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Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 3

Warnings: mentions of violence and abuse, mentions of the bedding ceremony (a custom where the newlywed couple has witnesses like family, friends, etc. when they consume their marriage for the first time); could be triggering for some

Part 1: Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince

Part 2: Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 2

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Story so far: You are a low-ranked noblewoman who is the personal handmaid of Princess Helaena and her twin children. Her brother-husband, Prince Aegon, attempted to assault you but you cut his face and escaped for which you thought Prince Aemond, his younger brother whom you’ve became close with, punish you for. In truth, Aemond protected you, knowing his brother was a degenerate and feeling like he did for you. When you received a letter from your lord father that you are to marry a Frey, Aemond could not stand it. He confronted his mother, Queen Alicent, and demanded you are wed to him instead.

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On your wedding day, you were given a splendid gown in the colours of your house. A midnight blue dress and a matching maiden’s cloak that fastened with a silver chain across your collarbones.

After you had received the message from your lord father, things began moving so quickly. Queen Alicent sent a raven, summoning your family to King’s Landing for your wedding and another bird that carried the news of joining Houses Frey and Arryn. When you met Queen Alicent for the first time as the betrothed of Prince Aemond, she warned you of a small wedding ceremony both otherwise welcomed you to the family. She would not have a great feast for fear of her two sons falling out, especially should Prince Aegon have too many cups of wine. You could not care less for lavish ornaments or mummers and singers and puppeteers. You would have married Aemond in a village sept if need be, in plain clothes and only in sight of the Seven.

Aemond was not one to disclose his emotions publicly but when he went to his lady mother, the Queen of Seven Kingdoms, demanding your hand in marriage that was proof enough of his feelings towards you. Nevertheless, Aemond, despite not saying much with words, was intent on letting you know how much you meant to him. He showered you with wedding gifts from extravagant jewellery and gowns to the rarest and most priceless books in all of the Seven Kingdoms. When you would meet, Prince Aemond would only ask you if you liked the present and offer to replace it if you were displeased. His face was a stoic and emotionless as ever but when you professed your gratitude and excitement, especially over books and poetry, you’d see the corner of his lips curve into a smile and his eye would gleam with pride.

You did feel bad for not being able to reciprocate in the lavishness of gifts, especially in terms of dowery, but to Aemond your company was enough. He had never felt more understood and accepted than in your company. Titles and false courtesies seemed to vanish when he spoke to you, even when you just sat or rode together in silence, enjoying each other’s company. When the guards were far out of earshot, Aemond would compliment you and even take your hand when there was no danger of his enemies looking. But all of that seemed so far away from the way he kissed you feverishly the night he announced you were to be wed. A part of you understood it was a part of himself Prince Aemond reserved only for you, yet another part of you yearned to have it once again whenever you were in his company.

Your hands were shaking from nervousness as one of the servants smoothed your skirt. The door opened to reveal Queen Alicent herself who wore a splendid gown of dark green, the colour of House Hightower. You turned around as your maid retreated and bowed deeply. Queen Alicent took your hands and smiled gently. Although she wished her son would have married a lady of higher standing than yourself, you did manage to charm her with your exquisite charm and knowledge.

“You look beautiful, Lady Y/N,” said the Queen and lightly touched your flushed cheek. “Come, your father is waiting for you.”

You followed the Queen to the great hall where your lord father waited for you. Your family was shocked yet ever so proud of your wedding match. Yet it was only on the account of the Targaryen fortune and power not your own happiness. They would happily sell you to a man thrice your age if it meant it would bring wealth to your house.

After the Queen reached her seat, you took your father’s elbow and walked into the great hall. You were never close with your father. You barely spoke at all but on that day, he beamed with pride as he escorted you to your future husband.

There were guest tables lined down the great hall, flowers hanging from their chairs and sitting amongst the wine and the cups. The long high table was decorated with red roses to symbolise the colour of House Targaryen. Candles were lit on every table, every shelf and chandelier. When Queen Alicent warned you of a small ceremony, you had not expected this. Yet none of the flowers nor the ornaments mattered when you saw Prince Aemond at the end of the great hall. The High Septon waited with him, his queen mother by his side. His brother Prince Aegon was held up by his wife, Princess Helaena, so deep in his cups he was barely conscious despite Queen Alicent threatening him to keep sober. Yet you could not help but supress a gasp when you saw King Viserys himself attending the wedding. He was sat in a chair with a golden mask covering half of his face but he was there nevertheless.

Your heart began beating faster and faster as you came nearer to the High Septon. Prince Aemond found your eyes and you could not help but smile. Your lord father found his place on your side of the hall where your mother was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. You walked up the stairs and stood beside Prince Aemond. He wore a red and black wedding suit with intricate golden details that matched his long hair. You had never seen him smile like he did when he saw you standing before him. His eye glistened with happiness and his lips curved into a smile.

You exchanged vows and he took off your maiden cloak, replacing him with one of House Targaryen. The three-headed red dragon on a field of black was now your house as well. The thought sent chills down your spine and even frightened you some but when the septon proclaimed you wed, your mouth spread into a smile.

“You may kiss the bride, my prince,” said the priest. You glanced down as your cheeks flushed bright red. Aemond propped your chin and kissed you tenderly, allowing the hall to applaud.

Cheerful music accompanied the feast with several courses. You and your husband sat at the high table beside Queen Alicent and the King who retired shortly due to his poor health but not before warmly welcoming you to the family. Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena were sat on the other side of the table whilst your own parents were sat at your end to avoid conflict.

As part of tradition, you and Aemond were begged to dance together for the first time as husband and wife. Prince Aemond took your hand and led you to the dancefloor. The musicians played a song just for you. You were smiling and blushing but so did Aemond although he was much better at hiding it.

Every man in the great hall that night envied the prince his marriage for your beauty and your charm although you could not see it yourself.

After the dance you returned to your high seats and one of the desserts was served. Discrete as he was, Prince Aemond found the hand you were resting in your lap and laced his fingers with yours without anyone noticing. You cupped his big, sword-hardened hand with your free palm and caressed his knuckles. As you found his gaze, you could not possibly imagine another man, any man, in Aemond’s stead.

“Time for the bedding!” shouted your lord father cheerfully as he stood up and slammed his palms against the table, making you flinch in your seat. He himself was from the Riverlands whilst your mother’s side traced all the way back to House Celtigar. In the Riverlands, however, the bedding ceremony was still a tradition at any wedding. The men of the court would carry the bride to her bedchamber and strip her naked in the process whilst the ladies would attend the groom, taking off his clothes as well. In some houses, it was perfectly normal for these lords and ladies to watch and see if the marriage was properly consummated, in other places they would wait outside the door and demand proof of the bride’s maidenhood: a bloodied sheet.

You squeezed Aemond’s hand so tightly, your nails nearly dug into his palm. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt yourself grow sick as Prince Aemond let go of your hand and slowly stood up.

“There will be no bedding ceremony tonight,” said Prince Aemond with a voice as unyielding as steel, “Unless a lord, a knight or any other man in this hall wishes to lose a hand tonight,” said Prince Aemond. The cheers of his Riverland lords died out immediately. Your lord father sat down as well, his face flushed red from both wine and embarrassment. Prince Aemond glared at the musicians to play again and break the tension. The music sounded through the hall once again, quickly laced by the conversations of the wedding guests.

Prince Aemond sat back down calmly and took a sip of wine. “Will you join me for a walk, wife?” he asked gently and offered you his hand. Your heart fluttered when he called you wife for the first time as you nodded. To be quite honest, you were getting uncomfortable, gawked at by every lord and lady who wanted to see Prince Aemond’s bride - the new Targaryen princess.

You held onto Aemond’s elbow as you walked down the stairs through the gardens of the Red Keep. It was sundown melting into the deep blue sea when you saw Vhagar lying on the shore. She was an ancient and fearsome thing to behold. To think it was Queen Visenya who was her first rider when Aegon the Conqueror stormed the Seven Kingdoms.

“Aemond,” you spoke softly as you stopped on your way. Your husband turned around without letting go of your hand. You looked down for a moment before you found his gaze. “Thank you for not allowing the bedding ceremony,” you spoke weakly. The thought of being alone with Aemond frightened you enough, what more a crowd of strangers tearing at your clothes and watching your marriage be consummated.

“I would sooner burn the Red Keep to the ground than have you touched or looked upon by any other man,” said Aemond darkly. He took a step closer and caressed your cheek before he kissed you lightly. You let out a shivery breath, your hands resting against Prince Aemond’s chest.

“Walk with me,” Aemond neither asked nor commanded. You followed him through the gardens and down the many stairs until you reached the shore. The sea was calm with gentle waves drawing shapes into the sand. Whilst everyone thought you were consummating your marriage, you were walking on the beach of Blackwater Bay. Yet as you looked up, you stopped on your tracks. Prince Aemond was leading you to his dragon, Vhagar. As she slept, her breathing was even louder than the waves crashing against the rocks beneath Flea Bottom.

“It’s alright,” said Prince Aemond when he saw the expression on your pale face. His eye softened before he kissed the back of your palm and led you forward. The dragon must have smelt Aemond’s familiar scent or your strange one because she stirred awake, puffing through her nostrils as she rose her massive head. Her scales were dark and worn, the colour of pine needles.

“Lykīri, Vhagar. Dohaerys,” Aemond spoke to the dragon. The magnificent creature listened to its master’s voice as he caressed her head. “Lykīri, Vhagar, lykīri.”

“Come,” said Aemond next and turned to you. He offered you his hand and you were almost reluctant to take it. Prince Aemond guided your hand to Vhagar’s scaly head where he placed it against its snout. The creature was cold to touch although it was able to produce fire hotter than any blacksmith could make. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as both you and Vhagar became a bit more comfortable with each other.

“Good,” said Prince Aemond as a smirk formed in the corner of his lips. “Now, we’re going to fly.” His words made your head snap around, your eyes wide and your mouth parted.

“W-What?” you stuttered.

“You are married to a dragonrider now, my lady,” said Prince Aemond, “You should know what flying a dragon is like.”

“I-I… I can’t,” you stuttered and shook your head as you took a step back.

“You’ll be alright,” promised Aemond as he cupped your cheeks. You stared at him, unable to comprehend how deeply you trusted him. You only found yourself nodding ever so slightly.

Prince Aemond helped you climb the ropes and strapped you in the dragonsaddle. You were sat in front of him, holding on to the saddle. Aemond put his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back.

“Sōvētēs, Vhagar!” he commanded his dragon as he took the reins. “Sōvētēs!” said Prince Aemond once again and this time, the dragon moved its heavy feet and got up. A loud gasp caught in your throat as the great beast stood up then bent down to push itself into the air. The slap of Vhagar’s leathery wings was as loud as thunder as it rose higher and higher into the night. Aemond’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist whilst his other hand held on to the reins. You shut your eyes as your hands gripped onto Aemond’s. Then, out of the sudden, silence fell and there was nothing else to hear but wind. You opened your eyes to find yourself flying, Vhagar's wings spread out as she sailed above the sea. The dragon’s scales were dark enough to blend with the night and there was nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see.

“Do you like it, my lady?” Prince Aemond whispered against your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You could only nod for there were no words in any language that could describe the feeling. Aemond smiled to himself as he pressed a soft kiss to your exposed neck. You leaned against his shoulder and closed your eyes once again, your fingers intertwined with his.

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morningsofgold · 1 year

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Dragon shifter Rhaenyra HOTD fic when. Who among us is bold enough.

#rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #daemyra #hotd #house of the dragon fanficion

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 9 months

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🐉𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰🐉 (WORK IN PROCESS)

Including warnings, wether they were one-shots or bigger stories and other useful things like when I wrote them and how dark Aemond is in the stories. The list is a work in process so please be patient as I try my best to get it together:)) The princess of Dragonstone is fully published her and on archive.

My one shots are here as well.

The list is devided into older more dark and less polished content and warnings should be headed before clicking on anything of it.

BIGISH STORIES

🐲The princess of dragonstone🐲 Completed.

THE PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE IS COMPLETED AND HAS HER OWN BEAUTIFUL MASTERLIST HERE. DO MIND HER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. THANK YOU.

🐝FIRE AND BLOOD🐝An intense story about two rivial brothers, doomed to always wanting to outshine each other, a civil war, and a noble girl who loses everything caught between them. Aemond x oc, Aegon x oc. Smut, dark smut, sharing, non-con, dub-con, brat-taming, slavexmaster things dom/sub themes and sadism as well as major characters death (but not aemond nor aegon or mc)

Chapter one: Lessons and punishments

Chapter Two: Plans and plots

Chapter Three: First times

Chapter Four: Jealousy

Chapter five: Death and duty

CHAPTER SIX: Punishment

Chapter seven: Aftermath

Chapter eight: Drinking

Chapter Nine: Battubs and compensation

Chapter ten: Pain and pleasure

Chapter eleven: The death of duty

Chapter 12: The death of duty

Chapter 13: That still small voice

Chapter 14: Kinslayer

Chapter 15: Dragons and the bee

Chapter 16: Last fluttering of wings

Chapter 17: The new norma;

Chapter 18: Reunion

Chapter 19: Queen of the Hive

Chapter 20: Fire and blood

Chapter 21 :the dance of two dragons

Chapter 22: a unwilling queen

FUTURE CHAPTERS ARE PLANNED FOR THIS FIC!!

❄️Snow Falls❄️ (x Aemond only) deliciously dark!Aemond, some say the darkest out of them. Aemond Targaryen is looking for allies in the North, for his brother's cause. So, he goes to the second biggest house in the North: House WyldeWoods of WyldeCrest. He takes a interest in the daughter of Lord Wyldewoods, the coy and mysterious lady Willa. She was never mentioned in the books discussing her familiy, and he wonders as to why that is. After Lord WyldeWoods makes some rather anti-Valyrian comments, Aemond takes you prisoner and beheads your family, claiming you as his wife and spoils of war.

CHAPTER ONE: Winter is coming

CHAPTER TWO: FIRSTS

CHAPTER THREE: SNOW DRIFTS

CHAPTER 4: THE PRICE

CHAPTER 5: ESCAPE

CHAPTER 6: THE FOX AND THE DRAGON

CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST

CHAPTER 8: THE PRICE OF GOLD

CHAPTER 9: SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENCE

CHAPTER 10: THINGS WE DO IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 11: The North remembers

CHAPTER 12: NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS

CHAPTER 13: THE BURDEN

CHAPTER 14: REBELLION

CHAPTER 15: Fire and Blood

CHAPTER 16: AWAIT OUR TURN

CHAPTER 17: IF THE CARRIAGE IS ROCKING-

CHAPTER 18: READING

CHAPTER 19: KINGS AND QUEENS

CHAPTER 20: LESSONS IN THE BEDROOM

CHAPTER 21: The prince and the fox

Chapter 22:The bathroom

Chapter 23: The library

Chapter 24: The dining room

Chapter 25: Running around in circles

Chapter 26: Attonment

PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND

Story about Harwins and Rhaenyra's daughter who bends the knee to Aegon to save Luc life. (Aegon central fanfic) Darkish (but aegon is not dark)

Chapter one: Storm's end

Chapter two: Alternatives

Chapter Three: Prisoner

Chapter four: A demented idea

Chapter five: The wrath of a mother

Chapter six: A shadow of a conquerer

Chapter seven: Two princesses, one dreamer

Chapter eight: Of wives and kings

Chapter nine: Those last moments of what we call ''freedom''

Chapter ten: The realms villian

Chapter eleven: One soul, one heart, one flesh

Chapter 12: The house that carried the dragon

Chapter 13: Gods, guts, gifts.

ONE SHOTS

Due to space issues, the one-shots wont be on my archive. You can find them here on tumblr:)

🦌Storm's ends fury 🦌

A short story about Maris Baratheon and her kiss with Aemond Targaryen at Storm's End. (Very short, barely 400)

🦌Fury's Storm, alternative version🦌

A short story very samilair to plot above might be a rewrite i did i cant recall how this ended up on my profile. Bratty Aemond though.

🐧The things we do for love 🐧(Dark!Aemond and Aegon capture daemons lover. Smut and other things) part 2 and now recently part 3

🧀Untiteld genderbend cheese assasin x aemond fanfic🧀 x aemond mostly

🌓The first night x aegon mostly🌓 A story about a girl marrying her love and Aegon and aemond getting upset with her breaking the laws.

🔫the devil made us sin criminal au story about criminal aegon and aemond 🔫

🌖For the night is dark and full of terrors: 🌖Priesteress mc who loves Aegon and her mother wants his throne

🔫The devil made us sin other version 🔫

🔫The devil made us sin gore aemond or aegon snippet🔫

🦌Storm born baratheon x aemond one shot. part 1 and 2 🦌

The maid of the red keep oneshot

Pirate mc one shot

The final devil made us sin and the best one at that part 2 is here

Lion brat part one

Spy queen x prince regent aemond

Aemond x Daemon one shot

GOTXHOTD One shot

ashes burn

The girl in the silver dress

Daddy dearest

Sandstorm

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Updated on October 22 2023

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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HOTD AND GOT MASTERLIST

Updated: 12 November 2022

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: He takes off his eyepatch

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: You meet for the first time and are engaged

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Wedding Night

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: He gets jealous and you get into an argument

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 2

Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 3

HOTD REACTIONS

HOTD Reaction: Their s/o is shy

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 2 years

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HOTD Reaction: Their s/o is shy

Warnings: some implications of violence but mostly fluff

A/N: Okay, so this is a little bit different. Please let me know if it's any good or should I stick more to one shots. Thank you <3 Also, feel free to send in suggestions!

HOTD AND GOT MASTERLIST

Daemon

Daemon would definitely be amused if his s/o had a shy personality. A part of him would want to tease you, another would want to protect you at all costs

He enjoys making you blush and stutter. I also think he would use his touch (physical touch is definitely his love language) a lot to see goose bumps appear on your skin and to see the blush creep to your cheeks

But should anyone else even try to put you in a similar situation, be sure he would not spare himself of using Dark Sister to make people who made you upset wish they had never been born

Aemond

Aemond would love you so much, there is no doubt about it

He would be so gentle and kind to you, so tentative at all times. He would always ask if you were comfortable and happy because he'd know you would never say it yourself

Aemond would get you out of any uncomfortable situation, no questions asked. He is like your personal shield, especially when you are in a crowd, he makes sure you are by his side

But when the two of you were alone and you felt comfortable with Aemond, you could speak for hours on end and it would make him beam with pride that he is the only one with whom you feel this relaxed

Aegon

At first, I feel Aegon would feel somewhat insecure in your company as well but just because he would not want to hurt you should you feel uncomfortable on the account of his much different personality

But once he'd realize his closeness brings you comfort, he would encourage you and help you to get out of your shell more; at least when you're with him

The thing about Aegon is that if he actually, truly cares about you, he will want to learn everything about you no matter how long it takes. He is surprisingly patient towards the people he loves and feels himself around

Jacaerys (Jace)

I think Jace would be an absolute sweetheart about it. A bit like Daemon, he would gently tease you and make fun but never so much that he'd actually hurt your feelings

It would definitely make his heart skip a beat whenever he'd see you blush

But god forbid anyone makes you feel uncomfortable for it; he will come for them without any hesitation. I imagine Jace not only being a good lover to his s/o but also a great friend. So whilst he would enjoy teasing you gently, he would never let anyone take advantage of you based on your shy personality. I think we've all seen him more than capable of standing up for himself and his loved ones and it is no different with you

Harwin Strong

Everyone knows how protective Ser Harwin Strong is but with you, he would be extremely careful

If anyone made you uncomfortable and you'd be too shy to fight back, Harwin will be there to protect you no doubt about it. Just his massive frame appearing behind you, would make anyone bow down in remorse

He himself would also be very careful and gentle around you, at least until you'd get comfortable enough with him to let your walls down.

But even then, with your head on his chest, if he stole a kiss from you unexpectedly and you would blush, his heart would fill with warmth. Nevertheless, if sometimes you took him by surprise and kissed him back, this mysterious, unpredictable part of you would make every part of his body burn with desire

Criston Cole

Criston would enjoy being there for you as your protector and he would find your shy and reserved personality extremely endearing because it is much like he used to be before he became a knight and a warrior

He'd try to get you out of your comfort zone in the gentlest ways like asking you to take a stroll around the gardens of the Red Keep, to go riding with him or accompany him to the beautiful markets of King's Landing

However, if anyone in the crowd made you feel uncomfortable, he would take your hand and guide you behind his back before dealing with the person that invaded your personal space, or god forbid, disrespected you

Ser Criston would love to feel your hands against his chest as you'd try to calm down the situation. Just one look at your eyes and your flushed cheeks and he would do anything you asked

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morningsofgold · 1 year

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if the heavens ever did speak

Rhaenyra/Alicent Modern Nunnery!AU Rating: E Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Angst, cathedral sex, soft blasphemy, internalized homophobia Read on A03

Alicent kneels at the feet of the Mother, her rosary beads clasped in fervent prayer. Mary's serene, sculpted face gazes down at her, her mantle of blue draped over her carved brown hair, the serpent of evil writhing underneath her foot. Alicent is alone in this cathedral where she’s knelt so many times before that her knees have formed twin bruises. The other nuns, novices, and postulants won't arrive for another hour, when the bell tolls for vesper prayers.

Please, Mother, Alicent prays, her eyes squeezed shut, her brows knit together. Take these desires away from me.

Mary always listens – Alicent is sure of this in the way the air warms around her when she prayers, in the scent of roses and seawater that fill the church when she kneels before the Mother of God – but she doesn’t always answer. If she had answered, Alicent wouldn’t have woken from a hot, needy dream just this morning about the forbidden fruit underneath the skirt of another postulant, and she wouldn’t be distracted during mass by the sight of the pretty daughters of the church donors who sit in the front row.

She has dedicated herself to a life of celibacy, to a marriage to the Most High, and she must leave behind these girlhood fancies before they become her ruination.

But still, the want for other women haunts her steps like a hellhound.

The large double doors of the cathedral swing open, and footsteps echo over the flagstones of the floor. Alicent clutches her rosary tighter, attends to her prayers with all the more devotion. She will not be distracted. This is her time with God.

Someone kneels beside her, and Alicent’s nose wrinkles in irritation. The stranger smells like mountain air and worn leather and motor oil. It’s a scent, Alicent realizes, that she recognizes.

“Rhaenyra,” she says as her eyes fly open. It isn’t a greeting. It’s more like a cry for help.

“You stopped answering my letters,” Rhaenyra says, her eyes fixed on Mary’s face. She’s cut her hair shorter since Alicent last saw her, but it’s still that shocking silver-blonde that runs in her family. Alicent’s own hair is covered by her veil, but she can’t help but remember how much Rhaenyra used to compliment the brown waves, the way she would rake her fingers through them while they sat together under their favorite tree.

Alicent shudders as though she’s been touched.

“What are you doing here?” She blurts. It’s rude, and hospitality is one of the tenants of the order she’s sworn to, but she can’t help it.

“I’m looking for you,” Rhaenyra says, finally turning to look at her. “We were inseparable, once. Now you can’t even pick up the phone to call me, to ask how I’ve been?”

“You’re always traveling on that motorcycle,” Alicent huffs. “I wouldn’t even know where to call. A new state every night, a new city…” A new bed, she adds silently. She knows her childhood best friend well enough to know that chastity isn’t in her nature.

Something about the thought of Rhaenyra getting tangled in someone else’s sheets sends a hot pang through Alicent, and she suddenly feels overheated in her simple black dress.

“I told you before I would toss you on the back of Syrax and tour the country with you if you asked,” Rhaenyra says, holding Alicent in place with her pale eyes. “You were the one who told me no.”

“That was never going to happen,” Alicent huffs, trying to remember where she was in her prayers. Did she finish the decade or not? “We were going in two different directions, Nyra.”

The endearment slips out like a treachery, and Alicent flushes. With no makeup to hide the blush, she’s sure her cheeks are bright pink.

“Right. You decided to get all frigid on me and run away to join a nunnery. Very dramatic, I might add. You could have just told me you weren’t interested.”

“Interested?” Alicent echoes. She should get out of this conversation, she knows that much. She should leave the cathedral right this minute and tell Mother Superior that there’s an intruder in the sanctuary.

But she stays right where she is, kneeling shoulder-to-shoulder with the girl she left behind.

“That is why you left isn’t it? I came on too strong and I scared you away?”

Alicent still remembers it. The rainy night Rhaenyra had rolled over in the bed they had so often shared and pressed a warm, open mouthed kiss to Alicent’s shoulder, then her jaw, then her lips. Alicent lay there frozen for a moment, her skin on fire, then she had jumped out of bed and called her father to come and pick her up from Rhaenyra’s family home.

She had joined the nunnery two months later.

“You should go,” Alicent says, her voice barely louder than a whisper. She’s feeling spinny, like she just downed an entire goblet of communion wine. “If my spiritual director heard you talking like this…”

“Your spiritual director isn’t here right now. It’s just you and I, just like old times. Can’t we be honest with each other, for once? I’m here, Alicent. I came to find you. I couldn’t stay away.”

Alicent doesn’t know what to say. She feels captured, like a butterfly under glass, pinned down by the intensity in Rhaenyra’s gaze.

This is either a horrible temptation or the answer to all her prayers, Rhaenyra re-appearing after all this time and offering herself up like a sacrificial lamb. Alicent sways a little bit on her bruised knees, and the world goes fuzzy and indigo at the edges. For a moment she thinks she’s hallucinating this entire exchange, that it’s some kind of ecstatic vision sent by the Mother, but then Rhaenyra reaches out and touches her wrist.

Real. She’s warm and real and solid.

This is no dream.

“Tell me you haven’t thought of me every night, the way I’ve thought of you,” Rhaenyra says softly. There’s an almost religious devotion shining in her eyes, even though Rhaenyra is a tradition-flouting apostate and always has been.

“Rhaenyra,” Alicent says, and that’s her last protest. She leans forward, tears shining on her cheeks, and pressed her lips to the mouth of her beloved.

Rhaenyra tastes like woodsmoke from whatever roadside campfire she must have woken us beside, and like the bittersweetness of a year of silence between them. Rhaenyra slides her fingers through Alicent’s hair, knocking her veil askew, and she presses their bodies as close together as the tiny kneelers they’re perched on will allow.

Not enough. It’s not enough. Alicent is a storm that is finally breaking, and she needs more.

She makes a needy noise that would have scandalized her under any other circumstances, and Rhaenyra all but pulls Alicent into her lap.

“The door,” Alicent gasps.

“Locked.”

“But the others might hear…”

“Let them hear.”

Rhaenyra slides her hand up Alicent’s dress and squeezes her breast. Then Rhaenyra’s other hand disappeared beneath the folds of Alicent’s dress and cups her sex. Alicent gasps, arching her back into the touch.

This is so much better than the furtive, secretive orgasms Alicent wrings from herself when she’s alone in her cell at night, trying to think of anything but women, anything but Rhaenyra.

“Stand up,” Rhaenyra says.

Alicent does as she’s told, propping her ass against the bannister that separates the kneelers from the altar space. She’s taken communion here countless times, taken sustenance from the blood of Chris. But now Rhaenyra, still kneeling, pushes Alicent’s skirts up around her waist and tugs her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air of the cathedral.

Then she lifts her head and presses a reverential kiss to the sensitive heat between Alicent’s legs.

Alicent jolts, every nerve suddenly alive. She’s never been touched like this, not ever. It’s delirium inducing, the sort of thing martyrs would die for and saints would write poetry about.

“Oh, Rhaenyra,” Alicent sighs, treading her fingers through Rhaenyra’s hair. Rhaenyra laps and kisses and sucks until Alicent’s legs are shaking. She’s very good at this, Rhaenyra. Alicent’s mind, worn almost entirely smooth with pleasure, stops to wonder if she might enjoy kissing a woman like this as well, if she could drive Rhaenyra to the brink of madness with her lips and tongue too.

Alicent is close, painfully close. She’s so wet and so swollen with need that her thighs are slick.

Rhaenyra digs her fingers into Alicent’s hips and pushes her over the edge with a few well-placed licks.

Alicent comes with a cry that echoes through the cathedral, ringing up towards the ceiling like a church bell. Withdrawing her mouth from Alicent’s pulsing pussy, Rhaenyra grins up at her with that smile that could start a war, or end one, depending on her mood.

“You taste like heaven,” she says.

“That’s blasphemous,” Alicent pants.

Rhaenyra chuckles and drops Alicent’s skirts, then stands and cups her oldest friend’s face in her hands. She kisses her deeply, her tongue sliding over Alicent’s, and Alicent is both scandalized and aroused to find that she can still taste herself on Rhaenyra.

Her blood sings in her veins like a hymn. The edges of her protests are worn down by pleasure, and now that she’s experienced true bliss, she never wants to let it go.

She never wants to let Rhaenyra go.

“Will you show me where you live?” Rhaenyra asks, a little shyly, as though she didn’t just reduce Alicent to a quivering mess in the middle of the cathedral. “I want to see your room.”

“Absolutely,” Alicent says, lacing their fingers together.

They walk arm in arm out of the sanctuary, just like they did when they were girls, and Alicent runs through a litany of all the things she can’t wait to do to Rhaenyra.

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