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multiverse-of-souls · 2 years

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@bythebonefire - 💞 💞 💞 💞 💞 for Sansby (post-game, Deltarune, private eye verse), Grillster, and SaffYarn :B

"Is it weird to look forward to future when y’ere facin’ a death sentence? maybe, mm’ body hurts, my soul aches and i know i’m gonna die. Think i knew a long time before grillby realized it may be a possibility, i could have opted for hospice care from the beginning, Probably would have if not for grillby.”

Even now he’s sprawled out in a hospital bed, the uncomfortable itch of a specialized needle in his soul each time it beat, the aching boredom that came with being laid out for once not of his own accord. The familiar antiseptic smell.

“but he makes it worth prolonging this even if i know how it’ll end, i dun’ pretend not to, least not to myself. Part of me welcomes it, it’s not easy but i’m used to that, another day. another battle.”

he snickers a little to himself, alone in his room, he’s sure a nurse would be in to check on him soon. He wonders who’d it be, they were all nice but he was the most fond of this pink fish lady, if solely because she liked puns nearly as much as toriel.

“Wonder if he’d let write some puns into my eulogy? hehe, bet i could get a few chuckles.”

“I wouldn’t think there’s much to say, he’s a fantastic guy, i’d been in his bar plenty of times before we’d really gotten to talking and he’d always been really nice...”

and kinky, very kinky, both of them were of course. But he had never expected grillby to be just as into it as he was, Hell he’d provided most of the more lewd ideas that they had either enacted on or were saving for a later date, just the thought had him flushed blue.

“I don’t know if i would have had ever had the courage to actually ask him out on a date though, So when he did, it might as well have been a dream come true and this thought hasn’t changed! if anything. it’s gotten even more applicable while we’ve been dating.”

“It’s an odd experience to think about finally doin’ somethin’ for myself, used to helpin’ other people, To helpin’ paps. S’all good to, Makes me happy but pursuin’ this relationship makes me happy to and i like bein’ able to spoil him, Doesn’ make a dent in my life and frankly there’s nothing quite as nice as seeing how his flames light up when he realizes he’s gonna get spoiled again.”

There’s a pause of consideration before he adds.

“Huh...wonder if that basically makes me a sugar daddy.”

..you know what, he was okay with that to, grillby really was worth it.

He fiddled with his hands, singular eye light shifting to the side, hoping for any kind of distraction though it was hard to ignore the rushing of his soul in his chest, quick and so clearly full of love that made it impossible to ignore the bright purple flush that had coated his cheekbones and after a moment, he sighed and he allowed himself to speak, comforted only in knowing that not a single person could understand wingdings and that to anyone else. it’d be gibberish

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎⚐︎💣︎✌︎☠︎❄︎✋︎👍︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☞︎✌︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎🕯︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☼︎✡︎📪︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ ☝︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎📬︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎📪︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎🕯︎💧︎ 💧︎✌︎😐︎☜︎

(I AM CERTAINLY NOT THE ROMANTIC THAT SANS WAS, HE WAS FAR BETTER WITH PEOPLE THEN I'LL EVER BE BUT ALL I CAN DO IS TRY, NOW THAT HE'S GONE. I HAVE TO, FOR GRILLBY'S SAKE)

his eye light wandered to a picture on his desk of all three of them, sans the ever jubilant of the three grinning wide holding an absolutely massive bottle of ketchup in both hands, grillby stoic but clearly amused and himself. Fond if slightly rolling his eye light at his best friends love of such a condiment.

✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☞︎ ☟︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✋︎ ☹︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📪︎ ✋︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎📬︎📬︎✌︎❄︎ ☹︎☜︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎☞︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎📪︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎👌︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎❄︎📪︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✋︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕆︎🏱︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎✌︎☝︎☜︎📬︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☼︎☜︎✌︎👎︎✡︎ 👎︎✌︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎📪︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✋︎☠︎👍︎☹︎🕆︎👎︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎📬︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ✋︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ☜︎✠︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✋︎☹︎☹︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✡︎☜︎✌︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✋︎❄︎✍︎ ✋︎ ☞︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☝︎☼︎✋︎☹︎☹︎👌︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎📪︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎✡︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ☠︎✋︎👍︎☜︎📪︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☼︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎🕈︎😐︎🕈︎✌︎☼︎👎︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✋︎👍︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎💧︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎☹︎✋︎👎︎✌︎✡︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 💣︎☜︎💣︎⚐︎☼︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎📬︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎✡︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 💧︎✌︎👎︎

(I WONDER IF HE KNEW HOW MUCH I LOVED HIM, I NEVER TOLD HIM...AT LEAST NOT IN THIS LIFE I DIDN'T, MAYBE I DID IN A PAST RESET, BY THE TIME I EVEN THOUGHT OF WORKING UP THE COURAGE. HE WAS ALREADY DATING GRILLBY, I THINK HE KNEW THOUGH, HE MADE SURE TO FIND WAYS TO INCLUDE ME. EVEN IN WAYS I CERTAINLY DIDN'T EXPECT. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS AND WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT? I FELL FOR GRILLBY TO, I'M STILL NOT CERTAIN WHETHER HE PLANNED IT THIS WAY OR IT WAS JUST A HAPPY ACCIDENT BUT IT'S BEEN NICE, WE ARE STILL RATHER AWKWARD AT THE BEST OF TIMES. IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN SANS TO BREAK THE ICE AND I FIND HE STILL IS, EVERY HOLIDAY, EVERY LETTER, EVERY MEMORY TOLD. HAPPY OR SAD)

he rests his head on his desk now, arms folded under him and manages a quiet laugh.

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎☼︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎👎︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎📪︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ✌︎ 👌︎✌︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎👎︎📪︎ ✋︎ ☟︎⚐︎🏱︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎

(I AM NOT ONE TO DISRESPECT THE DEAD, BUT SANS, MY DEAREST FRIEND. YOUR A BASTARD, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT)

it was even rarer he cursed, but he’s certain he could hear sanses laugh if he’d heard him say that.

"maybe it’s just me trying to be short and sweet but...he’s the only one i’ve felt safe enough to have sex with, he was my first and i don’t know if i’ve ever told him that.”

#The quiet snowfall (Asks)#Down' down the mountain (IC)#The judge (Sans)#I welcome the sun on my weary bones (Post-game verse ~ Sans)#We lost the sun' but only for a time (Deltarune AU ~ Sans)#Eclipsed in the city of hopes and dreams (Private eye AU ~ Sans)#Oh don't you dare look back' Just Keep your eyes on me (Underlust AU ~ Sans)#Of the void (Gaster)#I'm home (Post-game verse ~ Gaster)#Bonfire of the underground' Hope of snowdin (Grillby ~ bythebonefire)#The warmth of my soul when it was all to cold (Sans x Grillby ~ bythebonefire)#The flame to my heart of wax' Melting me slowly (Saffron ~ bythebonefire)#bythebonefire #terminal illness tw #suggestive.#//if only because of the DT boys AGAIN #//horny gremlins

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Mother Knows No Bounds

prompt: you are Rhaenyra's daughter, married to Prince Aemond, and the subject of Alicent's hatred. one day, she takes it too far.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader technically Velaryon!wife!reader, but you can pick and choose

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 5.7k+

note: 10,000 points to your Hogwarts House if you can find the Lord of the Rings quote

warnings: cursing, vilified!Alicent, Aemond needs his big brother. descriptions of potentially triggering content: miscarriages, natural abortions, toxic family being toxic; um is this technically neglect? abuse? potentially triggering description of medical phenomenons, i guess OC Aemond ?

please note again and do not proceed if you are triggered by any of the following content: descriptions of potentially triggering content: miscarriages, natural abortions, involuntary termination, depiction of medical procedure.

you are not missing anything by skipping this, please value your comfort!

The city had come to a screeching halt the moment extreme temperatures skyrocketed, citizens unable to bear the scorching sun during waking, working hours. It was only the brave, stupid, poor, or accommodated persons that dared venture about their lives when the heat index had tripled; silent, since the heat was so sweltering, nobody wanted to add to it by talking. Even the animals were quiet and scarce around the streets, most seeking shelter under any shade they could find.

Women skinny dipped. Children ran around without their clothes. Men forewent any and all armor, most even going shirtless.

The guards were on short patrols and constantly rotated to try and save them from heatstroke. The fishermen all left port to spend time on the water since it was cooler than being on land. Whores wore less than ever before. Vendors constructed makeshift fans for their own air current.

The temperature spike was truly murderous. At dusk, gravediggers traveled the city with a bell and horse-toted cart, announcing if anyone wanted their dead disposed of, now was the time. The heat caused any elderly to dehydrate, their hearts simply stopping; and for young children to overheat and catch too-high fevers.

It was a dreadful time to be alive in King's Landing because the city had next to no coverage, so, the sun beat down on citizens in a suffocating, unbearable, offensive manner. None stood a chance: the young, old, rich, poor, everyone was a target.

For some reason, the fat Lords of the Realm had demanded the King hold court to voice their complaints; temperatures making many operate on short fuses. However, due to his sickly, deteriorating state and wicked weather, King Viserys was unable to sit the Throne; the responsibility falling onto the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower. And because she was Queen, his daughter, Alicent was always in attendance.

Yet for some reason, she had sent guards and servants to retrieve her children - including you.

You'd been married to Aemond about 21 months, and while a seemingly short time, certain single days felt more like three when loved by a man you considered your best friend. You had known the One Eyed Prince back when he had no need for an eyepatch, sapphire, or silly nickname, and for years, you were decent friends before growing to attach at the hip. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, and best of all, he was a wildly good listener. Even as a child, he didn't talk too much, but still more than he did now; and all his life, he was simply a listener. It made for a peaceful and trustworthy marriage.

21 months of marriage, and now, (almost) 7 months pregnant.

Aemond was over the moon with pride, joy, and excitement when you told him the news. He was eager to meet the babe, and the moment he learned, Aemond started gathering whatever material and furniture he could. He commissioned 11 Septas to knit a series of baby blankets; most with Targaryen colors and / or design. Otto was happy to see his grandson looking forward to married life, and Helaena was elated for you both. She's always liked you like a sister, always thought you were kind, just, and fair, with a healthy balance of being stubborn - all topped off with heaping loyalty. To everyone's surprise, even Aegon sincerely offered congratulations to you both when you broke the joyful news, telling you and Aemond he was excited to meet his newest niece or nephew.

However, amongst the fanfare and triumph, two women remained permanently dismayed by the entire marriage that the prospect of a child genuinely angered them.

The first woman was your mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, but she was annoyed simply because she knew the Targaryen Curse was real and thought this was not something you should endure. You were her firstborn, her brightest star, her dearest love; she worried herself to the brim about you, and while she respected your marriage, she's never offered approval.

The second woman was Aemond's mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, who chose to silently seeth to herself (for a time) instead of voicing any opinion or emotion. Years ago, she and your mother were the closest of friends, and after she married Viserys, Alicent lost her friend and the tension has only festered from there. However, now that Rhaenyra was living on Dragonstone, you were the only person close enough to take the brunt end of Alicent's anger and she found new ways to project that. Simply put, she despised you - but she would've hated whoever "took" her (unofficial) favorite child "from" her; who became the leading lady in his life. Alicent's anger was justified, but only towards Rhaenyra - not you.

Yet communication and emotional intelligence was rare in this day.

Alicent knew you were innocent of everything. Yet somedays, she could not restrain her anger and would lash out like a dog chained-up; but you had thick skin. You always endured her quick jabs, sharp tongue, and snarling insults because you loved and respected Aemond too much to bite back at his mother. However, while most days, Alicent was amicable, some days, she was a downright bitch, and other days, she was absolutely diabolical.

Alicent's anger took over and when this happened, she was powerless towards impulse; resulting in usually terribly stressful events that honestly have no business being so fucking stressful - or even further, by becoming catastrophic. For example, years ago, when Luke cut Aemond's eye from his socket, she took the King's dagger from his person and tried to attack Rhaenyra. She ended up slicing the Crowned Princess' forearm, but far more damage was already done, and nothing would ever be the same.

Alicent's anger often blinded her and drove her to impulsive decisions or reactions, and this today, in this heatwave, she went too far.

You were sat in your bedchambers, Aemond at your side as you both listened to a sweating Grand Maester; both your hand and your husband's resting on the curve of your pregnant belly.

"Now, remember, Princess, in these conditions, it's important to lay low for the sake of your health and the baby's. Don't be on your feet in the heat too long, don't exert yourself, drink more water than you usually would, and rest as much as possible." He handed you a tea bag, explaining, "For the nerves before bed."

"Thank you," you agreed, taking what he offered. Aemond saw the Grand Maester out of your chambers as you sighed, using a handheld fan to wave cooler air over your face.

"It's criminal, this heat. Gotta get someone in here with a fan," Aemond mumbled to himself, leading you to a lounge chair to rest on. "Can I get you anything, sweet love?"

"Water, if you'd please," you smiled.

He agreed and stood, but just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Aemond permitted, moving to the table in the room to pour you a goblet of water. The guard who entered wasn't known to you by name, but Aemond greeted him casually, "Ser Mythos. What do we own this pleasure?"

"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."

"Do you know why?" Aemond grit.

"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."

"I've asked you why."

"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."

"Fuck's sake," you snapped, "we heard you! Yeah? Gods," you cursed, head tilted back in annoyance; eyes squeezing shut as your child kicked your bladder.

"The Queen has requested you both in the Throne Room, my Lady and my Prince."

Aemond glanced at you, sighed shortly through his nose, then turned to Ser Mythos to snap, "I will be along shortly, but my wife was told to rest in this heat for our baby's health. We'll need palms brought in for fanning."

"And the Queen has requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince, both of you. Both, my Prince, both."

Your eyes rolled, telling Aemond, "I think the Queen wants us both, my love." Then shifted your glare towards the messenger, sounding as tired as you looked, "All right, fine, fine, fine, fucking fine, give us a moment to dress and we will be there presently."

"My Lady," the guard accepted, turned, and left the room.

"What could Mother want with us both?" Aemond snipped at you when the door shut with an echoing-clang.

"Does it matter? She's called for us," you frowned.

"They can at least call you by your proper title - we are married now. You are a Princess of the City, they should address you as such."

You waved him off, "Who cares about that? C'mere. Help me up, my love, please. Your kid's sitting heavy."

You and Aemond dressed for court in thin clothing before fixing your hair so it didn't cling to either of your necks. It was already far too warm to even think properly, and surely, nobody would judge if you attended court with your hair pulled up, nor judge Aemond for the fashionably bun you convinced him to wear. No make-up was used, no heels; no corset, nor any pinch of leather. Aemond didn't like the last bit, but you were stern in your worry, telling him that leather would retain his body heat and today was already stifling enough.

When ready, you vacated your chambers and walked to the Throne Room, seeing it filled with a sizable crowd that surely would do nothing to help the sticky heat hanging in the air. Aemond held your hand tightly with his head held high to lead you towards his mother, who stood at the base of the Iron Throne. When close enough, Aemond asked, "You called for us, Your Grace?"

"I did," she eyed you both. "This is a good learning opportunity for you both, I thought it best we were all here."

"Mother, it's too hot for - "

"We are all suffering the same heat," she cut Aemond off.

"Yes, but my wife is pregnant, Mother. The Maester told her to rest, not stand in court with a hundred bloody people."

"You mean to tell me she has a higher priority than - "

"Yes. That is what I am saying, Mother. My wife certainly has priority over everything else as far as I am concerned."

Alicent shook her head, "For as long as we hold places in court, we will attend court. All of us, as a united family. Now, pay attention, you both will hold places here after King Viserys, best you know this all now."

So, you stood there like an obedient dog as slowly, one person after another approached the Throne to tell Ser Otto Hightower their grievances. They yapped up all the advice and court rulings; Aemond standing at your side, and while he was listening to what was being said, he also kept an eye on you out of sheer worry. There was no air to blow, no window to open; mediocre fans and palms brought in to manually wave by a few sets of servants. Yet it wasn't enough.

Sweat bulleted on brows. Pale cheeks flushed with heat. Legs started to shake from stress. Clothes dampened and clung to skin.

You were all of the above and then some!

The heat felt criminally offensive, and you knew you wore your displeasure on your face. Discomfort while pregnant isn't easy to hide, your hand smoothing over your belly as you exhaled a slow, calming breath that did literally nothing to aid your tangible anger. The common folk still reported to Otto, but you knew this was far from over, trying to blink back your discomfort as your stomach churned; twisted; started to cramp with increasingly stabbing pain. The heat festered a headache and soon, the nausea set in.

Taking another deep, long breath, you focused on the man complaining about his neighbor stealing his crops, his silver, and how the other man was fucking his wife - in his very own barn! The man asked for permission to sentence the neighbor to trial by combat, and for the life of you, you could not understand why you needed to be present for this.

Another farmer came up, saying there were too many maggots in his fields and needed the King's coin to bring in specialized mulch for himself and all the farmers in all of the Riverlands - who were plagued by this contagious maggot infestation.

Some Lord of Some Lineage From Some Castle of Some Place came up and asked for an increased patrol of "the King's Men", sell swords sent to "keep the King's peace." A group with radically different tactics than Daemon's Gold Cloaks.

This "Some Lord of Some Lineage From Some Castle of Some Place" even presented his daughter, saying she was fit to marry the Prince Aemond. Eyes turned to you and for whatever reason, you felt embarrassed by the sudden attention. So, you shied away from it, shifting slightly closer to Aemond as Otto spoke with a bored expression, "Prince Aemond is wedded already. As is his brother, Prince Aegon."

"What 'bout the li'l one?"

"Pardon?" Otto blinked.

"The Queen's last son?"

"With respect, my Lord, our son is still a child learning the ways of the world and is no way fit to marry quite yet," Alicent cut in, your feet going numb and making you sway slightly. "The Crown has learned from other marriage pacts to examine all offers carefully," but Alicent's sharp words flew over your head as something in your stomach pinched sharply like a severe period cramp. Your breathing came out in shudders; holding onto Aemond securely as he looked down at you with worry.

Your entire face, neck, and chest glistened with sweat. It clung to your hair, raced down your chest, and when he got a closer look, he didn't like the discoloration to your skin. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong...

"Then it shall be a long engagement so you might consider my daughter well!" The Lord barked, laughing gruffly. "She is not a disappointment, my Lord Hand."

"The Crown will consider your offer, Lord Peregrin, but the Crown must weigh other presented offers before marrying young Prince Daeron to anyone," Otto spoke diplomatically.

"Aye, I'll offer her dowry. Twenty thousand good men for your army, and I can spare about 500 Gold Dragons."

"Our army? Are we at war?" Otto faked a chuckle, your vision starting to blur but you refused to cause a scene. Your mouth had cotton in it; tongue sticking to your roof and your cramps were getting worse. You sweat so much, it was running down your neck, forehead, shoulders, lips, thighs, chest.

"Well, no, perhaps not in this moment, Lord Hand - Your Grace - but we know the rumors about the King's lineage," the Lord spoke boldly, making your blood boil, but the pain was over-powering your ability to speak. Tears actually coated your eyes. "Prince Aegon should be named the rightful heir to the Throne, so, if the time comes that he needs an army, my daughter's marriage to Prince Daeron would guarantee those men and swords."

Otto sighed as you gulped harshly, wincing in pain, a single tear rolling down your cheek. The cramping intensified, the bolts of pain setting your muscles on fire and radiating into your organs - or so it felt like. The Throne Room was too hot for you to withstand much longer; there was no water, and you'd been standing there going on three hours. Not to mention, you had been throwing up terribly violent in the night and mornings, meaning, you were probably (very likely) very dehydrated and that wasn't good for you nor the baby.

The longer you stood there, the sicker you felt. The longer you stood there, the more Aemond worried. The longer you stood there, the more time you had to develop a strong resentment towards Alicent. Your hand went to your belly, trying to regulate your breathing, but even your dress gave you away - sweat darkening the hemlines. Since finding out you were pregnant, you and Aemond agreed you would no longer wear corsets, and for a whole weekend, he took you to Highgarden to visit the tailors. They created a whole new "maternity wardrobe" that was loose but still womanly by being formfitting. They were made of breathable material, since Highgarden was tropical and often warm; and Aemond adored the sight of your bump.

"Aemond," you whispered, your husband looking down at you but so did Alicent. "I'm not feeling well, my love. I-I need to sit, I need water."

"We're almost done - "

"This is not the time to distract everyone," Alicent snapped quietly at you. "Focus, and let Aemond focus, too, he's the Prince. You don't need him for your every whim."

You only nodded and closed your mouth, clearing your throat of emotion, knowing something didn't wasn't right. It was more than a gut feeling now, you just inherently knew something was wrong. Disconnected. Short circuiting.

The hall was too hot.

Stifling hot. Suffocatingly hot. Stuffy sort of hot.

Overwhelmingly hot.

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, so fucking hot!

Your nausea got worse to the point you were going to hurl at any moment. You know that feeling? C'mon, yes you do! You start to feel a little shaky, then your mouth starts "sweating" (or watering) and you even get a little clammy; maybe you even start to look gaunt? Maybe your skin changes color? That feeling? Yeah, that's exactly what was happening!

So, to keep calm, you just start taking long, deep breaths. The last thing you wanted to do was panic when surrounded by so many members of court... Then something that felt like urine raced down your inner thighs, yet you barely noticed it, too distracted with keeping upright. Blood puddled beneath your skirts on the stone but nobody noticed yet. More Lords came and went, some Ladies, more and more farmers with trivial disputes. Fathers, sons, uncles, neighbors, you name it!

However, to your earnest shock, when a particularly amusing man came to speak to the King('s Hand), Aegon had glanced at his brother with an amused smirk, but caught sight of you, requiring a double-take. "Brother," Aegon turned from his 'front row seat', showing a rare moment of emotion by looking concerned at your being. "Oh, Gods, fuck," he worried, looking ready to extend his arms to you.

"Fuck," Aemond breathed, turning you to face him. "Can you hear me, sweet love? Hey, hey," he spoke your name, "can you hear me?"

But it was as if you were in a trance. Waves crushed over your ears, sweat rolling down your skin, appearing clammy and as if not in your own body. Aegon jolted forward when your eyes rolled back in your head, knees buckling, forcing your husband to catch you before you began your descent to the ground. When he caught you, it revealed the blood from under your skirts, and when Aemond got you on the ground, he realized your legs were coated in slick, mucus, and both dried and fresh blood; indicating you had been bleeding for hours.

"Call the Maester!" Aemond barked. "Get the bloody Maester!"

"She's bleeding," Aegon pointed out.

"I have eyes to see, brother, I know she is bleeding!" Aemond snapped, his panic tangible. "Love! My sweet love, please, open your eyes, please. Fuck's sake, please, open your eyes - let me see them. Sweetheart, please, c'mon - FUCK! Brother! Brother, help, please, there's blood! There's too much blood! Aegon! What do I do!? Aegon, please! What do I do!?"

"Let her breathe, brother, the Maester's are coming, it's gonna be all right, I-I've heard this can happen. Okay? Just gotta wait for the Maesters, Aemond," Aegon nodded, reaching a hand to his younger brother's shoulder in comfort. Otto descended the Throne to get a closer look as guards surrounded your unconscious body and Aemond's panicked, kneeling form.

"What happened?" Otto demanded.

"She passed out," Helaena frowned in worry, looking as if tears would soon fall. "And there's blood - she's been swaying, I-I think she was ill."

"It's the heat," Aemond snapped, tears down his cheeks. "We were told she needed rest in this temperature, but no." His glare turned to his mother, "We were both expected here."

"You saw the Grand Maester?"

"We did."

"He told her to lie down?" Otto asked, looking and sounding confused.

"To rest," Aemond nodded, supporting your limp head and neck.

When the Grand Maester arrived, he wasted no time in demanding your limp form be brought to his chambers for monitoring and examination. Aemond picked you up and carried you, leaving everyone else behind - or so he thought. The Maester spent a grand total of 43 minutes conducting diagnostic tests, and when the last exam was brought up, he asked Aemond to step out of the room as the examination would turn more intimate.

When Aemond stepped out, he was surprised to see Aegon and Helaena standing there. Aegon instantly pushed off the wall, asking, "Well? How is she? What's happening?"

"One last test," Aemond answered in a low mutter. "What're you doing here?"

"We wanted to make sure you were both all right," Helaena, his sweet sister, answered.

"Mother didn't demand you stay?"

"No, Mother actually called an end to court," Helaena told Aemond. "Grandfather was very angry."

"He was?"

"Never seen him like that," Aegon agreed, telling Aemond of the words Otto raged at Alicent.

When the chamber doors opened, Aemond was invited back inside. He took to your side instantly, but there was a knowing look in your eyes. You never looked at the Maester, only at your husband, as it was explained that due to the heat, you had become dehydrated over time and then spending the day in court, it was just too long a time being on your feet without water or fresh air. You had toppled over the side of heat stroke, the lack of hydration causing you to involuntarily miscarry.

The child would not grow and for your safety and health, the Maester would have to preform essentially what is an abortion to eliminate exposure to rot. Aemond blinked in astonishment, feeling confused about the turn of events, but when he realized you weren't able to respond, he looked at you.

He made the decision, seeing tears streaking your cheeks and the dead look in your eyes.

You were prepped for the procedure and while the Master tried to escort Aemond out, nobody was able to move him from his place at your side. It took the better part of an hour, but when it was over, not only were you given an additional dose of Milk of the Poppy, but Aemond was also given several vials for you in the coming days. He was also given a plethora of herbs, spices, remedies, salves, therapies, and treatments; being given explicit instruction and detail about all he was given, being told when to use what to best help you.

Aemond stooped to pick you up, again, refusing to let anyone else touch you, and the Grand Maester held the door for him. Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, and Otto were all revealed, but Aemond didn't even so much as blink at them; whatever life might've been left lurking behind his eye being completely snuffed out. He made a direct beeline for your chambers with the intention to let you rest in a soft, familiar bed for however long you needed, but he was followed by his family and knew this would be anything but a peaceful time.

"L-Love?" You whimpered when your husband laid you on your marital bed. "Aemond? Aemond?" You asked a little more frantically, being soothed swiftly.

"I'm here, I'm right here, sweetheart," he hushed, ignoring the audience; one hand holding yours as the other pet your hair back. "Hey, just breathe for me, darling, I'm right here. I've got you."

"I-I might be sick," you complained in a whisper, eyes unable to open as sweat bulleted on your skin.

"'S all right," he assured, grabbing a basin to leave on the bed beside you so he could sit at your side. "'M right here, you're not alone."

Aemond watched the way you harshly gulped, a hand dragging up to press to your belly. "W-What happened?" You mumbled, making his heart clench. "I just... There was a lot of heat and then pain." Your eyes finally opened to meet his, "I remember pain, Aemond."

With a glance up at his family, Aemond told you stiffly, "You remember correctly, love. The, uh... The heat was too much for you to handle, sweet girl, and that wasn't your fault." He took a long breath, clutching one of your hands in both of his, "But it was just too much. We couldn't save them... We couldn't save her."

"I-It was a girl?"

"It was," Aemond confirmed, reaching for your other hand to hold tightly. "And you didn't do this. Hmm? You hear me? This is not your doing."

"But my body - "

"No," he refused with a harsh tone. Realizing you were not the one to take his anger out on, he cleared his throat, "Sorry, love, I just," he took a breath. "Listen to me, okay? No, my sweet love, we were told to rest - you and I were told this heat was too much for the babe and that you would need rest. We meant to, we had every intention to follow the Maester's orders, but..." Another pause as he fought off the emotion clawing through his chest. "But for some reason, royal obligation was more important than our family, and Mother refused to let us miss today's court appearance."

"Huh...?" You breathed, still relatively drowsy from the day. But the emotion was real, your husband saw your pain. "What're you talking about, love? Aemond? What's - What the hell happened to our baby? Where's our baby?"

Aemond's jaw steeled and a tear streaked down his cheek as he forced himself to explain, "The Queen demanded our attendance in court today. And standing in the heat for hours cost us our daughter's life. I am so sorry, my sweet love, but we do not have our daughter because she is... She isn't in your womb anymore," his hand laid over your belly, your own automatically following. "She can't ever join us, our family," he spoke slowly, then tearing his glare away from your tired figure to his mother, sneering, "because my mother can't let go of a decades-old feud with a woman no longer living in this very city."

"Aemond," you whispered, heart shattered in your chest but still managing, "do not take this out on her."

"No?" He snapped, still glaring at his mother but clutching your belly, "If not for her, our daughter would still be safe in her mother's womb and we'd still have the chance to one day hold her. But no," he spoke as slowly as he stood to his feet, pulling his hands away from you, "no, we were unjustly denied that chance."

When her (favorite) child faced her with such hatred, dread, distraught, soul-sucking eyes, Alicent frowned with tears in her own eyes. She had so much to say, but only managed, "I did not intend for this."

"This hatred you feel for Rhaenyra is literally costing lives! For the love of all the Gods, my wife is nothing like her mother! They are not one in-the-same, this does not make her your new target to unleash Hell upon - she has done no wrong and yet suffers these heinous consequences!"

"I did not intend for this! You must know that!" She repeated in desperation. "I only wanted you both to partake in your duties - soon, you will be the ones conducting business at court and you must be readied for what may come!"

"That does not give you the right to forfeit her health!"

"How was I to know - "

"The bloody Maester told us - but evidently, the word of the trained professional is not good enough for you!" Aemond raged, something in his heart snapping. "We are denied the right to meet our daughter because, what? What is it? You cannot reach Rhaenyra right now so you will take the closest thing - being my fucking wife!?"

"Aemond," Otto tried to step in, "perhaps this is getting out of hand."

"It was already out of hand," Aegon defended with a sharp snap, "the moment the Maester was ignored."

"You refuse to respect us," Aemond snapped at his mother, everyone silencing themselves when another tear fell down his cheek. "You refuse to respect us, to listen, and all for why? You think you know better than the Maesters? Or because she is daughter of Rhaenyra?"

"Aemond," Alicent warbled through her tears.

"You've gone too far," his head shook, devastation taking hold, "and I do hope you find deliverance from the Gods, because from me? I do not see how I can find a shred of ability to forgive such a sin."

It was quiet. Helaena's head was bowed, Aegon glared at his mother like Aemond; Otto frowned as he avoided all eye contact.

Imagine everyone's surprise when bare feet padded over the stone ground, two shaking hands raising to press into Aemond's stomach from behind. "My love," you mumbled softly, "please, do not speak so hatefully in this prolonged grief. We will do all we can do now and pray on this, but if we want to heal, we will need to learn to forgive. This was not a malicious, thought-out plan executed in partner with the co-conspiring weather; it was a terrible circumstance that the Gods have chosen us to endure. Your mother can pray for forgiveness, she's owed that right; and we will say our own, but I know that one day, we will be blessed and bring a child into this world. Because it's you and I, Aemond, and our child would be the full embodiment of the purest, truest love - and for something that perfect, we'll need time." You took a breath, looking sickly, gaunt; eyes full of tears as you ended, "But it is not this day."

Aemond turned to wrap his arms around you, insisting, "You should be resting." When he got you to turn to move for the bed again, he snarled at his mother, "She's the one who just lost a child and yet still defends you."

"Perhaps it's best we leave them alone," Aegon recommended. "We'll have meals sent for you both," he told his brother with a meaningful nod. "You both just take your time."

"Thank you," Aemond sighed, easing you back to the mattress; laying a single, thin sheet over your body. When Aegon had ushered everyone out, Aemond just stared down at you for a long moment, sighing sadly and whispering, "I'm so sorry, sweet love."

"Just lay with me," you requested.

He moved to strip himself of his linens, the heat still sweltering, and laid beside you; instantly cuddling you into his bare chest. Aemond knew you didn't want to talk, but this needed said, and he whimpered, "This is my fault."

"What?" You gaped, looking up at him in shock. You quickly pulled his leather eye patch off to force his full attention, holding his cheek and demanding, "What did you just say?"

"If you and I did not marry, if I had not pursued you - courted you," he shook his head, brows crinkled from restrained sobs, "we would not be in this position, you would not know this pain. We knew the tension in our family, we knew the hatred between our mothers, and still I wanted you. This is my fault, I shouldn't've done this - you should not have to endure this."

Your hand reached up to caress the side of his face; foreheads pressed together to breathe the same air, warm the same space, sweat onto one another, but never wanting to be apart. It was a sticky embrace but you both needed it, and you hushed, "I regret nothing about us. Nothing, Aemond. If I knew how this would play out, I'd do it all again because I know I love you beyond words. Beyond," you giggled lightly, "rational thought, even. Aemond, everything you are, I adore, and all we are together is... It's the greatest pleasure of my life. My greatest honor."

"I do not deserve a woman like you."

"Perhaps not," you teased, "but you have me anyway. And what do we do with rare women, my Prince?"

His lips found yours in a sweeping kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. When he pulled back, he whispered, "We love them well."

A week later, King's Landing would find relief from the unwavering, record-breaking heatwave - only to be blasted by a wave of dragon fire. It was only then the Prince Aemond was seen with his wife for the first time since "The Throne Room Incident", and both were dressed in the traditional color of funerals: black.

You were bestowed an incredibly small bundle of black cloth, and with the rest of the Royal Family following, ventured to a distant hill where a funeral was to take place. Because your daughter was still so very tiny, she was laid in a fiery basin with only you and Aemond to preside over; offering prayer in High Valyrian. He held you close, the wind from the coast whipping all clothing around, and just behind everyone, Vhagar landed with a distinct thundering thud.

You didn't move, staring into the flames.

Aemond looked back, and when Vhagar saw the tears in her master's eye, noting the way he turned back to comfort you and grieve over your daughter, the dragon roared. A roar so loud, it was heard from the Riverlands. A roar so powerful, it shook the ground they all stood on. A roar so terrible, it made a few throats swell in emotion. A roar so sad, ballads would be written about it.

King's Landing might've been relieved from the weather's temperature, but as Vhagar felt her master mourning his daughter, she released an angry flame into the air that the citizens all felt.

For years, on the contrary, the entire city would feel Prince Aemond's cold shoulder to his mother, Queen Alicent, but for now, the heat of grief demanded to be felt.

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