I literally just asked for a different one but I came up with another. Can you do a one shot where Aegon falls for the Maesters assistant who argues with the maester after asking the husband whether to save the wife or child and not the woman herself. He likes her fire and stubbornness and invites her to drink with him. They bond over trauma and stuff and he gets all suggestive saying oh the things I would do to you and that fire of yours… he then proceeds to ask her to marry him. Again is okay as she’s a 4th daughter to a high-ish lord. After the proposal starts though he goes on about how he would fan the flames to make them higher and any other man would put them out and that sort of stuff. It ends in them sharing a sweet kiss though
Don't even worry, I love getting multiple requests, especially when they're both such good prompts!!!! This one I really ended up enjoying, it was a lot of fun to write!!!!
The Maester's Assistant
Aegon sat next to Aemond, hand on his shoulder as they both grimaced at the screams coming from Aemond’s wife. This was the first of their babes, and Aegon knew it was taking all Aemond had to remain outside.
“Perhaps a drink will calm your nerves?” He suggested, offering his flask to him.
“I do not wish to drink; I wish for my wife to no longer be in pain.” Aemond spat, slamming his fist against the bench, and standing.
The door flew open and the maester hurried out, followed by a young woman. You were quite beautiful and had a furious look on your face.
You grabbed the maester’s sleeve. “The princess and her babe can be saved; we must change her position—”
The maester cut you off. “My prince, Lady Alyra is in great pain, I fear if she does not give birth soon, we shall have to chose between her or the child.”
“No, we will not, and even if that time comes, it should the princess’ choice, my prince. It is her life we are gambling with.” You said, standing between the maester and Aemond.
“If you kill me, I will haunt all of you and this wretched place for the rest of your lives.” Alyra screamed, her voice filling the hallway.
Aemond’s face drained of blood, and he pushed past them and into the birthing room. “Save my wife, we will have another child if she so wishes, but I will not lose her.”
Aegon stepped back from the door, thankful he was not the one having to deal with his goodsister.
“That is the twice you have spoken out of turn, you will remain outside until you are called for.” The maester hissed, pushing you further into the hall.
You stumbled and Aegon stepped forward, catching you. “Are you alright?”
You brushed off your skirts. “Yes, thank you.”
He offered you, his flask. “Quite bold to stand up to the maester like that, I admire a woman with fire.”
“I am working, I should not drink.”
He shook the flask, and you glanced back at the door.
The screams went silent, then a small cry rang out.
“It seems your work is finished for the day.” He smiled, flask still in his outstretched hand.
You sighed. “I will have a drink, but not from that, it would be inappropriate.”
Aegon tucked his flask away and held out his arm for you. “Perhaps I might escort the lady to the finest winery in the lands, then?”
“Oh, will we take your dragon to Highgarden then? I have always wished to ride a dragon; they seem to be magnificent creatures.”
He smirked, as he took your arm and led you down the hall. “There is no need to leave King’s Landing if you wish to ride a dragon, my quarters are just around the corner.”
You looked at him with a shocked look on your face, but his smirk stayed.
“Does that line every truly work?” You deadpanned once you recovered from his words.
“You would be surprised.” He said truthfully, thinking back on how many women had followed him back to his chambers after he uttered that line or one similar to it.
You raised an eyebrow. “I have no doubt I would.”
Aegon laughed and held the door to the kitchen open for you. “My lady.”
“Thank you, good sir.” You replied, your voice a performance of politeness.
Two hours later you found yourself leaning up against Aegon, one bottle of wine in your hands versus the two in Aegon’s.
“He treats me like a common child, I am a lady of the court, and I have worked hard to have this opportunity to study under him, but his methods are barbaric.”
Aegon nodded, his words slurred. “I have lived my entire life knowing my parents despise me, well I speak falsehoods I am not entirely sure my father knows I still exist. Either way, I have tried, and it is never enough for them.”
“That, my prince, is the burden all women face. We will never be good enough, never be worth more, even if our efforts say otherwise.” You clinked your bottle against one of his.
He dropped his, letting it roll away, and grabbed your free hand, pressing it to his lips. “Lady y/n, you fought for my goodsister today, you shall be my personal healer, if Alyra does not request you first.”
You pulled back your hand. “That is kind, my prince, but you are drunk and slobbering on my hand.” You wiped the back of your hand off on his tunic. “I doubt you will remember this come the morn.”
“That fire, that wit.” He caressed your cheek, suddenly seeming stone-cold sober. “If you would only allow me, I would fan that flame into an inferno.”
“Now, you are a poet?” You giggled, meeting his lavender eyes.
“If I was a poet, I would spend my time raving about your beauty, how it calls to me. How your tenacity, inspires action in others, and how your spirit of fire makes my heart and my cock yearn for the flames of your anger to turn upon me.” He leaned closer, his lips a hair breath from yours, brushing against them as he spoke. His voice was low and sent heat to your core.
Your face was flushed with warmth, your heart pounding in your chest. “I do not know what to say.”
“Say you will be mine, Lady y/n.” He said, placing your hand on his cheek and nuzzling into your touch.
“I have been likened to fire before, other men have crumbled and turned to ash.” You warned him, caught between a rush of affection and a rush of fear. Perhaps you had been foolish to follow the prince down here.
“I do not care, burn me, purify me in your flames until I emerge a man worthy of your affection.” His lips were kissing down your bent arm, and goosebumps followed their trail.
You gently removed your arm. “Prince Aegon, if you truly feel this way, find me tomorrow and ask again.” You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then left.
It was noon, and you were starting to believe your own fears, Aegon had sobered up and either forgotten his words or regretted them.
A frenzied knocking at the maester door sent you rushing to open it, fearing the worst.
Instead, Aegon stood there, hair wet, new clothes and a panicked look in his eyes.
“My prince? Is everything alright?” You asked, ushering him inside.
“Your favorite color is blue; it’s calming and reminds you of the ocean. You became a healer to help women and children survive not only the birthing bed, but the rest of their lives.” His words tumbled out and he grabbed your shoulders.
“Yes, these things are true. Do you feel sick?” You gently removed his hands.
He intertwined your hands and fell to his knees. “Y/N marry me, let me burn alongside you, I do not care if there are scorch marks, I will cherish each one.”
You started at him scanning his face, sincerity oozed from his very skin, and you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yes, yes, I will marry you.”
Aegon stood and pressed his lips to your temple. “My ember, I swear to you, I will spark a blaze within you, no other man will ever be able to step foot near you, no other touch will satisfy as mine does.”
“Loud voices often shout words they are not willing to back.” You teased.
He nipped at your earlobe. “I have no qualms about waiting, I shall take you on this table right now. The pleasure I give you will stoke your flames higher and higher until the table is nothing but charred wood and ash. Even then I will not stop, not until you are writhing beneath me, and the whole of the Keep hears that smart mouth of yours screaming my name.”
You could not deny his words had your heart racing, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He tasted of Dornish wine and citrus, his plush lips moving against yours with a skill that left you dizzy.
“My wife.” Aegon breathed against your lips, smile evident in his voice.
“My husband.” You echoed, placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.
“You shall be the greatest healer the realm has ever known, and I, your most valued patient.” He promised, pressing swift kisses all over your face and drawing a giggle from you.
“My favorite patient.” You smiled.
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