively, holding her in place.

“ah, ah, ah— aemond, nghh..! oh-hmm, ‘m yours,” she babbled sweetly, her words slurring slightly as she began reaching her sixth peak of the night, causing more tears to spill down the sides of her face as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision as she felt her big brother scissoring her weeping cunt open.

wailing in despair, she felt her brother’s skilled tongue flicking and rolling her clit into his eager mouth again, suckling at it and nipping at the little nub mercilessly.

gently, with such cruel, bloodstained hands, aemond squeezed his sister’s thigh harshly, causing her to squeal and thrash her head around on his feathered pillow, her back arching like a bowstring as she finally reached her sixth peak, crying out and babbling her big brother’s name over and over and over--- pleadingly.

“oh, oh, ohhh..! f-feels so--- so good,” she sobbed brokenly, her thighs shaking and clenching around his head, making him continue to dig his neatly trimmed fingernails into the pillowy skin of her left thigh that he was still clutching, while moving his head quickly back and forth, stimulating her little nub until his little sister saw stars.

aemond knew it was sinful, having his sister gush and leak and drool all over his fingers and tongue as he continued suckling at her now overstimulated clit, her skin glistening with sweat, making her skin shine so beautifully against his silk bedsheets--- she was ethereal, an angel, his.

“sweet girl, you’ve done so good for me this evening--- so fucking perfect, little darling,” he praised tenderly, removing his mouth from her clit, while still gently nuzzling the twitching bud with the tip of the cleft of his nose, his fingers still moving almost lazily inside of her cunt, curling his fingers inside of her.

…as if he wished to stay inside of her; forever.

a soft hum escaped him in content, while he continued to gently fuck her with his fingers, more slowly as he heard her soft, girlish pleas--- more like sweet little mewls of his name.

“i think you’re ready for my cock now, don’t you?” he questioned darkly lovingly, pressing soft kisses against her engorged clit, allowing his slightly swollen lips to trail open-mouthed kisses all across the soft curls covering her mound, then across her inner thighs which were covered in her slick, watching as they continued trembling in his strong, possessive grasp.

silently, he gazed up at her longingly, a low purr rumbling deeply inside of his bare chest, the thought of plunging his furiously hard, weeping cock into his sister’s tight little cunny was almost too much to bear for the kinslayer.

oh, and how all of my devotion turns violent, aemond thought wickedly to himself, but no--- not with his sweet, beloved little sister…he would take her as his lady wife, to love and cherish and breed her nightly with loads of his seed until she was pregnant with many of his babes.

even then, aemond would never stop, how could he? she was his everything, and whether or not she was too fucked out by him feasting on her cunny for hours was no matter, because he already knew.

she loved him just the same, even if she truly did not know it just yet, his innocent little sister.

hm, what a sick little head he had, how his love turned into obsession, into possession--- but nonetheless, it was still love.

pure, undying love.

fin.

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 1 year

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Summary: You are introduced with the prince as his second option for a marriage in your family. But how will the Prince react to you own affliction and the backlash from your family | Mini-Series Masterlist

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

A/N: You all asked for a part 2 so ask and you shall receive! Again thank you for the request on this one it was really fun to write :)

Warnings: hitting, some sexual suggestions

You could feel your handwriting getting progressively worse as the weeks went by.

That was one thing you had not considered as a side-effect from spending so much time with Aemond.

Every hallway, every corner, every walk in the garden. There was always some off-chance that your paths would cross. And every time this coincidence seemed to happen, there was a stupid smile on your face and your hands grip on your notebook seemed less and less. One a few of occasions he had dared to close the space between you, whether it was to brush a hair from your face or to run a warm hand over yours. All of this serving to send warmth to your cheeks that a smile that reached your eyes.

Nobody was more surprised of this behaviour, than Aemond himself. Though he would never admit it to himself.

He had already gifted you one book, written entirely in cursive Valyrian, promising to read you through it, to teach you how to pronounce the words like a native. The book had been kept well and separate from the rest of them in the library. The cover was a wine colour and there was not a rip on it.

And when he extended the book out to you, your hands delicately traced the patterns on the front, inspecting all the details as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Your eyes had found his, wide and bright with gratitude and a slight film of tears coated them, mouth pulling into a line to stop yourself from crying at the kind gesture.

"Ziry iksos issa jaelagon naejot rȳbagon ao pikībagon bisa, issa riñnykeā"

When he spoke Valyrian, it almost seemed too perfect. His voice was suited to it, and it was a shame that he could not speak it all the time. The way he formed the words, his intonation, all serving to set off a spark inside you. And at the notion that he spoke only to you. For you.

It is my wish to hear you read this, my lady.

The words were sweet. But you relished in the way he said them more so.

The book nestled in your arms, you looked down, trying to hide the blush that very quickly was heating your face from the Prince before you. Your hand smoothed over your clothed arm, picking at the wrinkles in it with anxiety. Your hand went to your side and the mind raced at the notion that your notebook was not there.

And he was stood before you, regarding you and the way your anxious face formed being separated from your notebook. Of course, it had not been an accident. You had dared for this day to leave it behind, but now the space where it would have been seemed endless. Like those soldiers who return from battle with a limb missing, but still feeling it, still being able to control it.

Your eyes briefly met Aemond's and he could see the panic in your eyes. And you need not be panicked or anxious, you knew he was patient and kind, despite appearances.

"gūrogon aōha jēda…" He said quietly, he had his hands laced behind his back and his good eye looked down on you softly.

Take your time.

He looked so peaceful it bought a pain on your heart. Nobody was as patient as him. Nor had anyone in the past been.

You send him a ghost of a smile in thanks, looking away to pull in a long breath of air, so much so that your lungs ached. You let yourself exhale first before bringing another burst of air in, mouth open to form the words,

"i-iska…no, iksā to-l-lī sȳz…" you manage, the nerves being the cause of it more than anything, "…d-dārilaros Aemond…"

You are too kind, Prince Aemond.

You dared look back up at him once you'd finished the sentence. There was that look again, the darkened look he always gives you whenever you say his name. Your grip on the book tightened once again seeing him take a step towards you and he could hear a breath get caught in your throat. He was so close you could see all the details of his dragon-shaped clasps on his tunic. So close you could smell his scent around you. So close that you thought he might touch you.

"nyke hae ziry skori vestrā ñuha brōzi…"

I like it when you say my name.

His hand came to a lock of your hair at the side of your face, running the strands through his dextrous fingers. His other fingers ran across your jaw, sending a chill through you, only to come to rest his palm on your cheek. His motions were so slow and calculated that it sent a heat through your body that settled in your stomach. You swallowed back, suddenly nervous in his presence, even more so when you felt his thumb trace the outside of your lip.

Your eye never moved from his.

"ivestragon ziry aril"

Say it again.

To anyone else it would have been a command. But he seemed desperate to hear it again and a shuddered breath came from you again.

And before you could even prepare yourself, do all your breathing and calming, the words seemed to pass your lips as naturally as the sun rises over the horizon.

"Aemond…"

He was so close still, a smirk on his face and a smile on your own. All anxiety seemed pressed down below the surface, replaced with something new. Something you thought you would never experience.

Desire.

A desire for his company. For his understanding and patience. But also a desire for him. For him to be pressed to you as if in need and desperation. You could feel your throat constrict at the mere thought.

"kostan ūndegon skoros iksā otāpagon…" He started.

I can see what you are thinking.

"…ñuha riña"

Against his better judgement, he withdrew his hand from you to place behind his back once more, standing back to revel in the effect he had on you. You knew what he was doing and it was not original in the slightest, but it still made you smile bashfully, fingers desperately gripping the book he had given you.

He cleared his throat as if he himself was also nervous, " kessa nyke ūndegon ao tolī…tolī ñuha gūrēñare?" he asked. Shall I see you later, after my training.

You nodded in earnest and watched as he turned to leave, his gaze on yours the entire time until his back faced you. Marvelling at his form as he walked away, he took one more glance back before rounding the corner and you wondered how someone could be so expressive with only one eye. And yet even the smallest glance could send a spark through you like no other. That, combined with his words, was the greatest pleasure you had known.

Even the way he walked away served to stir you so. The way his long legs carried his strides and the way he commanded his space with his form, such confidence at face value and yet so often, in your shared language, he had said that it was not always this way. He had learned the cold stare of feigned confidence through the many years he spent hiding himself away, learning to use his words as his weapon and training his body to be his deadliest.

Who would think that a man like this could be so gracious in the presence of a woman.

Of you.

Hurriedly, you half-ran back to your chambers, letting out a deep breath at being alone and able to let out your thoughts on the man. The book he had gifted you was placed lovingly on your bed as a maid softly knocked at your door. All you could do was face the mirror and uncontrollably smile as she loosened the ties of your dress, pulling the gown off your shoulders to pool at your feet.

"You seem in good spirits, my lady" she remarked, preparing the other dress to be worn at the feast. You could tell that when she said it, she was smiling, "Would the Prince have anything to do with that?"

In the mirror you met her gaze very briefly and shrugged, her hm in response seemed to satisfy her question. Without pressing any further, she draped the dress at your feet and once stepped inside pulled the heavy garment up your body to fasten at your front. This maid was quick about her work and laced it effortlessly at the front and at the back, using metal ones at the front that were coated with gold to compliment the deep forest colour of the gown.

Once the skirts were smoothed down, you observed your figure in the mirror. It was quite possibly the only thing you wore which truly fit you and it was here you felt you looked truly beautiful, for the first time maybe ever. All the small gold fastening attached at the front reminded you of the endless times you had seen Queen Alicent with her seven-pointed star accessories, and you thought she had looked beautiful then.

One your hair was styled the way you preferred, not overly braided, the maid stepped back to admire her own work.

"Beautiful, my lady"

You nod your head in thanks as she takes her leave.

You yourself look on your silhouette and shake slightly. To be his betrothed is one thing, but to be his wife. To tame the blood of the dragon. You felt underequipped for the task at hand.

But you had already conquered him. You just did not know it yet.

You had been seated at the table for some time with one of your older brothers before people started to file into the hall. Of course, this wasn't the first time you had been in this room but it had been so altered for the feast that it was unrecognisable. There was a long table in the middle of the room with a red tablecloth and many candles decorating the middle, their flames barely flickering the room was so quiet.

Glancing over to your brother, he had his head in his hand, probably severely hungover. His eyes were closed so tightly that you thought that he might be in pain, and you half thought to ask him if he was alright but decided against it. For he had not spoken a single word to you in the weeks your family had been guests to King Viserys and Lady Alicent.

With a sigh you smooth your hands over your gown and clasp your hands together, sending a glare over to your brother who whispered shut up at your sigh.

You could not even make sound in front of your family. The kindness served to you by Aemond had made you realise how badly they treated you. Especially your father.

The echoes of fast footsteps broke you from your trance and you looked over at the entrance to see you older sister, arms hurriedly beside her in her half-run and a fierce stare tracking the room.

Her daggered eyes landed upon you, finger pointed in your direction.

"You!" the words came from her like a stab.

Her fierce look had you on your feet, a questioning look on your face as your sister made for you across the room, your eldest brother not far behind in his own half-run. The other drunken brother furrowed his brows in curiosity and all time seemed to slow as your sister threw all her weight into her palm to strike you across the face.

You could barely register the pain in your face until you looked back into your sister's hateful eyes which is when the pain started to bloom across your cheek and jaw. More shocked than anything right now, you raised your hand to your now burning face to touch, it was not sore yet but it certainly would be. Your sister looked unnaturally angry, so much so that the lines around her mouth were now visible and she was shaking. Her eyes were scrunched up with her expression, mouth hanging open slightly to say something.

"You fucking whore" she spat at you, her hand came to your bare arm to twist the skin there and you let out a cry at the pain. But she would not let go and seemed to dig her fingernails into you even further, even at the sudden presence of your eldest brother and entrance of your father.

"What is the meaning of this!" your father's voice boomed but your sister never took her eyes off you. Afraid that if she would, you would escape her tight grip.

"How did you do it, hm?" she asked, eye boring into you, "The Prince could not have fallen for an idiot like you…"

Your mouth formed into a flat line in an attempt to deflect her unkind words, pushing the brewing tears back, but an ever-present feeling was there also. Anger.

"Let her go, sister" Your eldest brother was at her side, hand hooked under her arm to pull her away. Not one look from him was given to you.

Your father was not far behind, his booming voice aching for his daughter to release her hold on you, noting the arrival of Queen Alicent into the hall, who looked shocked at the whole situation.

"What did you do then, fuck him?" she snapped and you could feel your anger bubble inside of you. Mouth open ready to say something, the familiar block stopped you, but your sister was so close, so you thought to opt for a whisper if nothing else. You could no just stand idly by while she disrespected you. That is something you had learnt from him. In only the few weeks you had known him, he seemed to have taught you more than your family ever had.

"N-n.." you start, and a moment of surprise passes on your sister's face, but the anger remains, "…not all of us…h-have to…"

She seemed to mull over the words for a long time, fingernails pushing so hard into your skin you were sure there would be bruising and welts. And it was as if it was a language she had not know, you could see her bounce the words in her head. Or perhaps she had never bothered to hear for the sound of her sister's voice before.

It all came down on your sister so quickly and she let a sinister smile pass on her face at the understanding of your words.

"You dare take the Prince from me…" she cursed, her grip tightening like a vice once more around you and you closed your eyes once more to brace yourself for another strike.

"Care to tell me why your hands are on my betrothed?" a voice rang out loud and deep and your eyes popped open again to find Aemond at the doorway, hands ever clasped behind his back, his cold, hard stare at your sister.

Her head spun around with such speed, you thought it might pop off and her confused gaze met the Prince's, but it was not long before a sinister smile returned, her hands still on you.

"I am your betrothed" she returned.

Aemond turned his head so that he could face the sister straight on, nothing needed to be said, saying enough with his gaze entire. The room seemed deathly quiet as he took his few steps towards your sister, his eye never met yours, not even once. There was danger in the room and he felt he had to address it.

"Aemond…" Alicent muttered, trying to distract him. But it was no use. He was trained directly on your sister and you could feel her façade slip away by the second as she shrunk under his look.

"Release her" he ordered. When your sister did not move, he sent a hooded glare down at her, "Now"

It was clear your sister was too out of it to move, so your eldest brother pulled her towards him, with no resistance. Your groaned in pain as your sister's fingernails came from your skin, leaving red half-moon shaped marks on you. Aemond's hand was on your arm instantly, inspecting the damage your sister inflicted on you, his touch soft against the violence that had ensued before. His fingers traced the marks before allowing his eye to meet yours and then your cheek, seeing the way the skin was inflamed, red and no doubt sore.

It was difficult to gauge his emotion at this time. But all you knew it that he was angry.

Turning to your siblings and father, he took your arm softly to push you behind him, whispering to you softly.

"Gaomas ziry ōdrikagon?" Does it hurt? He asked.

You could not dignify him with a lie and simply replied quietly, "M-mirrī…" A little.

Aemond could not tolerate anyone laying a hand on you, and you seemed to understand this as he faced your family.

"What was that?" you father asked, wide-eyed and staring at you. Silence filled the room once more and your father shuffled embarrassed, "Answer me"

"She spoke" your sister said, "So it does speak"

Her laugh filled the room, that cackle that Aemond hated so much. The one that inspired him to cast her aside, now even more annoying.

"You mean to me that you can speak all this time?" your father says, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "And then once in the company of the Prince, suddenly your idiocy is gone?"

"She is a whore" your sister seethes, but your father orders her to be quiet.

"I would suggest you use different words " Aemond warned, his voice low and protective in the face of your family.

The otherwise quiet Queen Alicent seemed to step forward, using her body to separate the two parties. For a long time, she had been the dividing force between families and had no issues stepping back into that responsibility now.

"That is enough" she said softly, her eyes forever on your father, "My Lord, no promises have been made regarding joining our houses"

All at once, the reality of the situation seemed to hit your father. His face changed from one scorned, angry and exhausted to something more hopeful.

"He is meant to be my husband!" your sister called out, eldest brother still holding onto her arm. She looked positively furious and with the opportunity would most certainly have broken free to wreak havoc once more.

"Be quiet" your father warned. Looking towards you, he jutted his jaw upwards, feeling as if suddenly he had the upper hand, "This marriage will still benefit us no doubt and you have done this family an unexpected favour, your Grace"

Alicent wasn't enjoying a moment of this and simply looked onwards, almost dissociated. Your father's tone seemed predatory, his gaze creeping back over to you and Aemond. Your fingers rested on his hand, delicately gripping him and thanking him for his support in this awkward situation.

Aemond cocked his head, knowing your father had more to say.

Stepping forward, your father dared to glower at the Prince.

"You have taken this halfwit from me, at last"

It was clear it was aimed to set Aemond off. And it had almost worked as the man before you went to take a step forward, only to be met with your hand on his chest. Confused, he looked down at you but you simply shook your head. His look was difficult to decipher as many had often said before you, but you refused to allow him to act how others perceived him, so with a soft hand on his chest you gently pushed him back to take your place before him. One hand slipped into his, you faced your father, who had a sick, satisfied smile on his face.

You could see his gaze waver slightly when you went to open your mouth.

He was the one you feared the backlash from the most. Mother, at least, had been somewhat patient and accepting until her death. But after that, it only served to turn your father bitter. If he would not be patient for his other children, there was little hope for yourself growing up with any form of endearment. What could be expected of such a man.

You felt the familiar slam of a block in your throat, and you swallowed heavily, squeezing Aemond's hand beside you. Grounding you. With a deep breath, you looked back up to your father. He would not interrupt you this time. He would not best you.

He could not have the last laugh this time.

"You…" the words came out forcefully, almost clumsy. But no block in sight, "…are no father…t-to me"

The room was deathly quiet and more than anything, everyone was just shocked. You watched your father's face carefully and saw the raw shock that was so clearly there and you hadn't realised just how tightly you had been holding onto Aemond's hand until he squeezed back, a very obvious proud look on his features.

You took a glance about the room once the silence had become uncomfortable, your siblings sharing their own form of shock in equal measure. A sudden feeling of self-consciousness overtook you and you looked over at Alicent and finally Aemond.

Alicent looked entirely neutral if not a little amused, but Aemond did not have to hide his amusement, his lips turned up into a very clear smirk as his eye looked down at you. You dared to send him a smile back, secretly proud of what you had done in the spur of the moment.

"I think it is time for you to leave, my Lord" Alicent said, cutting through the stony silence, "The King and I will send the terms for the marriage in the coming days"

The father looked wordlessly over at the Queen, now haggard and expressionless.

"I trust the matter is closed"

"Hm" was your father's only response. He gave you somewhat of a glare before turning his back, his own hand clamping around your sisters to drag her out of the room. Your brother's seemed to give Aemond a look before following also, the eldest dragging the middle by the cuff of his shirt.

You let out a breath and your shoulders dropped, now relieved of the pressure. Aemond squeezed your hand again,

"T-tolī o-o…olvie?" you ask. Too much?

He shakes his head with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, "Daor, īles vok"

No, it was perfect.

The weight of the burden your family was apparently very hefty, for as they arranged their hasty departure the next day it did not seem to bother you to see them off.

You would happily spend the afternoon sat beneath the Weirwood Tree, book softly placed in your lap. Aemond leaned against the tree behind you, reading over your shoulder as your eyes darted across the words scribbled on the page, fingers at the corner ready to turn with excitement.

Aemond smirked knowingly as his eye caught your family passing the gardens, the servants carrying their luggage. Your father leered over, a gaze that could kill settling upon the Prince, but the only thing that could occupy the space between you both was the sound of you reciting the book before you. The one he had given you as a present.

He sat by, watching every now and then as the line formed between your eyebrows at a particularly difficult word, taking staggered breaths to get the long ones through in a single utterance. And for a moment, watching you reciting the text, Aemond swore he saw the passing of regret pass over your father's features.

Your words seemed to be suited to Valyrian, Aemond so often thought, and even now as he listened to your words from the history book, he took a lock of hair between his fingers to play with the strands. A chill ran up your spine at his hand on your neck, pushing the hair away, the smooth skin hiding beneath now exposed to the cold air.

His hand remained at your nape as you finished the sentence.

"Rȳ z-zȳha…sȳrje…sk-skorkydoso gaomas…b-bisa pikībagon?..." How does this read? you pause to ask, a finger pointed at the page at an unknown symbol. Aemond sat up and leered over your shoulder at the spot,

"Valyria"

"Oh" you answer, now feeling stupid, but chuckling in response. You carried on, Aemond's chin now resting softly atop your shoulder.

"Valyria iksin se….ro-rovaja oktion isse se vys. Iemny ziry..."

"Lemnȳ" Aemond corrected, smiling.

You sigh and push the book closed to place beside you, looking up at Aemond's smug face, he was so close now that you could see the stitching of his eye-patch and a shuddered breath came from you at the hand that was still placed on your skin. His eye was once against hooded to look down at you, perhaps you would never get used to the feeling that gave you.

"Ao pikībagon sȳrī" You read well.

"e-emi mērī..sssepār rhēdan" We have only just started. You shake your head at his words.

"Nyke hae aōha elēni…" I like the sound of your voice, he trailed off and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliments. Truthfully, you loved the sound of his more. Especially when he spoke Valyrian. It being your shared language, there was a certain intimacy to it. And you found yourself wondering if he would speak it during…

Your sinful thoughts were cut off by his hand on your jaw, turning your face towards him. If he was close before, now he was even closer, and you held your breath and searched his eye for his intent. He was smiling down at you, finger softly dragging across your skin and it seemed like there was nothing more romantic than saying nothing at all in this moment. Eyes zoned in on him, you opened your mouth to say something, his name.

"Aem-"

His lips interrupted you and you could feel how his softness pressed against you, body heated instantly just purely with his touch. All that fire that burned in his blood, pumped around his body, to be pressed against you now; it burned so nicely that you smiled in his kiss. Allowing him to slip into your mouth as you smiled, the warmth enveloped the two of you and you hand was softly pressed to his chest, grasping the collar of his coat, perhaps in an effort to pull him closer. Aemond groaned with need, sending a vibration of desire that descended through you.

You had never felt so wanted in your life. And Gods, it felt so nice to be wanted, to be needed.

Time seemed to pass so slowly when he had you like this and the desire deepened more so when his hand cupped the back of your head, pressing further into you. A ghost of a moan left you which only seemed to spur him on more so, running swiftly out of breath.

"Aōha udra…" he broke away to whisper, forehead resting on yours, "…nyke jorrāelagon tolī"

You smiled, eyes closed and enveloped in his scent, his love. It was other-wordly.

Your words. I need more.

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hypergraphic-rhino · 2 years

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achaoticeternal · 6 months

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electric touch

aemond targaryen x niece!reader

summary: while taking a visit to the royal library, you come across aemond who seems to have a small gift for you. word count: 1.1k warnings: afab!reader, targcest, reader is mentioned to have violet eyes but that is the only descriptor. a/n: this was just a little drabble I thought of. i'm trying to get back into the grove of writing after my summer hiatus.

Though King’s Landing was quite an enticing place to visit, the climate at Dragonstone seemed to accommodate her taste better. Where Dragonstone held warm air and cooling sea breezes, King’s Landing lacked such a luxury. Whenever Rhaenyra made visits to the capitol with her daughter, neither princess slept well for their own reasons. Both, however, missed their own beds and comforts of home.

Currently, the younger Targaryen princess was making her way down the aisles of the library. Particularly, she found herself in the special collection that her uncle had curated. Books that varied from philosophy, the history of Old Valyria, and even strategies of ancient wars. However, sprinkled in between were books that contained the sweetest words held in between pages. Yes, both she and Aemond held a secret bond over the lines of fine poetry.

It was a love they learned as children. Whenever Aemond was not training or being tormented by his brother and nephews, he would accompany his niece at the weirwood tree. Helaena would not be too far off either, allowing the creatures in the gardens to climb into her gentle hands.

Such a memory caused a small smile to grace her lips as she reached for a book that had been well-loved.

“Have you come to wreck my shelves?” The voice interrupted her abruptly.

She jumped away from her spot, the breath returning to her lungs when she recognized the man. Her hands went to smooth out her skirts, “Good day to you, uncle…”

The lady went to reach for the book again. Still, it remained just out of reach. The scoff sounding next to her changed her focus once more.

“Have you not considered using your words to ask for help, riñītsos?” He questioned.

Little Girl.

Sighing at his question, she moved back from the shelf. As she faced him, her eyes flicked from the book to his gaze. Though her actions were childish, she did not anticipate being denied her wish, “Kostilus…” Please.

His dismissive hum could be heard as he moved in front of her. With ease, he gripped the spine of the book before bringing it down. Aemond held onto it for a moment, eye scanning over the cover. Epics of Old Valyria.

“I see you’ve been working on your native tongue,” the prince stated nonchalantly, “Though it is still peculiar to me as to why you deem it fit to borrow from my personal collection?”

The corners of her lips dropped at his words, “And do you enjoy withholding the pleasure of knowledge?”

His violet eye slowly trailed up her height. Both of them had grown since they’d last shared each other’s company. This was evident to both parties. Her eye then met her own violet ones as a chuckle played on his lips, “Withholding pleasure is enjoyable for some people.”

Her posture straightened immediately, the innuendo not going unnoticed. She took the book from his grip, preparing to move past him and back to the security of her mother’s chambers.

The princess did not make it more than two paces before his hand shot out to grasp at her forearm. His touch was not harsh, yet there was no warm to it either, “What are you forgetting?”

She breathed out in audible frustration. Her eyes still trained toward the exit of the library, keeping her distracted from his intense gaze, “Are you not supposed to be in attendance of the small council meeting? Or has your seat been taken?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened at the taunt. However, his demeanor remained relatively calm.

Finally, she answered him properly, “Kirimvose.” Thank you.

After a pause of silence, she craned her neck to look up at Aemond. Her gaze was met with a playful smirk, “Issa daorun” You’re welcome.

However, his hold did not retreat from her forearm. Instead, he continued, “I have a little gift for you. Consider it a welcoming present for my favorite niece.”

“Careful, uncle,” Her eyes refocused on his face. The rest of the library remained at a soft focus, “You wouldn’t want to hurt poor Jaehaera’s feelings.”

His upper tip seemed to curl into a snarl at the quick-witted comment. Releasing his hold, his hands went to the pockets of his doublet, eyeing the item within it. Pulling out the piece, a finely forged Valyrian steel chain dangled from his nimble fingers. Resting at the bottom of the chain was a pendant of a singular dragon with a sapphire for an eye. The craftsmanship itself must have cost a fortune, not to mention the installation of such a fine gemstone.

“Kepus,” Her voice lulled, “Gevie…”

Without a word, Aemond moved to stand behind her. His gentle touch caressed her upper back as he moved her hair onto one shoulder. The cool pendant rested atop her bosom, sending tingles throughout her chest. The chain itself snaked around the delicate skin of her neck where he now clasped it together, “Dōna zaldrītsos,” Aemond purred.

As she turned back to face him, her lithe fingers toyed at the pendant. She quickly grew accustomed to the weight of it and the metallic feel against her skin, “Where did you find such a necklace?”

The look on his face was passive as if he could not drop his uncaring disguise, “I had it made for you.”

As her browed raised in motion for him to continue, Aemond added on, “I figured it would be to your liking.”

She took a moment, eyes flickering from the leather he wore to the steel chain at her neck.

“I see,” She nodded, “And what moved you to commission such a fine piece?”

Unbeknownst to the lady, Aemond fought an inner battle. He wished to step closer to her and reach out once more. He hated that he could easily despise his nephews, but never her… Not the girl whom he read poetry with between lunch and tea time. The girl who was now a woman grown before him. His greatest torment and object of his deepest affections.

Aemond faced her once more, bringing up his hand to toy with the pendant at her chest now, “The thought of you wearing it for me…”

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His Sapphire Princess (VII)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 2,090

CW: bad parenting

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclaimer: i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

a/n this chapter is mainly filler and im not that happy with it

Dragonstone

After two years and her mothers three failed attempts to get her to abandoned her engagement with Aemond to marry, the now newlywed,Cregan, she was at Dragonstone. Where she was greeted by a new baby brother, Aegon, or Aegon the younger as many referred to him. It was strange, the babe was the exact image of her, had her face, her smile, her eyes, but they were also the eyes and the smile of Daemon, and the face of Rhaenyra. And yet unlike her, this babe was loved, adored even. And she was becomeing more and more of an outsider to her own family. And the babe in her mothers belly would only push her further away.

"Visenya?" she heard Daemon call, despite the hesitancy, the pair had become somewhat close. Daemon having taken up time to train her with a sword, aswell has teach her all that he knew, an activity that had previously been reserved solely to Baela, a fact the girl had ahted so much that she had left to Driftmark.

"Daemon" she replied, looking up from her book, " what is it?"

He laughed, "māzigon sir tala, kostagon iā kepa daor māzigon visit zȳhon tala va zirȳla Brōzio Tubis" he moved forward to pat her head.

come now daughter, can a father not come visit his daughter on her name day

High valyrian, the only lounge her 'father' would speak to her in, "sȳrī seeing hae iksā se mērī mēre qilōni ēza jeldan nyke iā biare Brōzio Tubis ēdan thought tolvys would sagon skipping ziry bisa jēdarī"

sȳrī seeing hae iksā se mērī mēre qilōni ēza jeldan nyke iā biare Brōzio Tubis ēdan thought tolvys would sagon skipping ziry bisa jēdarī

"daorys ēza forgotten, Se ao gīmigon bona, dōna riña" he sighed, "tala, nyke gīmigon skoros bisa Brōzio Tubis means, īlon mirre gaomagon, se aōha muña iksis paktot zirȳla self lēda worry. issa worried syt ao, dōna riña" she scoffed, "nyke gīmigon ziry gaomas daor urnēptre ziry se ēza va moriot issare distant...yn"

no one she has forgotten, and you know that, sweet a girl daughter, I know what this name day means, we all do, and your mother is beside her self full worry. he is worried for you, sweet a girl I know he does cannot show he and she has always been distant...but

"Dont make excuses for her! Gods, my whole life i have been put an arms length away, shown no love by my own mother, all because i am your daughter, and you abandoned her. I should hate you both!" she sneered, before taking a deep breath, "ēza dōrī, daor istin, celebrated ñuha Brōzio Tubis. gaoman daor jiōragon presents, iā gifts, daorun hen zirȳla. Se ao would pendagon bona va ñuha mōrī Brōzio Tubis, se ñuha ēlī lēda zirȳla isse lanta bōsa jēdri nyke would. se yet gaoman daor" she was angry, he could tell that, everyon could. At breakfast her mother didnt even acknowledge her. And in only a few days she would got to kingslanding and marry Aemond. Aemond who as it seemed had also forgotten her.

she has never, not once, celebrated my name day. i do not get presents, or gifts, nothing from her. and you would think that on my last name day, and my first with her in two long years i would. and yet i do not.

"Senya, I am your father, and you are my daughter, your mothers daughter and her heir. She cares, even if she does not show it." he smiled, grabbing her hand "Now your brothers have a surprise for you" he stood up, dragging her with him.

She and her brothers had become closer the few moons she had been back, especially her and Jacaerys.

The gardens of dragonstone had been covered in decorations, balloons and a banner saying happy name day. It was a far cry from the usual balls and feasts, but the next few moons would be filled with that. She had wanted something small, to work as her nameday and going away celebration. All she wanted was two things, a civil day with her family, and cake.

A four tiered cake sat in the centre of the gardens, decorated in pink, white and gold with a single candle ontop.

A big smile graced her face at the sight, making her brothers, who stood to the side filled with excitement. Even baby Aegon had a big proud smile,as if the whole thing was his own idea. Her mother was there, with a small smile gracing her lips, at the sight of her daughter.

Her brothers were quick to tackle her into a hug.

"Happy name day Senya!" Joffrey practically screamed.

Jace watched on with a big smile, before moving to taunt a teary eyed luke. "We have a cake! Come see!" Joffrey spoke, dragging her down the steps and into the garden.

"Make a wish!" Joffrey whispered in her ear, before running off to stand with the other guests, or the lords and ladies that ran with her mother from the red keep to dragonstone.

She made a wish, a wish she would never admit too and a wish she hoped would one day be true.

"Daughter" she heard her mother speak, causing her to look up from the cake. "I wish to talk to you"

"Why?" she asked bewliderd, moving away from the cake to follow her mother. Servants were already moving towards the cake to cut it up and serve, she hoped some would be saved for her, but the eyes of both Luke and Joffrey were staring at the cake with which she highly doubted it.

"Beacuse i am your mother and i...care for you" she replied, her eyes looking down in shame as she struggle to utter the last part, causing Visenya to scoff.

"Of course." she rolled her eyes.

They moved away to talk in an alcove away from the celebration, away from prying eyes.

"Are you sure-"

"Yes!" she innturrupted, "for the last time mother, Aemond and i have been friends our whole lives, and though we have become distant in the past years is does not mean that this wedding is something i no longer want, and the realm will be better for it. It will ease tensions between the branches of our family and hopefully unit them."

Her mother nodded her head. " i know that, but- "

"No, mother, dont try. Am I still your heir?" she asks, causing her mothers eyes to snap to hers.

"Yes, I promised you it...I will not take it back, just like my father didn't remove me as heir once Aegon was born."

She sighed, "Then, me marrying Aemond will hopefully appease the greens, their blood will still sit on the throne"

Her mother moved closer, and took her hands in hers, "you are my daughter, it is my job to worry, dōna riña." Visneya flinched at the words.

"And yet you have never seemed to care before" she moved back, her mother eys filling with pain.

She took a deep breath " you are right, i have..i have not always been...there for you- but i want to be now"

"Now?" she asked bewildered " now? Now that I am leaving in a few days, now that I am about to be married?now?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why do you care now?"

Her mother looked down, tears in her eyes "because Daemon-"

"Oh Daemon! of course! Of course he is why you care. He was the reason you hated me to begin with, and now! Gods, it's so- i" it was ridiculous that's what and she hated it, and yet she could'nt bring herself to hate her mother.

She took a deep breath, and moved towards her mother, "i leave in less than a week, we should not argue, we- no you should be ofr once in my life civil with me, show me an ounce of the love you showed my brothers, and be my mother." she stepped back, looking over to the party, jace was looking over, his face filled with concern.

"Tala,-" her mother began, "Avy jorrāelan, gaoman. nyke vaoreznuni bona gaoman daor urnēptre ziry yn - istia shifang skorkydoso qopsa īles naejot jurnegon rȳ aōha laehurlion tolī daemon geptot nyke, se ōdres hen ziry haunted nyke rȳ ao se nyke dōrī teptan se bonf iā muña should emagon lēda zirȳla tala iā chance, se iksan vaoreznuni"

Daughter....i love you, i do... im sorry that i do not show it but - you must understand how hard it was to look at your face after Daemon left me, the pain of it haunted me through you and i never gave the bonf a mother should have with her daughter a chance, and i am sorry.

Visneya simply nodded her head and moved forward, she had heard nothing new today, it was the same old argument she seemed to hve with her mother everyother day.

"Senya!" she heard Jace call as she walked down the halls, she wouldnmt stop, she couldn't. She just wanted to get away. "Visenya!" he called again, finally catching up. He placed his hand on his shoulder stopping her. "What happened?" he asked.

"Nothing, it was the same as usual, that's' all" he nodded his head, seeing hse didnt want to talk.

"Here I stole some of the cake from the party-your party" he pulled out two slices of cake wrapped in napkins from his pockets, "we can go to your chambers and eat them if you want" his eyes had a longing in them, hope.

She nodded her head, walking towards her chamber door. They ate in silence, relaxing in each other's company.

"I'll miss you" he spoke suddenly, his voicebraking.

"And i'll miss you" she replied, taking his hand "ill miss you all" she said, turning to face him, hand in hers. "I'll miss everyone," she smiled.

"No '' Jace shook his head, "i'll miss you" his eyes had such a sotrng loinging in them, a longing she now finally realsied was for her? He leant forward, leaning in to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, jerking back.

Jace grew flustered, a blush coming to his face, "i-im sorry, i-i thought that!-"

"You thought wrong! Gods jace....i" she sighed, he was hurt, "i am to be wed, and mother is planning an bethrotahl between you a Baela, i- we can not and i do- i don't look at you that way"

Her heart broke at the look on his face, "perhaps it's best if you leave"

He nodded his head and left.

She was confused, Jace had never been like this with her, at least she didnt think so. Their mother had never hinted or asked for them to consider the chance of marrying eachother. In fact she seemed quite opposed to the idea. Perhaps Daemon had mentioned something, he had taken Jace to a tour of brothels for his last nameday. She had heard that he had only picked one to bed, a woman with silver hair and violet eyes, one that looked very similar to her. Even made replicas of her clothing and responded to her name. Creepy. She had known of childhood crushes on her, Aegon had been obsessed with ehr as a child, and prepas now, if his letters were any inclination. But Jace? It was just straight up confsuing.

"syt qogralbar sake, qubāje Brōzio Tubis mirre!" she mumbled falling back onto her bed.

for fuck sake, worst birthday ever!

The next few days were spent relatively alone. Her youngst brothers her only company. Before she knew it it was the day they were leaving. Her room was fully packed, only the base furniture remained. It was funny she hadn't even lived her a year and there would be no trace of her ever being her. She had no fond memories of this place. She doubted she would miss it.

Now winterfell she did miss. She missed Creagn. He had become her closest friend and confidont. But he was a thousand leagues away, it took an age to receive and send letters. She hoped one day she could visit, meet the child in his wifes belly and see him as lord of winterfell. If his uncle ever stopped being power hungry and actually gave his nephew his birthright.

"Tala" she heard her mother call out, " we are about to leave".

she should be exicted, years and longing to be with Aemond and yet suddently years of fustration filled her, yeards of letters sent and no reply.

she was to be his wife in a moons time, a moon of celebrations, fo tourneys and feasts.

but she didnt know him, not anymore, the last she had seen him, and spoke to him was that fatefull night at winterfell.

for all she knew he had become like Aegon, or he had stayed exaclty the same. or worse she had become something, somone she knew nothing about.

she knew there would be changes, with Aegon and Heleana married with children. she feared going back, and yet she knew it was her home. A home she never wanted to leave, but she feared she wouuld retun and feel even more alone than she did here.

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madame-fear · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ☆ amira speaks : not taking requests for him!

: ̗̀➛ Probably the most gentle boyfriend ever. Literally becomes a protective softie around you.

: ̗̀➛ His kisses would mostly be hand + knuckle kissing, or simply would kiss you either on your forehead or the top of your head.

: ̗̀➛ His nicknames for you would be mostly in High Valyrian, such as: ‘gevie rūklon’ [ pretty flower ], ‘byka genes’ [ little mouse ], ‘Issa qēlos’ [ my star ]. Obviously he would also give you some nicknames in English [ my love, darling, sweet dear ], but he prefers to show you his love with nicknames in the Valyrian language.

: ̗̀➛ Literally shows you off constantly and would talk about you with everyone. He's a bit too proud of his girl.

: ̗̀➛ Always holding your hand gently when you're in the same room together, or are sitting next to each other in an event.

: ̗̀➛ His mother Alicent and his sister Helaena absolutely loving you, and being their literal besties. You even help Helaena take care of her children, and you'd mostly spend time together.

: ̗̀➛ Aegon would also take a liking for you. Occasionally if he gets too drunk he'll try to flirt with you, but you managed to ignore and tolerate him — while Aemond simply gives his elder brother some death glares.

: ̗̀➛ Everytime you're talking to him — or simply enjoying each other's presence — he'll lovingly tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, while he stares at you admiringly.

: ̗̀➛ Look at Vhagar for a few seconds — or briefly mention her — and he'll, right away, take you to see her. The One Eyed prince is rather proud of his grand dragon, so he will be more than thrilled to show you off Vhagar, and even, allow you to pet her.

: ̗̀➛ Also !! Dragonrides with him, hell yeah. He'd absolutely love to spoil you by helping you get on top of Vhagar, and going on a ride together. He'll be pretty satisfied when he sees you enjoying yourself.

: ̗̀➛ I know he'd be highly overprotective of you. Would be by your side everytime, and if someone gets a bit too aggressive while you're there, he'll literally step up in front of you in a protective manner — 'cause you're his babegirl, and he'll defend you to no end.

: ̗̀➛ Would most probably like to show off his skills with swordtraining, especially if you're there watching and cheering for him.

: ̗̀➛ Even if he knows you're deeply faithful and loyal to him, sometimes, he can't help but get a bit jealous when he sees someone having the audacity to flirt with you, or leaning too close to you.

: ̗̀➛ ^ and in those moments, he'll go to you, and would wrap an arm around your waist while he calls you sweet endearing names just so the other person can see you're his, and only his.

: ̗̀➛ Teaches you how to read in High Valyrian, if you wish. He'll also read books written in the Valyrian language outloud for you.

: ̗̀➛ I think Aemond would most definitely love to always gift you small things you can have around you to keep him around close when he's not in the same room as you are, such as necklaces, brooches, earrings, those type of things.

: ̗̀➛ Or perhaps he'd simply gift you a book, or would leave a rose on your nightstand with a little love note next to it.

: ̗̀➛ Just the sweetest, and more overprotective boyfriend in general. He'd always try to show you in one way or another that he treasures you deeply.

: ̗̀➛ even if he's a softie he can be kinky..... if u want...... 👀

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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A Lover's Revenge

pairing: Fanon!Aegon Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Blacks win and are holding Aegon hostage while his wife Saera and their son Aenar were confined in their chambers according to Saera's mother's orders, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Word count: 4,6K

Warnings: Angst, poisoning, heartbreak, imprisonment, incest

"Open the door" Saera demanded banging her fists against the wooden door. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming and her hands were red from hitting the wood so hard for so long.

"Mommy?" Aenar's sweet voice made her pause. She took a deep breathe trying to compose herself. She wiped away the tears streaming down her face and turned to face her son laying on her bed. His little fists were rubbing the sleep away as he sat up on the bed.

"Issa byka jorrāelagon" My little love, Saera's nickname for her son. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge and picked the three years old to place him on her lap with shaky hands. She rested his head on her chest and rubbed her back guiding him back to the world of the living, Aenar has always had trouble waking up and usually it took him a little over ten minutes to focus on the world around him.

"Where is, Kepa?" he questioned raising his violet eyes up to look at his mother. Like any other child he was asking for his father having been separated from him for many days now. Saera's eyes filled with tears at the mention of her beloved husband, so wronged and imprisoned for crimes he was forced to commit for her and their child's sake.

"He will be here soon, issa byka jorrāelagon" Saera whispered against his hair. She swayed from side to side as the minutes ticked by. She heard footsteps approach the room which caused panic to rise inside of her. Was it her mother here to take Aenar to kill as revenge for Luce? no she could not possibly, he was her grandson.

"Shhh" Saera whispered calming the squirming three years old. She pushed herself up from the bed and moved to the corner leaning against it, she had no weapon to protect her child and herself with. They had taken her valyrion steel dagger that Aegon gifted her the night before their wedding. There was not even a cup to hurl on the attackers if they came too close.

The doors unlocked and Rhaenyra walked in with her golden crown on her head. She searched the room for her daughter and her heart broke at the sight of her leaning against a corner while holding her son tightly in her embrace.

"You are not afraid of me are you?" Rhaenyra asked taking a step closer to Saera. The latter tensed up making the Queen halt her movement. Rhaenyra gulped and looked at the babe in her daughter's arms making her heart melt, her daughter was a mother now, only if Aegon was not the father.

"What do you want? To take Aenar from me like you took Aegon?" Saera's words were laced with poison. The Queen flinched at the coldness of her daughter.

"He usurped my throne" Rhaenyra defended herself. Aenar whimpered hearing the loud voice of a woman he did not know. He was born just after Luce's death and with the war happening there was no way of communication between mother and daughter.

"He did not want, he tried smuggling us out but we got caught" Saera yelled back. Aenar hid his face in his mother's neck feeling the tension raise in the room.

"He shall be punished for his crimes" Rhaenyra did not back up. Saera felt like someone threw a bucket of ice cold water on her. Her arms trembled as she slowly settled her son down on the floor on his own little feet and he buried his face in her skirts afraid of the woman yelling at his mother.

"What are you going to do to him?" Saera asked. Rhaenyra noticed the shakiness in her daughter's voice which made her even more angry, how can her daughter fall for the man who stole her mother's throne. Tears gathered in Saera's eyes but she refused to show them to her mother, she was not a child anymore and she had Aenar to protect now.

"He shall be beheaded for usurping my crown" Rhaenyra answered. Her head held high to show her authority. Saera removed Aenar's small fists from her gown and moved a step closer to her mother hiding her son behind her.

"If you inflict a simple scratch on him you will loose me forever" Saera threatened. She was no idiot and knew her mother had the same weakness as her, her children were the most precious treasures to her.

"What are you saying?" Rhaenyra asked. Her strong demeanour fell as her eyes widened in surprise. Saera turned around picked up her child and held him close to her body feeling every muscle in her body tremble and shake in fear but she will not show it in front of the woman that birthed her and raised her.

"What I am saying is that if you hurt Aegon I will disinherit you as my mother and as Aenar's grandmother" Saera responded. Rhaenyra felt weak under her daughter's threat so she just turned around and left the room feeling weak in the knees, she already lost Visenya before she could even see the world and Luce, Jace was still so young and handsome, she cannot handle another lose.

Saera paced around the room wanting nothing but for Aegon to step into the room and hold her into his arms, to comfort her like he did when she suffered a miscarriage a couple of months ago. She wanted to hear his sweet and encouraging words whispered into her ear.

Her head snapped in the direction of the window when she heard yelling and screaming. She hurried over as quietly as possible to not wake Aenar after she was finally able to convince him to go down for a nap after it got interrupted earlier.

She leaned down and watched as people from the common folk yell and scream. Her eyes widened and her heart stopped at the sight of two guards dragging Aegon in chains out of the doors and towards what looked like another guard ready to behead him. Her eyes trailed to the stage where she saw her mother stand with the new members of the small council watching.

"No" Saera stepped away from the window unable to watch. She turned to look at Aenar, he was too young to be orphaned. She gulped and sat down beside him on the bed knowing this was the end. There was no other way.

She reached under the pillow and pulled out a small vial filled with clear liquid but it was no water. She pulled it open, if Aegon dies so does she, that was the promise they made to one another on their wedding night. Their marriage was unique, it was out of love after Saera helped Aegon out of his miserable life Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen inflicted on him and his siblings.

She took a deep breath before downing the content of the vial. She closer her eyes as the bitter taste filled her mouth and forced herself not to throw up. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her son's head before cuddling up to him wanted her last moments to be with him.

She head the doors to her room open but she was too far gone to raise her head and look. She heard muffled sounds but her eyes closed before she could look and see who was interrupting her death. She felt Aenar squirm against her hold and soon escape it with a little muffled cry from his lips before her world ended existing.

From Rhaenyra's reaction to seeing Aenar Saera was sure that her mother will take care of her son and he will face no harm no matter how old he will grow to be and no matter who his father was, Rhaenyra viewed him as her grandson and not the son of the enemy.

Daemon smirked at the guards stationed in front of his step-daughter's bedchambers. She was the only on of Rhaenyra's children with platinum blonde hair however her brown eyes showed her true heritage. The guards bowed to the prince consort and opened the doors with no question.

Daemon had to admit that his heart softened at the mother and son cuddled up together in their sleep. He remembered Aegon his son and Viserys who were in their nursery with their wet nurses. He had arranged for Aenar to stay with them being close in age as soon as Saera calmed down and remembered that her loyalties lie with Rhaenyra the true Queen and not Aegon.

"Saera, come there is a matter you are needed for" Daemon called. He frowned a little when he noticed Saera open her eyes that looked dazed and out of focus.

"Saera, wake up" The Prince consort demanded. Saera merely glanced at him before her eyes began to close. Aenar woke up from the sound of his voice and wiggled out of his mother's arms.

"Muña" Aenar called. Seeing the stranger in the room her grabbed his mother's shoulders and began shaking her but she did not wake up.

Daemon grew concerned and made his way over to the bed. Little Aenar let out a small scream seeing the stranger approach. The doors opened again and the guards burst into the room with their swords out and ready to intervene.

"Take him to the nursery" Daemon ordered. He reached to touch Saera's hair only for a tiny hand to grab his much larger hand and push it away. Aenar threw himself on top of his mother covering her head with his small body and sobbed into her hair trying to protect her from the stranger in their room.

"Come, my prince" one of the guards wrapped an arm around Aenar and pulled him off Saera. Aenar screamed and kicked his small legs trying to push the guard away but he was too small and weak to do any damage other than some scratches on the guard's hands.

"Saera" Daemon threaded his fingers through her hair and pushed it out of her face since it covered it through Aenar's tantrum. Daemon's heart started beating faster with fear when he received no answer, she was not his blood daughter but he loved her as such.

"Wake up, my dear" He pushed her on her back. A small clinking sound caught his attention. He looked down to see a small vial rolling on the floor and deadly.

"Someone call a maester!" Daemon yelled. The remaining guard ran without a second thought. Daemon moved Saera on her back and her head over the pillows. He reached to touch her neck feeling a weak pulse but that did not make him any calmer, he was scared for the young girl of nineteen, still young and having a lot to explore. He eyed the window and made the decision this was the fastest way. He ran over and looked down to find Rhaenyra already looking up expecting the screams of her daughter at hearing the news of her summoning to the execution of her husband, Rhaenyra wanted to show the people that Saera was on her side. The Queen's eyes filled with confusion when she saw her husband peak out of the window.

"Poison, she drank poison" Daemon yelled for her to hear. The Queen's heart sank at the news and she felt like time stopped for a couple of second. What broke her out of her trance was a scream tearing from Aegon's throat as he fell to his knees with the two guards still holding his arms that were in chains.

"Bring him" Rhaenyra demanded. She made her off the stage and ran back into the castle. She would rather die than outlive yet another one of her children. The guards pulled Aegon back on his feet and moved to follow the Queen.

Rhaenyra burst into the room of her only daughter freezing at the sight of her so pale with a maester above her trying to shove something down her throat. Daemon did not hesitate to wrap an arm around his wife and pull her close. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest.

"Let me go" Aegon demanded as he stepped into the room. He was fighting the guards and cuffs on his wrists. His eyes were filled with tears. Rhaenyra waved a hand giving a silent command. The guards undid the cuffs and let Aegon go.

He scrambled on the unoccupied side of the bed and took a hold of Saera's hand clutching it to his chest as if his life depended on it. He remembered the time her hand almost crush his in this position as she birthed their son, Aenar. Aenar! Where was he?

"Where is our son?" Aegon's head snapped in Daemon's direction. The prince consort was not shocked at the outburst from Aegon, during his stay in the dungeon he asked about his wife and son more times than he can count on his hands.

"Safe with the other children" Daemon answered. Aegon nodded satisfied with the answer and turned to his wife. She moaned in pain, no matter how much it hurt Aegon to see her like this it filled him with relief to see her still reacting and alive.

"Give me a bowl" The maester ordered the guards now standing at the door with no purpose. One of them reached towards a fruit bowl and dumped the fruits on the table before walking over to the maester handing it to him. The maester placed it beside Saera's head just in time for her head to turn and vomit to come gushing out of her mouth.

"What is happening?" Rhaenyra asked worriedly. She stalked over to the bed and watched her daughter throw up. Aegon was quick with his movement and pulled Saera's hair back like he used to do when she had morning sickness at the beginning of her pregnancy.

"Her body is disposing of the poison, I gave her a medicine for that purpose" The maester answered his Queen. Saera coughed a couple of times before leaning back against the pillows. Her eyes immediately met those of Aegon who had a small smile on his face not wanting to worry her anymore.

"Aegon?" She questioned. She tightened her grip on his hand wanting to make sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination.

"I am here, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon pulled up their intertwined hands up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. Saera let out a disbelieved laugh and pulled him down to hug him.

"Shhh, Issa jorrāelagon, I am here" Aegon whispered comfortingly in her ear. Rhaenyra and Daemon watched he interaction between the two feeling conflicted on what should be done now. Rhaenyra knew now that her daughter's threat was not empty and she would truly deprive her of her last living daughter.

"I was so scared when I saw them taking you to be beheaded" Saera whispered. Aegon pulled away and looked down at her face with teary eyes. He did not want to die knowing she would follow him one way or another.

"I missed you, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon whispered wanting to take her mind off his execution. He imagined that Rhaenyra would go forth with it once Saera looked away for a second.

"So did I and īlva byka zaldrīzes-" Saera answered. Our little dragon, where was he? her head snapped around the room noticing her son was no where to be found.

"Where is he?" Saera asked or more like demanded. She pushed herself up into a sitting position ignoring the maester's cries and demands for her to lie back down.

"He is alright" Aegon whispered. Only then did Saera relax, he was the only person she trusted in that room and Daemon saw that.

"Bring prince Aenar" Daemon ordered the useless guards. They bowed and left to do as commanded.

"Why did you do it?" Rhaenyra finally asked. Saera turned to look at her mother with zero emotions on her face but the Queen noticed the deadly grip Saera had on Aegon's hand. He raised their hands and placed another kiss there to calm his furious wife.

"You already know the answer" Saera responded. Rhaenyra sighed and sat down on the bed. She took Saera's hand into her own, her daughter tried pulling away but Rhaenyra only held on harder.

"Forgive me" Rhaenyra's words shocked everyone in the room, even Daemon. Saera turned to look at her mother to find her teary eyes and her lower lip trembling.

"I will not forgive you until you leave me and my family alone" Saera hissed pulling her hand out of her mother's grip. She leaned her head on Aegon's shoulder feeling her body weaken even more. Aegon wrapped an arm around her shoulders keeping her close and his other hand kept a hold on hers. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of her head, he closed his eyes trying to remember her smell for when they execute him it would be the last thing he imagines.

"Kepa! Muña!" Aenar’s sweet voice broke the silence. Aegon's head snapped in his son's direction feeling relief fill his body seeing him healthy and alright after the many days they spent apart. Aegon pulled away from Saera and let the guard place his son in his arms.

"My darling boy" Aegon hugged Aenar close to his body. He finally let his tears fall down his cheeks as he hugged his son tightly. Rhaenyra's heart clenched at the sight, she wished that was her and her lost children but at the same time she was glad at least someone was able to have this reunion.

"Kepa, I missed you so much" Aenar giggled pulling away from his father. He placed his small hands on Aegon's face. His little brow furrowed at the sight of the tears on his father's cheeks. Aegon chuckled at his son along with Saera who had a hand on Aegon's shoulder rubbing it lightly trying to comfort him.

"Really? How much?" Aegon asked teasingly. Saera let out a small giggle as her free hand attempted to wipe the tears off Aegon's face,

"This much" Aenar held open his arms as much as he could almost hitting Saera in the face. Aegon laughed lightly and pulled his son in for another hug. He looked up at his half sister awaiting her to command the guards to take him back to yard for his execution.

"Tell the people there will be no beheading today and lock Prince Aegon here" Rhaenyra ordered. Daemon was about to protest but she silenced him with a singular glare. She glanced one last time at her daughter who had a grateful look on her face. The guards bowed to their Queen and left the room.

"Rest now, Dōna hāedar" Rhaenyra reached over to push some of Saera's hair behind her ear. Saera nodded her head and turned to look at her husband and son. Sweet girl, she has not heard that nickname in many years now. Rhaenyra stood up from the bed and made her way towards the door.

"Your grace" She paused by door at the sound of her brother's voice. She turned around to find him looking at her, all the hatred she once saw was all gone and replaced with happiness.

"Thank you, your grace for showing mercy. I swear to you and the seven it was not my intention" Aegon stood up from the bed and walked over to his sister. She reached up to touch his cheek noticing the small flinch when she raised her hand and she felt a new wave of hate fill her towards Alicent.

"I admit I did it for my daughter but how can you steal a throne with no intentions?" Rhaenyra's question hit the couple hard. Saera pulled Aenar close to her body and hugged him.

"That is a story for another time" Aegon nodded as a hint for her in Aenar's direction. Rhaenyra gave a weak smile and patted his cheek before leaving the room.

"Issa jorrāelagon, come" Saera called. Aegon's heart soared at the sound of her voice. He walked back over to the bed and laid down beside his wife who had a soft smile on her face.

"Muña, I am tired" Aenar whined leaning his head on his mother's chest.

"Do you do anything other than sleep, sweet boy?" Saera teased giggling. Aegon kissed her cheek trying to enjoy these moments when the future was so mysterious to them now.

"I need you to be strong, Saera" Aegon mumbled against her hair. Saera gulped and looked at him through the mirror, hating the defeated look in his eyes. Rhaenyra has summoned the both of them to the throne room along with Aenar.

"I made you a promise-" Saera began turning around to face him. Aegon stopped her speech by placing a finger to her lips when they became face to face. His other hand grabbed her cheek softly.

"I know and I forgive you if you break it but we cannot leave Aenar parentless, he is too young to be alone" Aegon whispered. He leaned his forehead on her own. Saera had to push down the sob that threatened to fall from her lips. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy what she imagined would be their last moments together. Silent tears rolled down her red cheeks and Aegon was quick to wipe them.

"Muña, are you ready?" Aenar's sweet voice broke the two apart. Saera plastered a fake smile on her face as Aenar ran into his father's arms. Aegon placed him on his hip and one of his arms secured him on it. His other extended for Saera to grab his hand.

They walked down the hallways hand in hand while Aenar held onto his father's neck giggling in his ear. Aegon was glad that the last thing he would hear would be his son's giggles if Rhaenyra decided to behead him. Aegon squeezed Saera's hand as they stepped into the room, Rhaenyra was sitting on the iron throne with Daemon by her side along with Cregan Stark, Jace's closest companion, as her new hand despite his young age.

"Be strong" Aegon whispered to Saera. She swallowed the lump in her throat watching her mother's every move. Aenar gave Daemon a shy smile before burying his head in his father's neck.

"Seeing as my daughter has healed I deemed it time for you to answer to your crimes, Prince Aegon" Rhaenyra's voice boomed around the room showing her authority. Saera closed her eyes wanting nothing but for the ground to swallow her whole. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a loud roar, it was Cannibal's roar, he was not chained in the dragonpit as she had imagined they would do to her dragon and that made hope fill her being. Her eyes met those of Daemon who broke his ice cold expression to give her a small smile before turning to Rhaenyra, it was no secret that Daemon wanted Aegon dead and if he could he would kill him now with Dark sister.

"I will accept whatever punishment you deem worthy for my crimes, your grace" Aegon turned around and handed Aenar to Saera which forced them to break their intertwined hands in the process. Aenar hugged his mother tightly still not knowing what was happening around him. Aegon placed a quick kiss on his son's forehead before his eyes met those of Saera.

"Be strong" He repeated in a mumble. He placed a kiss on her forehead before turning to his sister.

"But please do not do it in front of my wife and son" Aegon begged. Rhaenyra turned to look at Daemon who flashed her his famous smirk.

"Very well" Rhaenyra waved her hand. Daemon approached Saera and Aenar with his face void of any emotions again. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the room. Saera paused in front of the door to look one last time at Aegon who was already facing her with a sad smile on his face.

"Will she kill him?" Saera questioned as the doors closed. Daemon paused his walking.

"I do not know" Daemon lied. Saera moved to sit on a bench beside the doors. Daemon turned to face her shocked, he never imagined she would want to see her husband's dead body.

"What are you doing?" Daemon asked. He moved to stand in front of her. Saera looked up at him as she settled Aenar in her lap who was distracted by playing with her hair.

"Waiting for my husband" Saera answered. She turned her attention to her son.

"Saera, please return to your room" Daemon pleaded. He crouched so they would be face to face.

"No, I will wait for Aegon here along with Aenar" Saera snapped. Her eyes were filled with anger, the same anger she had when she looked at him the day of her poisoning.

"Saera, your mother only wants what is best for you and Aenar" Daemon tried justifying. Saera glared down at him refusing to look away as if this was a staring contest.

"Is that by making me a widow and Aenar an orphan?" Saera sarcastically asked. Aenar's head snapped up at the mention of his name.

"What is an orphan?" Aenar questioned. Saera's eyes moved to look at her son. She did not know what to answer but she did not have to since Aenar had another question, a more heartbreaking question, "Where is Kepa? Why did he not come with us?"

"He has some business, Aenar" Daemon responded. Aenar knew now that this was his step-grandfather, he still did not understand how they were related but at the same time not related at all.

"What business? When will he be back?" Aenar questioned. He twisted in Saera's lap to face Daemon and placed his small hands on Daemon's face to keep his focus on him. Before Daemon could answer the doors to the throne room opened making Saera snap her head in that direction expecting to see guards dragging Aegon's corpse but was shocked to see him walking out on his own two feet and with a smile on his face.

"Aegon" Saera stood up feeling like she was dreaming. Aegon's smile grew in size and he stalked over. Daemon stood up straight again and moved to the side to give the family their space. Aegon immediately took Aenar from Saera and hugged him tightly.

"She pardoned me, we will be leaving for Dragonstone, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon spoke. Saera sighed in relief and leaned her head on his shoulder which was not occupied by Aenar. Aegon wrapped his free arm around her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Let us hope you will not usurp Saera's throne next" Daemon hissed glaring at his nephew. Saera's head snapped up to look at Daemon shocked, she knew that Joffery will not inherit the throne because he was not pureblooded and sickly but there was still Aegon her brother, and Viserys.

"Me?" Saera questioned confused.

"Queen's orders" Daemon shrugged his shoulders. Saera turned to look at Aegon fearing what consequences will this decision bring with it.

"Be strong" Aegon whispered for the third time that day. Saera nodded and pulled him down for a kiss missing his lips during the time he spent inside the throne room. She was relieved that her mother showed them mercy and had a feeling that this act was the first step to bringing the family back together and rekindling with one another.

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