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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 4

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN: Okay so this will be my last writing post for awhile till after December 17. Please wish me luck for my final exams.

If you wish to read the previous parts it's here:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

You weren't sure till now what really differentiated a minor ball from a major celebration ball. Maybe it was because this is your first ball you've attended as a woman. You were dressed in another one of your grandmother's embroidered violet gowns that was changed to your measurements. Your hair was in a half bun and was securely in place thanks to many smaller hairpins. Your sole accessory was a gold necklace that sat just above your collar bone with a tulip pendant.

"Tell me Lord Baratheon."

"Princess Alys, I insist that you call me Raymont. We are both young after all." He wasn't wrong, the age difference between the two of you was only three years with him being older. But that didn't mean you were necessarily compatible personality wise. For one thing he almost stepped on your feet just then and luckily you had quickly went out of his way without compromising the dance.

"Lord Raymont, I am curious about what you may think may be a possible solution to the crisis that may erupt once the King dies."

"I will be honest Princess, I'm not sure if there is a long lasting solution."

"Oh surely you must have some thoughts."

"Well if you really must know, I think once the King dies your mother and your uncle will just order each other dead and we're all just waiting to see who surivives it. Ultimately it's sadly not up to us to decide who wears the crown as long as there is someone in charge." He spins you around almost too suddenly that you almost fell on his chest had you not been agile enough to regain your balance right away.

"Then may I ask why did you volunteer to become my suitor?"

"My mother wanted us to be the ones responsible for your safety. Since there will most likely be a war and you are so far the only neutral party, it will allow us to provide you with shelter and safety away from the chaos."

"Let me guess, in exchange for my safety during the conflict, you want me to exercise influence on whomever comes into power once the upcoming civil war has concluded."

"Of course, we have seen how much influence you wield in your days at court so far. We have no doubts you could do the same for the next ruler." The dance has ended, and you were thankful that Borros Baratheon's young brother readily gave you the information you needed during the course of the dance. Your Lannister suitor was less open until a few goblets of wine had him opening up to the same if not similar answers. You are yet to decide if being a rather popular marriage choice was a good thing or a bad thing.

In your periphery you spot Clement Celtigar talking with your parents as they were in the "black" area of the room alongside with other Velaryons and the Arryns.

"Enjoying the party so far?"

"Oh Aegon, you startled me." He laughs as he quickly downs a goblet of the wine served and gives it to a servant passing by.

"I was just waiting for you to finish your dance with the younger Baratheon brother. You've been pretty elusive from me dear niece, and I plan to rectify that. Let's have the next dance together."

"Actually I was planning on eating and resting my feet. Maybe you could direct us to a spot that's less crowded? Raymont Baratheon was a ... unique dancer."

"Hahaha very well. Just stay by my side niece." You take his arm as he leads you to a spot in the "greens" area that allowed only for two people.

"I'm starting to regret that we aren't the ones married. Had I known back then what I had known now, I think things would have turned out very differently."

"Oh? And what made you think that we would have been a better pair?'

"For one thing, maybe I would be more willing with someone to incentivize me to study." Two servants pulling out the chairs and await the two of you to settle into it. Another servant quickly serves you two a pie containing three different pieces of poultry inside it. You forgot the fancy word for it but you remember it by it's common name - a turducken pie. You were given a slice by the same servant who served it to both you and Aegon. Your goblet was filled with your much preferred apple juice, while Aegon's goblet was filled with wine, this time the wine was clear or "white" as they say.

"I'll be honest Aegon, I don't think you would have enjoyed studying even if I were your wife."

"Oh? And what would you think I would've been better in?"

"Hmm let's see, I actually wouldn't mind your partying as much as I thought." This caught his attention as feeds himself the turducken pie.

"Really?"

"Yes." You give him a smile before taking a drink from your goblet.

"My mother and my siblings detest that about me. Why won't it bother you?"

"Aegon even you have your own strengths. It's just that for you those strengths are more social rather than academic. From what I hear you could definitely be the life of the party sometimes."

"And what use would my preference for parties and wine benefit you as Queen had we been married? I already know that you would be the one mainly in charge of the realm, and do all of these politicking shit, but it's the first time I heard of my indulgences as a strength."

"Plenty actually. Tell me Aegon are people more willing to share things in this stuffy obviously political ball or in a real wild party in the streets or in some tavern?" His eyes begin to light up as he begins seeing your point.

"I see."

"If given the right training by a spy master, many people wouldn't mind sharing their secrets to you since we both don't like the politicking we are forced to do. You have the privilege of ignoring it entirely while I have to do it just to make sure I live long enough to be a crone."

His eyes roam around your form for awhile.

"I bet even in the form of a crone you would still be desireable."

"Let's not delude ourselves Aegon. One day even my alleged beauty will one day fade into obscurity and by then you will have more than tired of me."

"If you were my Queen, I wouldn't mind any affairs you would have." This made you raise an eyebrow at him.

"And what brought this up?"

"This whole dispute - it's mainly because your mother had an affair with a member of the Strong family. Don't worry I'm not one to rub salt on very obvious wounds. But frankly I'm bored and tired of it. We both know that I don't want to rule and Aemond is better for the job. Had we been married I would've found a way to ignore the fact that our children are most likely Aemond's rather than mine." This startled you. Is he perhaps referring to the rumors at court that maybe he wasn't the father of Helaena's children? That Aemond possibly may have been the father all along?

"Oh don't act so surprised. I'm not blind to the fact that around here everyone prefers Aemond over me. Even you spend the most time with him out of everyone in this side. For all his intelligence I'm surprised he hasn't found a loophole that would make him be King instead of me. But it seems the only possible way for that to happen is if I sneak away to Essos or commit suicide."

"Is this why you wanted to speak with me alone? Away from the prying ears of everyone else?" He nods as he refills his goblet once again.

"I hear you are seeking a peaceful solution to whatever this is. If you can remove me without killing me from becoming King then I will be forever greatful to you."

"But your mo-"

"My mother doesn't love me Alys. Surely that should be obvious by now. The only reason why I'm still here is because she has connections that prevent me from escaping to Essos. But it's obvious that neither she, my father the King, or even my grandfather the hand - cares about me beyond being their piece in their court games."

The herald suddenly calls everyone to attention.

"Odd, everyone in the guestlist has already arrived. Or so that's what the chief servant told me."

"Well the more the merrier. This will definitely make my mother and my grandfather worried. The meticulous thinkers they are."

The trumpets were sounded. This means that it must be either another diplomat or representative who has chosen to make a late appearance. Ensuring that all if not most of the important houses were already in the ball.

"Announcing his royal majesty, Qoren Martell of Dorne."

"Fuck" You hear Aegon say as he puts his head into his hands before downing another goblet full of wine.

You move to stand as you make your way to have a look at the prince you've only ever heard of.

He was definitely handsome, head full of curly hair, lean in built and though he seemed to be of average height, his confidence in every step made him all the more larger.

"King Viserys."

"Prince Qoren, no one was expecting you. You are of course welcomed here."

He chuckles, though his stance was relaxed.

"It is alright your majesty. If anyone was expecting us then what use would our surprise be? Hehehe. I hope you don't mind if my delegation and I join in on the festivities."

"Well at least this is going to be interesting." Aegon says, as he walks beside you albeit less stable than before.

"Maybe I could secretly negotiate with them to abduct me."

"Based from what I've been told about him he doesn't want anything to do with us or the Seven Kingdoms. I'm more confused as to why he is here." As the dance resumes, you see Qoren Martell making his way to your parents and dining with them.

Just as you are about to enter into the black's side of the room you feel someone grab your wrist.

"I don't know how but it seems you might just get the match you wanted all along." You look up at Aemond's face whom did not bother hiding his disdain.

"I thought you said that he wants nothing to do with dragons?"

"He's not, but it seems your neutrality and your lack of one are the very things that have attracted him to you in the first place."

"No - there must be something else, something hidden that we do not yet know of. From what I've heard of Qoren he doesn't want Dorne involved with the Seven Kingdoms. I don't think he's talking with my parents about a marriage alliance with him."

"Oh it's definitely a marriage alliance. It may or may not be with him, but a marriage alliance is the topic of what they are talking about."

You hear the musicians begin the opening notes to the next dance and it just occurred to you that Aemond has not let go of your hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"Of course." Never letting go he leads you to the dance area as some of the other courtiers begin to gather with their respective dance partners.

"It just occurred to me that this will be our first dance since we were children."

"Hahaha well let's see if you could still keep up with me."

"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" You give him a teasing grin as the two of you get into position. In your periphery you notice both Aegon and both sets of your siblings noticing who you were with. Both were too far for you to see their exact expressions. But given that they even noticed who you were with, Aemond must be trying to send a message to all of them. What that message is - you have yet to find out.

The dance begins with the women slowly twirling around their men. You take Aemond's hand as he now follows your momentum as he twirls you under his arm.

"What were you discussing with my brother?"

"For someone observant you seem to ask plenty of questions that may have been obvious to you."

"You know me, I like to be sure of what I've observed."

The music begins to slowly add a few more beats, a bit faster but not fast enough to allow spontaneity.

"I would prefer to hear what guesses you have with what we were discussing. So far it has simply been me giving you the answers. I wouldn't want to let your skills in observation go to waste."

He makes a twirl to go behind you before he once again twirls you underneath his arm.

"Alright since you insist." He whispers in your ear as he leads you in his arms. Safe yet really confident as he guides you through the other dance partners nearby. Some of whom have decided to dance more advance variations. A lot of it in bad taste since there wasn't enough room for such movements.

"From what I could tell he's telling you of his support for your research endeavors. No doubt Helaena has told him of it since you've visited her yesterday. He's desperate to not be made king and be the political pawn of my elders. He has appealed to your mutual dislike of politiciking."

He quickly moves in the way and placing you in his previous place. He bent slightly towards you as you realized two sets of enthusiastic dance partners had almost accidentally hit both you and him and his quick thinking spared both of you from that fate. You couldn't help but giggle a bit as they hit each other instead while you and Aemond were well out of their way.

"Well, did I get it right?"

You spot an incoming dancer from his blindside and guide him the other way. He picks up quickly and turns the two of you to another area. Using the momentum from that turn he pulls you in closer by grabbing your waist from behind.

"I would say so. Otherwise I wouldn't rely on your observations and just simply tell you. He opened with wondering what may have happened had your mother not rejected the marriage alliance with me."

"Mmmhmm and no doubt his self-pity of not wanting to be the puppet was able to get you to talk with him."

"Perhaps - and maybe I'm just an outsider but from what we've discussed it seems the two of you agree on some important things. He doesn't want to be next to rule and has no interest in staying in this type of environment. There is no question that you would be the better choice if it were up to the two of you."

"If only."

"He does raise a good point though."

"What?"

"That it's startling for someone as hardworking and ambitious as you to have not found a solution by now that benefits both of you. But I have my own guess about that."

You untangle from him now that the space around both of you isn't so suffocating as you continue to dance around each other.

"You either haven't found a solution and have decided to use him as a puppet as well despite your individual desires. But knowing you this is highly unlikely."

"What's the other guess?"

"That you have found a solution that could benefit not just both of you but the entire realm. Your problem is that there are many obstacles that you face in actually doing it. Or there is something or someone else stopping you. Perhaps the love of your mother since Aegon is her main piece to put on the throne and for her to influence affairs through him."

"Don't talk about my mother that way."

"You're proving my point."

"Tsch and you think your mother is so innocent?"

"I am more than aware that she isn't. But I don't let my love for her blind or hinder me to what is possible."

"You say that now as you revel in your neutrality."

"I became neutral because I'm doing my best to find a solution actively. But then again you already knew this."

He nods at you as you spend the rest of the dance in semi-comfortable silence. You two didn't need words that this is more of a mutual compromise rather than either of you conceeding to your debate. It was in your periphery as the two of you continue to dance that other dancers have now retreated to the sides and now it seems you and Aemond were the only ones dancing, yet the music hasn't stopped yet.

Never leaving his gaze for too long the two of you move along with the music and each other. You weren't sure if it's because of how your discussion has ended, or if it's just because now you are aware of how the two of you are well matched for this dance. But this newfound tension with a mix of underlying passion - probably from your discussion - was now evident and only made your movements with each other line up even more.

The music begins to slow as the two of you make one final twirl around each other. Some other pairs would grab each other's waist, raise their right hands and have them touch within the final turn. A part of you want to, but it didn't feel right. There was an invisible barrier still between the two of you that you both feel. Perhaps just as equally as your movements just seem to match each other.

You both use the momentum to go your separate ways before turning back facing each other as the music finally comes to an end.

You make a courtsey as he bows. How funny that even in this your movements match.

Soon you hear slow yet emerging clapping all around you. You're not sure what to really make of it. The sound of clapping could either be mocking or congratulatory, and you're not sure which one what they were doing now.

Still

If anything is in doubt, you fake a smile and begin softly clapping along with them.

"My that was a wonderful dance between the two of you." The King says as he and Qoren make their way to the two of you.

"It seems the rumors are true. Princess Alys is indeed one of the best dancers there are in this realm." Qoren says in his Dornish accent.

"Thank you so much your majesty. I'm unaware of such rumors about me being gossiped about."

"Rumors proven true are just news, my lady." He takes your hand and presses a light kiss on it. You feel his stubble as your skin touches his lips.

"Well of course Aemond here is such a fine dance partner for her. My boy has been well educated in various fields."

"I agree, but from what I hear since I've arrived - he is still unmarried, noh?" He releases your hand as Aemond moves closer to your side, now facing the King and Prince Qoren.

"I am in no rush to enter into such a lifelong commitment Prince Martell."

"Ah you must want to savor the delights of being an unmarried man. I don't blame you. I was extremely invested in worldly pleasures before I married."

Oh so he wasn't here for a marriage alliance with you or anyone. It must be for something else then.

"I did not know you had married your majesty."

"My marriage is a new one, one I just consummated before I made my trip here. I came to talk about our dispute involving the triarchy. Something your stepfather seems to be more than happy to simply take up arms against us. But ah this is a party, we should be enjoying ourselves. Come Princess Alys, there are some people from my delegation that I would like to introduce you to." You take his arm as he introduces you to many members of the Dornish delegation. At the back of your head you feel Aemond's presence close by as he accompanies the King conversing with various members of the delegation.

"Ah and here is Arari, he is not formally a part of my delegation but I did promise him that my delegation would bring him here for his studies. Arari!"

The man named Arari turns and face you. You were surprised at how different he is from all the other Dornish. His hair was was long jet black. He was broader than Ser Ion's build, but based on how he looks so far, he's closer in age to you. Possibly the same age with Aemond. He wasn't ugly. You can see why some people would find him attractive, but you just couldn't find yourself drawn to him the way you were with Aemond and Ser Ion. By the way he makes his way toward you, you could tell he was confident and energetic.

"Arari, this is Princess Alys Velaryon. Eldest Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and the first grandchild of King Viserys."

"A pleasure to meet you Princess." He bows to you as he goes closer to you.

"A pleasure as well dear Ser. I hope you are well with your travels. I know how it isn't always pleasant."

"Why thank you Princess. Based on the party going on my trip coming here has been well worth it."

"May I ask why you aren't considered a part of the delegation?"

"Simple your highness. I'm not Dornish. I'm originally from Saath. When I wanted to be a scholar I made my way to Lorath since I had relatives there. Their resources were not enough so with the recommendation of my teachers I began my journey towards anywhere with a library. In exchange I teach them about Saathi and Lorathen culture."

"Oh you have the same profession as Ser Ion as a travelling scholar. Ser Ion works the same way but his field is on Valyrian culture and what remains of it till this day."

"Well I hope to meet him soon once I am able to settle down here."

"Forgive me for my lack of manners but I didn't know that many places valued travelling scholars."

"Oh you would be surprised Princess. After all knowledge is one of the most important tools a person could have. Without the right knowledge, even a soldier could suffer greatly."

"Then he is a mere foot soldier and not a well-trained one." You hear Aemond says as he goes to your side. Placing you in his right side.

"Also true, his highness certainly knows what makes the difference between a soldier and a commander."

"And this is venturing into something that I lack any knowledge of. I hope you enjoy the party." You make a small courtsey towards him.

"Thank you for the dance Prince Aemond." You give him a small nod as he gives you one in return. His gaze reassuring as you retire for the evening. You'll need some time to reflect on the events that happened tonight.

That night a rather strange dream comes to you.

You awaken facing a cluttered writing desk. This time it felt different. Whereas before it seemed like you were acting and travelling knowing that it is your dream, this felt more like you were reenacting what already has been done. More like a memory.

But weren't memories supposed to be recalling the past? Why did this feel like a memory when you were more than sure that you have not seen these things before?

You stretch your body as you step out of your bed and you hear music playing from beyond what appeared to be your bedroom. You feel yourself be delighted and your body eagerly goes to the source of the music.

As the sun rises in what appeared to be a living space. Just out of reach from the emerging ray of sunrise was a somewhat familiar figure. The figure was holding what appeared to be a fiddle or a similar instrument to it. But you couldn't pick out why.

"I hope you've drunk your sun medicine before coming here." You feel yourself say. You are then reminded that this somehow feels like a memory playing itself in your dreams.

"Hahaha, I wouldn't have played my violin if I hadn't. Shall I prove it to you?" That voice. Was it...?

"No need darling. I trust you. I always find myself delighted when I hear you play the Angel of Music instrumental." Your body feels joy as the figure finally faces you in the light.

Ser Ion was there in an expression of joy, love, and sensitivity towards you.

Or rather he looks like Ser Ion.

He definitely didn't act like him.

Ser Ion had an air of loneliness despite being surrounded by many people. There was an impatience in him which turned to reluctant patience when he began helping you with your powers. He was always enthusiastic about sharing Valyrian culture and any discourse surrounding it. Almost as if he was urgently trying to ensure that many people who would listen to him knew.

Whomever this figure was. Whomever he was that shared his form and voice was softer yet there was an underlying strength to him. He was confident in playing for you that even if he seemed to be both a stranger and yet familiar to you.

The tune he played with the object called the violin was undoubtedly beautiful. Your heart couldn't help but soar and swell with love and delight.

When he finished he goes toward you.

"This is just my first gift to you for today."

"You're making me blush."

"I like it when you blush."

"Now I'm concerned that I haven't prepared anything to give you today."

"You don't have to. You being in my life is a gift in itself."

He comes closer to you and you feel yourself leaning in towards him as your foreheads touch as he softly holds you closer to him.

"Happy Anniversary, wife."

You feel shock as your body reaches up to kiss him.

And then everything shifted after you felt your lips touch.

This time it was much more vague than the previous scene. Again it felt like a memory rather than an abstract dream.

This time you find yourself just removing your hands from a man shackled. Stepping more out of the way it turns out the man was shackled by both hands and feet by vines restraining him.

"Please, just kill me!"

"This is my punishment to you, for what you have done." You feel yourself say as you get a better look at the man still restrained by the vines. He was of average built, his unruly brown hair and full unkempt beard gave the impression that he was dirty. You felt yourself feel like you have given a relatively fair punishment.

"Fuck you! What makes me different than the vampires and the zombies? Why punish those who would like to see what Frankenstein sees?"

"You have clearly not finished the entire book. But no matter once the vines let you go, you can find out the entire story for yourself as you suffer."

You turn towards what appeared to be the exit from wherever you were.

"And if you think Vampires and Zombies are the same then you are gravely mistaken. One group does not violate my laws, the other does. You're a smart man, I'll let you figure that out on your own."

You make your exit as the man continues to curse you.

Then you wake up.

What a bizzare dream. Or rather it seems more like memories. But memories of what? You haven't been married yet and you don't recall punishing anyone of anything that was worse than death.

"Your instincts are right child. They are indeed memories. They are memories of your soul before this lifetime." The Prophetess Agnes says after she hears your consultation about your dreams.

"Is there a reason why they are invading my dreams?"

"Yes, I cannot tell you the full reason why. That would only be detrimental to you."

"It's fine, what can you tell me?"

"For now, as far as your dreams are concerned: Accept that you do not yet know the full meaning behind why they are occurring now. But once you recall everything, you will have an epiphany amidst a dire situation."

"Dire situation? It's the upcoming civil war isn't it." She gives you a sad smile.

"I cannot say child, but the seeds of such situation...they are already planted. What I can tell you is to be cautious, for there are those targetting you. But if you are clever you may use it to your advantage."

"...Can I not convince you to be a little bit more clearer?"

"My apologies child. But that is as clear as I can tell you without sacrificing your growth."

You nod as you give her a pouch of coins. She quickly checked it before she nods and gives you a reassuring smile. You stand as the Priestess Kara enters the room with a young man. More on the lanky side with his hair shortened as much as possible. He would have been mistaken for being bald had it not been for his seemingly black hairline and black area on his head.

"Oh Princess Alys, I would like to introduce you to one of our acolytes who will spend some months here. This is Kormy, I believe you two are the same age. Kormy this is Princess Alys Velaryon, eldest child of the Princess Rhaenyra and older twin sister of Prince Jacearys Velaryon."

"Hello your highness, I am Kormy from Braavos. I went to Asshai to be more devoted to the Red God. I hope I used the right greeting for you Princess."

"Oh don't worry I'm fine with simply 'My lady' Ser Kormy. It's my mother, my stepfather Prince Daemon, Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond, Princess Helaena, and Prince Daeron who should be addressed as 'Your Highness'. Although I can tell you right now that my parents wouldn't mind outside of formal settings."

You give a slight courtsey after he bows before you.

"It will be his name day in a few days Princess. We will be having a modest gathering for him."

"Priestess Kara - "

"He has been wondering if you would be able to attend."

"You don't have to my lady." He blushes in embarassment as Priestess Kara laughs.

"Where will it be?"

"Just here among us in the room next door. It wouldn't be as grand as any balls that are organized. But there will be good food and maybe some music."

You smile at him, your expression is reassuring.

"I'll do my best to make it Ser Kormy. I hope nothing will hinder me from attending."

"Don't worry acolyte, the Princess will be there." The Prophetess Agnes says with a lighthearted tone before she and Priestess Kara laugh and Ser Kormy's face became even redder.

"I'll see you in a few days for your name day celebration, Ser Kormy. Just be sure to send someone to remind me."

"Yes, thank you so much Princess." His boyish delight touched your heart as you exited the room. In the room to your left, Helaena also exits from what presumably was a session with the mystic Reyna.

"Oh Alys what a delight to see you again. I need your help." She grabs your hand as the two of you walk side by side moving towards her quarters.

"Alright but with what?"

"I need your help with dancing."

"Dancing? Helaena you know all the formal dances to these balls."

"Just because I know them doesn't mean I'm graceful like you are. In the last ball I only danced with Aemond and a few other familiar faces."

"What's wrong with that? You and Aemond seem to be having a good time while I had to struggle with Tyland Lannister wanting to only embrace me and not follow the steps-"

"But you made it so beautiful even in spite your struggles."

You both reached her quarters and her children were in a corner playing with their toys and with their nurses.

"Alys come play with us!"

"Tell us more stories please!"

"Oh I'm sorry my loves. But I need her help more."

"Don't worry I'll just be here with your mother. And if you're good, maybe I'll tell you a story again."

With them temporarily sated you and Helaena sit on her couch.

"I want to be able to dance like you. You are so stunning and magnetic when you dance. It's no wonder why both Aegon and Aemond want to dance with you." You raise an eyebrow at that.

"This is the first time that I've heard of this."

"You can't be serious."

"I know I'm one of the better dancers among my siblings, but that was for informal spontaneous dances. I still don't know if I'm any good in any of these formal dances."

"Have you really not noticed how many were watching you and Aemond in the last ball before you retired? They were entranced by how well you two moved."

"I think they were mainly watching Aemond."

"No, it was you they were definitely watching. It was a mix of envy for Aemond and desire for you."

"Well it was hard to notice those things while dancing and trying not to accidentally hit someone dancing close by. A part of me was worried that I was too stiff since I've only just learned the dances. But then I just let myself move with Aemond and with the music."

"But see you are a really good dancer. Please teach me Alys."

"Why do you want to learn so badly? I have no experience in teaching this."

"Because I also want to help." She takes both of your hands in hers.

"I know I'm rather unusual among our family but I don't think I would do any good just dancing with the people I know. I'm not good in politicking, but if dancing with the right person would help things even just a little bit, then I would really like to improve. Especially since Aegon doesn't really care about mine or our children's safety. I know you don't how to teach what must come naturally for you but even then maybe just a little bit of insight is enough. It's definitely better than nothing."

You could see the desperation in her eyes, and she did have a point. It was one thing for her to be mainly concerned for their children but since Aegon just cared about drinking and sleeping around, she needed to find as much people who are willing to support her and the children. If this civil war was not prevented then Aemond, Daeron and other people who may support her may die or be otherwise unavailable to help her.

"Alright, I'll do my best to help. But I'm not even sure if I'm a good teacher."

"Oh thank you so much Alys!"

You two embrace just as you hear her chamber doors open.

"Helaena dear - oh I wasn't expecting you had a ... visitor." Queen Alicent says as she looks at you with suspicion. Beside her was a man you haven't seen before.

"I was just asking Alys for some help mother."

"On what matters?"

"Just to help improve on my dancing that's all."

"I see, well it's time for your religious studies Helaena."

"With all due respect, your grace. I think it's wonderful if both of them would be involved. Aemond is unavailable and the Princess Helaena does better with at least one other person she knows." The middle-aged man says as his eyes scan your body.

"Oh Alys this is Ser Callan Kurztos, one of my teachers for religious studies under the faith."

"Ser Kurztos? The magistrate in King's Landing?"

"One of many. You have been adjusting to life here in the capital?"

"Honestly speaking Ser Kurztos, I feel I am still adjusting and haven't really settled quite yet."

"I find that hard to believe. I saw you and your siblings dance in a street party quite recently."

"Yes that was quite enjoyable dear Ser. But that was just a casual party, not the grind of daily life."

"Alys would you like to join us? I'd be really pleased if you could." As much as you would want to stay with Helaena, the tension in the room was suffocating. Queen Alicent was tense with you and Ser Callan Kurztos was staring at you strangely and in a way that made you feel uncomfortable.

"As much as I would like to, I have a prior engagement that I have to take care of. I'll see you around Helaena. Good day your grace, Ser Kurztos."

You make a courtsey to each of them before hastening to exit the room. Once you were outside you take a large breath. You still were not completely sure how Queen Alicent saw you. She was mad at your brothers and your mother, certainly. But you cannot read what she thinks of you.

However if anything these past few days taught you, it was better to be reasonably safe. And it seems it was safer to presume that you were included in the most hated people on her list. After all for all you know, she had someone in mind for Aemond. Probably a daughter of Borros Baratheon if not a lady of either the Lannisters or the Tyrells. Your presence around Aemond may make him more reluctant to have a marriage alliance with whomever she needs.

Your assurances that Aemond was too duty bound to not fulfill his duties to his house would fall on deaf ears.

"Need a time of contemplation?" You hear a voice which startled you from your thoughts as you were walking by the garden.

You look up as you see Arari pass by holding a bunch of books by his hands.

"Oh good day Ser Arari. I was just taking in some air. The past hours have been quite eventful for me."

"It looks like you need some rest Princess. Maybe I should escort you to your room."

"Thank you Ser Arari, but don't you need to go back to your studies?"

"Not to worry, I am quite used to the weight of books on my hands. Come you should rest."

"While escorting me, maybe you could enlighten me about Saathi and Lorethan culture. As much as the library here is quite extensive, the only thing available here about Saath is that it survived the doom of Valyria and that it used to be a part of the Kingdom of Saar."

"Are you sure you wouldn't just fall asleep on the way to your room?" You both chuckle. Even you can't deny how drained you feel.

"Start with the things people get wrong then. Maybe I'll absorb it as I sleep."

"Very well then." He then tells you tales of Saathi culture and how they the Tagaez Fen or the Taller men survived the doom of Valyria. Many of which were just more detailed accounts of what you've read.

"Since coming to Dorne I was amused by the beliefs of the Ironborn."

"You mean their practices surrounding the Drowned God?"

"Yes, but I'm referring to how they paint his rival as a Storm God. To them he is the evil that must be pushed back. But to us the Saathi and in some parts of Loreth, our main deity is the Storm God. Or rather we refer to him as the God of the Heavens. Responsible for either bringing storms or good weather. What else could be more unpredictable than when a lightning appears from the sky?"

"You have a point Ser Arari. I guess I've been surrounded by the idea that it is fire that is the most powerful." He chuckles as you both pass by the turn which would ultimately lead to your room. The sun was setting and the sky was turning dark. There was not much people around because everyone is rushing to a place to have dinner.

"Thank you again Ser A-AAhchoo!" To your horror some sparks flew out of your nose and mouth. You managed to redirect it away from Ser Arari, but there was no denying that he had definitely seen the sparks exit from you.

"Princess? Are you-"

"I'm fine it's just a-aaahhchoo!" Oh no. It was fortunate that he was able to go out of his way to dodge the sparks.

"You have powers Princess?"

"Please don't tell anyone. Is it alright if we could talk about it tomorrow?"

"Very well. Where shall we meet?"

"Well I usually meet with another scholar, Ser Ion, in the library after I visit my grandfather in the morning. He also knows of my hidden talents. Please don't speak of this to anyone."

"You have my word Princess. I will see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow came after a dreamless night. You must be so worried that it had concerned Aemond enough as he escorts you to the library after giving the King his daily pain relief.

"Alys what happened?"

"Why do you think something happened?"

"Because by now you would usually be talking about your strange dreams or any observations about court. Instead you are rather silent. And I'm left to be the one to extract from you." He guides you toward a semi-private alcolve that allowed the two of an adequate amount of privacy while being public enough not to give anyone any illicit ideas of what the two of you were up to.

"Come on, what is it?" After making sure that no one has seen the two of you or is possibly eavesdrop on your conversation, you step closer to him to ensure that he could hear your whispers.

"Yesterday, Ser Arari was escorting me to my room. I sneezed in front of him and sparks flew out." You meet his gaze as you don't bother hiding how worried you were.

"I asked him not to tell anyone, maybe he has, maybe he didn't but I am worried about more people knowing -"

"Should I accompany you then?"

"No, it's already worrisome to me that even you and Ser Ion knows about this. Ser Arari is practically a stranger and I don't know what he wants from me."

"Then allow me to join you in whatever meeting the two of you have -"

"That's not good for you though."

"How?"

"When I visited Helaena yesterday your mother was staring at me with suspicion just because she asked me for help with her dancing. I bet it's because you've been spending more time with me than with other possible wives."

"That's not an issue at all. Daeron is still unmarried and she doesn't bother him. It may just be surprise that you've been visiting Helaena. Besides if she wanted a marriage alliance through me, she would be asking me to have meals with the family members here. Not fly to wherever my potential wife may be."

"Well...if you're sure."

"Alys I wouldn't be offering if I knew it would compromise any of my selfish interests. Allow me to help you with this." He brushes a hand against your cheek. It was gentle, meant to be reassuring. But from his gaze you could tell that he wanted to be with you facing whatever problem this may face for you.

"Are you sure you won't miss your training?"

"I think it's about time I give my sparring partners a rest. Beside it's good for them to always be waiting on me. Keeps them in check."

"You sadist."

"You can't deny it's effective...well? What's your call?" You take a breath before relenting.

"Very well - but I'm the one going to take charge."

"Isn't that what you already do?"

You both chuckle and taking his arm you make his way to the library.

At the entrance of the library it turns out Sers Arari and Ion had been talking for awhile.

"Princess Alys you've arrived, and good day to you too your highness."

"You've both been talking while waiting for me?"

"Indeed my lady, perhaps we should continue our discussion inside-"

"I agree, let's finally settle any problems you have." Aemond says as he follows you inside. Giving the librarian one glance and the librarian directed your group towards a table separated from the main library where you may freely talk without interrupting other readers.

"Forgive me lady Alys, but may I ask why his highness is joining us over a potentially sensitive matter?"

"He knows, Ser Ion."

"I'm here to make sure whatever happens is for her benefit. Especially when a stranger has witnessed her ... hidden talents."

You felt his gaze staring them down from your periphery.

"No need to worry Princess. As a matter of fact I think I may be able to help with the ... sparkling problem."

"May I ask how Ser Arari?"

"You see Princess, sparks are just the smaller version of lightning. And my people, especially the ones who worship the God of the Heavens are known for magical practices of the lightning kind."

"Lightning? I'm sorry Ser Arari but I have problems believing that another travelling scholar just so happened to be able to help me with this."

Ser Arari places a hand facing upwards with the other hand hovering just above it.

And then a small bolt of lightning passed from one hand to the next. The bolt then travelled again in the opposite direction. And soon a steady stream of lightning was trapped in the confines of his hand.

"As you can see my Princess, I know how to manage this kind of power. Would you like me to teach you?"

The discussion afterwards was thankfully more straightforward. You may not entirely trust Ser Arari but if anything were to happen to you, at the very least Aemond would know if anything were to happen.

"I'm going to see you both tomorrow night." The King says as you finish placing energy in his blood circulation.

"Couldn't we move it to the evening after father? Alys has a party tonight and she might be too exhausted from it." You could hear the teasing underneath the sarcasm. His expression also belied his true intentions.

"It's just a modest name day dinner Aemond. I might even be able to retire early."

"I doubt that, especially with the name day boy being one of your admirers."

"Oh as if you don't have admirers of your own! You must be aware of the ladies swooning whenever you pass by."

He smirks at you as you hear the King chuckle.

"Well give my blessings to the name day boy Alys. Were I more able I would've made a visit too."

"Don't push yourself grandfather, besides I'm sure you would rather ponder the options of Aemond's potential wife to be."

"At this point my dear Alys, I'm would even accept someone from Dorne to be his wife."

"Let's not be hasty now father."

"Aemond, I'm not getting any younger, I could die any day now. I just don't want you to be alone for the rest of your life. Oh the maesters have arrived."

As soon as you and Aemond exit the chambers you make your way to the courtyard for practicing your powers.

"Good luck with your combat training Aemond."

"Good luck with you too Alys. One day you'll have to allow me to watch you."

"Maybe when I'm no longer a beginner and at risk of accidentally killing you."

"Then how come Ser Ion is still alive?"

"Geros Ilas Aemond." He chuckles as you turn towards the courtyard to begin your training.

Since it was just your first day, Ser Arari mainly lectured on how Saathi magic users controlled lightning. Lightning tends to accompany fluids such as the rain and in your case, your nose and your mouth.

Afterwards you begin your fire exercises with Ser Ion. This time you were to light up a room full of torches.

You sadly were only able to light up only half of them.

"Make sure you don't run out of breath. Even dragons need air to make fire."

"Had I known it would be this exhausting I might have skipped training today."

"Your party is still later in the evening."

"Ser Ion maybe she should be finished early. Women have grander preparations for social gatherings than we do."

"And I've been doing these fire exercises for hours now." Ser Ion looks at you with frustration, but relents after seeing how exhausted you are.

You take a small nap in order to regain your energy. Telling your handmaiden that if it's time to dress she should awaken you.

As you fell into deep sleep. You find yourself dreaming once again.

This time you found yourself watching a peculiar scene. A part of this feels familiar in a way that you may have watched a performance of this sometime before.

An old man whom you don't recognize, dressed in black robes began singing.

🎵"Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit pater)"🎵

He then moves toward the big fireplace, his voice getting louder more declaratory.

🎵"Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)"🎵

You don't know how you know but it was at this moment onwards that you knew this was a nightmare. You wish you could look away but you can't.

🎵"Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there? Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (cogitatione) I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her brunette hair Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)

Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin"🎵

He takes out a translucent scarf and begins caressing it on his face. And you felt violated, you want to runaway but you were trapped watching him.

🎵"This burning desire Is turning me to sin"🎵

A mass of red hooded figures emerge around you. Singing in a language that seems familiar but you couldn't quite recall right now.

🎵"It's not my fault (mea culpa) I'm not to blame (mea culpa) It is the bastard girl the witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa) It's not my fault (mea culpa) If in God's plan (mea culpa) He made the Devil so much stronger than a man (mea maxima culpa)"🎵

They return to the fire, and to your horror you notice a figure that vaguely resembles you. Alluring the old man to embrace her while dancing around.

🎵"Protect me, Maria Don't let this siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone Destroy Alys Velaryon And let her taste the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone"🎵

You really wish you could escape as he becomes even more manic. But anything you try to do you feel suffocated, as if you really were on a burning pyre struggling to breathe.

🎵"Hellfire Darkfire Now bastard, it's your turn Choose me or your pyre Be mine or you will burn"🎵

You feel yourself crying out tears as you try to scream out your pain. But your voice doesn't emerge. No one can hear you as the old man leans against the wall as the shadows of the hooded figures grow.

🎵"Kyrie eleison God have mercy on her Kyrie eleison God have mercy on me Kyrie eleison But she will be mine Or she will burn"🎵

Your eyes open quickly with you breathing heavily.

Of all the nightmares to have before a name day celebration it had to be this one. You couldn't help but feel the tears fall from your eyes as you feel violated. Who was that man lusting after you? You don't even remember him let alone what you've done to cause him to react this way.

"Are you alright my lady?" The acolyte Ser Kormy asks as he finds you staring intently at the fire place. Your goblet of ale still unfinished.

"Oh Ser Kormy, I'm sorry if I seem lightheaded in your name day celebration."

"It is no problem my lady, I was actually frightened you wouldn't appear. Tell me what is troubling you." His eyes reminded you of the expression that Luce would sometimes give you when he knew something was troubling you. It was a mix of the eyes of a puppy dog and a baby dragon.

"I wouldn't want to damper your party."

"The party is slowing down now. I think we can afford to discuss anything at this point."

You would prefer it if you would discuss this with one of the Holy women, but all three have retired for the evening and for their individual rituals.

Since he is so willing, you supposed there shouldn't be any harm sharing this with Ser Kormy. He was an acolyte after all and maybe it was a nightmare just scaring you more than it should.

"Earlier, while I was napping, I had a bizarre nightmare. I don't know why it's still scaring me now that I am awake." His expression was contemplative as he offers you his arm.

"Come with me, I may know something to help clarify your nightmare."

"But you can't leave your own party." You exclaim.

"I can, especially if it's to help someone in need. Besides more people are retiring already." It was then that you looked at your surroundings and you see and hear people bidding each other good evening and that they are now going to retire for the night.

He leads you to a room near the three rooms mainly used by the Holy women. In the room there was a rather large table with a large candelabra at the center of it. You take a seat opposite each other as he puts an unlit candle in between the two of you.

"The flames of this candelabra was blessed according to the traditions of R'hllor. In these flames comes enlightenment and a clarification of truth. We can use these flames to help clarify why you had that nightmare and what does it mean."

"How are we going to do that?"

"You've seen Priestess Kara do it. I'll be acting as a medium while you ask questions. Priestess Kara could do it without the candles, but I still need to rely on them." You feel yourself be a little bit disturbed. It must have showed on your face because he's immediately concerned.

"Oh I'm sorry my lady, I should've asked if you were comfortable with this first."

"It's fine but...does this mean you're going to have multiple voices?"

"Maybe, I know I have two voices coming out of me. But sometimes it could be more than that. Don't worry the voices are benign, it's just to show that we really are tools for the divine more than anything. That is if you're still willing to try."

Some parts of you wanted to turn around and run away. But you also couldn't lose this chance to know about what your nightmare could mean.

"I'm ready."

He nods and then focuses on the fire in between the two of you. After some time his pupils vanished and his mouth began speaking in a voice drastically lower than his speaking voice. His normal voice was now there just to remind you of the impossibility of an ordinary person not within the R'hllor faith to have this ability.

"You come here seeking answers because of your nightmare. Ask your questions truth seeker."

"Thank you. First I would like to know why I had such nightmare."

"You were given the nightmare by someone who loves you."

This is puzzling.

"Loves me? Why would someone send something so traumatizing if they loved me?"

"It's one of the few ways he could warn you about what's to come without risking too much of what will happen."

"So he sends a nightmare?"

"How else would you remember it once you've awaken? Plenty of times dreams are forgotten at the moment of waking."

Hmm he had a point.

"Then may I ask, what was it trying to warn me of? I just feel violated, horrified, and suffocated by an old man lusting after a figure of me emerging from the fire."

"Then you have recieved the warning truth seeker. There are many around you who lust after you, and who would not mind it if you were to be tortured or persecuted if you rejected them. You will feel the trauma you are feeling now. Which is why you must prepare yourself."

"Prepare myself? How? Why didn't this someone - whomever he is - just tell me the names of those who would wish to harm me?"

"Simple, he and many others who love you cannot interfere with the free will of these people. There is still a chance that they may not act on it, and there is a chance that they will chase after you. All they can do is send you an unforgettable warning to take care, find your own strength, to not give up on your beliefs...and most importantly to have hope."

"Hope?"

"Yes, truth seeker. Hope. Never give up the hope that your actions have made an impact, even if it doesn't seem like it. Have hope that some tragedies are necessary to prepare you for the future."

As you lay down in your bed that evening you begin to recall what the Priestess Kara had told you when she arrived.

"Speaking of hope...When you are in doubt of what to do or where your journey is headed Princess Alys, just remember the words of your father. The words that allowed him to defeat the morningstar."

From what your mother and those around both of your fathers have said, they too were also puzzled because neither Sers Leanor Velaryon nor Harwin Stong had an opponent whose moniker was "The morningstar" or anything similar in meaning. Neither did it refer to any weapons any of their opponents wielded. And with a name like "Morningstar" it's bound to have some sort of fame.

But what did this have to do with hope?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much for reading, I'll be back in writing gear after Dec. 17. Part 5 starts with the infamous last supper scene but this time with Alys in between Aegon and Jace. Directly across King Viserys.

Some other notes:

1.) I know the made up names are strange and seemingly unnatural. There is a purpose for that (and also because I just pormanteau'd some names) later in the story when the drama really happens;

2.) The angel of music instrumental that the Ser Ion look alike from her past life memories (I can't say his name yet) is this one. This is in honor of my late grandfather who passed away in May of this year. But I also genuinely love Phantom of the Opera and the musical will forever hold a place in my heart;

3.) Hellfire is composed by Alan Menken and performed by Tony Jay with some lyrics modified to fit the story (btw check out Hellfire in Latin or in an Epic Orchestra version);

4.) It's only now that I realized that I have given her a moment with each of the three siblings (since Daeron is not yet in the show), Aemond is a given of course but I actually wasn't expecting to write a moment with Aegon and Helaena (but that's where the writing muse lead me to);

5.) This is on the "filler" episode side because I need to introduce many of the main suitors players as much as possible. You'll see why later (Hint: If you know what famous story the amphora in my Spoilers with no context post is from, then you already know why there are many suitors).

#aemond targaryen #aemond fic #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #Aemond one eye #House of the dragon #Hotd #The sandman #Zaldrizo Lentor #Crossover fanfiction #Aemond x reader #aemond x fem!reader #Aemond x Alys Velaryon #Hotd fanfiction #Sandman fanfiction

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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern) Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, oral sex mentioned, kinda soft August This is kinda AU, because August survived the events of MI:Fallout Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...) Credits: Pics for the header from Pinterest

A big thank you to the wonderful @legendarywizarddetective Honey, thanks for your support, your advice and your opinion. You have no idea, how much I appreciate your help <3 xxx

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Chapter 1

Fern

I'm bent over my desk, still recovering from my orgasm, while August is railing me hard from behind to reach his own climax. It doesn't take him long. He comes with a suppressed growl that turns into a satisfied moan slowly. As usual he pulls out right after, gives me a playful slap on my naked butt and stuffs his dick back into his pants with a smug smile.

He never undresses to fuck me and he never asks me to get naked. He just hitches up my skirt or dress, pulls my panties out of the way and enters my pussy with his fingers, his tongue or his dick. My clothes have turned into some kind of code with time. If I wear trousers I know he won't touch me, so if I choose to wear a pair of jeans it's my way to say no. If I wear a skirt or a dress he knows he can have me if he wants to. It doesn't happen every day or on a regular basis, sometimes we fuck five days in a row and sometimes we don't for two weeks and that's part of its charm.

Whenever it happens, it is always quick and dirty and pretty good. Sure, there's no tenderness, no cuddling, hardly any kissing but it still is great sex. Satisfying and uncomplicated, no strings attached. I never thought I could enjoy physical love without being emotionally involved, but with August it works somehow. I don't even know how it happened, can hardly tell how this started.

I used to work at the CIA as a team assistant, he was THE notorious agent, August "The Hammer" Walker, effective, discreet, intimidating, mysterious, larger-than-life. Yeah, I know, this alone sounds sexy as hell and you haven't even seen him. Tall, broad shouldered, dark hair, blue eyes, face like an angel but his signature mustache and the three-days-stubble giving it a dangerous touch. We got along quite well but it was all strictly professional back then. He always kept a distance, not only from me but from everyone and I knew he was well out of my league anyway, even if we hadn't worked together.

After the disaster with Ethan Hunt I was shocked, devastated even, because I'd never expected him to be a traitor and I was sure I'd seen the last of him after the events in Kashmir. To my big surprise he contacted me a few weeks after. He had somehow survived the fight with Hunt and the explosion and bailed himself out of this mess. I still don't know how he made it, what or who he sold to the government but it must have been a huge deal because they cleared his record and he was free to do whatever he wanted under one condition, he had to leave the country. He chose to make a fresh start in London and to set up a cyber security business with a partner. This partner is Peter Brooks, who is an ex-hacker August knows from some CIA investigations, and they are the perfect team -August sells security, Peter programs it, August is responsible for the hardware, Pete for the software. And a good team needs a team assistant and that was the point where I got involved.

I don't know why he asked me of all people, maybe because he knew I was unattached and because we had already proven that we worked together well. I asked him several times for his reasons but he always shrugged it off. I was hesitant about taking his offer, of course I was, I didn't trust him anymore, he had been public enemy number one and to be honest I was scared. I was afraid of him, of what he could be up to, of the potential for violence he was radiating and his criminal energy in general, but he offered me lots of money, a wonderful apartment in Shoreditch and he promised me that he would never expose me to any kind of danger, that he'd changed and that I would never have to do something illegal for him. I believed him, mostly because I wanted to. I was desperate to add a little adventure to my boring existence and earning much more than an average assistant plus living in one of the greatest cities in the world seemed to be an attractive prospect. Up to now I haven't regretted my decision.

August has kept his word. There are no signs that the company is involved in any illegal deals and as far as I know he is not scheming or hiding something. Actually I'm quite sure of that because we all know that the federal authorities keep a close eye on him and his little business. Moreover we've got to know each other quite well and I imagine that I would know if he was hiding something from me. Maybe I would, maybe it's just wishful thinking but I tend to say that I can judge him quite well by now. That's not surprising actually, considering how much time we spend together, 12 to 16 hours a day, five to six days a week.

How did the sex thing begin you ask? I don't really know. Maybe it was the glances he started to give me, the attention I wasn't used to. I just started to feel good around him, sexy and wanted. Of course it's flattering that a handsome man like him shows interest in someone like me, even if it's just physical.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. He travels a lot, is away for days or weeks sometimes and I know he doesn't end up lonely in his hotel room every night. But we have kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell-policy and I'm fine with it.

The first time we fucked was a good year ago and 9 months after I came to London to work for Walker & Brooks SecTec. I wore one of my summer dresses, dark blue with white dots, plain but cute, and August complimented me on my outfit several times that day. He had never done this before. When I was just about to leave he suddenly stood in the doorway of my office and looked at me with a feral grin that gave me goosebumps. "What?" I asked him with a frown.

"Nothing. It's just...you better not wear that dress again at work." His grin turned into a smirk.

"Why? You said you like it." I looked down at my body, feeling self-conscious all of the sudden.

"Right. I like it a little too much, Fern."

I gave him a sheepish smile. "What's that supposed to mean?" He came closer, standing right in front of me now.

"It means you look so delicious in that dress, you're giving me a hard time trying to control myself around you."

I was speechless in that moment and pretty sure that he was making fun of me. In my whole life there hadn't been a single man that had problems with his self control around me. I'm just not the kind of woman that drives a guy out of his mind.

"That's not funny."

"It's not supposed to be funny. I'm serious."

He looked me deep in the eyes, his face was just inches away from mine. Suddenly he grabbed me by my waist and spinned me around, pulling me close to him. "Your ass is so juicy in that dress, your waist so small, your breasts so beautiful, I just can't stop thinking about touching you." He whispered all this into my ear and then I felt his lips on my neck. They brushed the sensitive flesh just lightly. He did nothing more for a moment, and I knew he hesitated to give me a chance to turn him down, to say no to him. I didn't. I said yes that day. I let him kiss my neck. I let him squeeze my ass. I let him caress my tits. I turned around and kissed him and I moaned into his mouth under his touch. I felt how hard he was, how much he wanted me and it was the greatest turn-on. All the dirty things he told me, the magic his skilled hands worked on my body, the sexual energy and the dominance he was radiating from every pore - I was putty in his hands, willing to give him everything...everything I had craved since I'd moved here. I was touch starved, there hadn't been a single date or something because my whole life was like eat-work-sleep-repeat. He fucked me on my desk that day. Standing between my legs -my dress hitched up, my panties lying in the corner of the room- he thrust his big dick into my needy pussy with force and without mercy, giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

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August

Fern. I know she hates her name, but if you ask me, it's beautiful. Old fashioned in a good way, special, innocent and very pretty. Just like the woman who bears it. You wonder if that's the reason why I asked her to work for me? Because she's so pretty with her long honeyblond hair and the big brown eyes? You think I hired her because I wanted to fuck her right from the start? I'm sorry to disappoint you but you're wrong. I didn't see her that way in the beginning.

When we worked together for the CIA she was in a relationship anyway. We never talked about it, it was all strictly professional back then, but she had this picture of a guy on her desk, a good looking man with a boyish smile and the aura of an intellectual snob. Eventually the picture vanished and wasn't replaced by a new one so I assumed she was unattached, which was one reason I considered her to be suitable. But the main reason was that she is simply very good at her job. Of all the assistants we had she was the best organized and structured one, she is smart and her quickness is extraordinary. She's friendly and sociable but most of all she is loyal and has integrity. In the old days you'd called her virtuous and that was exactly what I was looking for.

I knew to start a new life, a life as an upright citizen, I'd need help. Help from someone like her, not from someone like my partner Peter who struggles with keeping things legal too. To put it in a nutshell, I needed a moral compass and she was the right woman for the job and she still is. Keeping us on track, guiding us without even knowing it just by her natural sense of justice. Of course it was hard to convince her to trust me and to make her give up her life in the states and to begin anew in London and when she finally agreed it was a big relief.

Yeah, yeah, yackety-yack, you say? But why did you start to fuck her?

Well, the not so flattering answer is, I did it because I wanted to know if I could. Peter said no. Never ever would a smart woman like Fern fuck her boss, he said when we talked about it one boozy evening. The two of us were celebrating a huge deal and I said something like I'd love to give Fern a special reward for her good work and he laughed out loud when he realized what I meant.

Well, I love a good challenge and there was something in her eyes, a gleam, a spark, that told me she was looking for an adventure, for anything to make her life a little more exciting and I was willing to give her what she was craving. And so it began.

It was supposed to be a one-off, just to prove to myself that I was able to seduce her but after the first time I wanted more. The way she let me fuck her and the way her body responded to mine was just too good to not do it again. She knows it's just sex, I didn't even have to explain it to her, it is obvious. As I said she's a quick thinker and she knows what it means that I don't even strip off my pants, that I just get out my dick to rail her.

Sometimes I eat her pussy before I fuck her, sometimes I make her ride my fingers, but I never undress myself or her. And she doesn't seem to care, she likes it and she never asks for more. She just wants a good orgasm and that's what she gets. She cums easily, she's clearly not one of the women who need a lot of time to have an orgasm, who need a long foreplay and cuddles afterwards and that's great because I'm not the right man for this kind of intimacy. I'm just a man who wants a good, satisfying fuck. I don't need love, I just need sex.

And today she's just given me that. After making her come with my mouth I fucked her hard on her desk and it was great. But now it's back to business, we have a job to do and Peter will be back from his lunch break in a few minutes. Of course he knows what's going on but we never fuck when he's around. I would because it's none of his business what happens behind closed doors but Fern is scared that he could walk in on us. "I could never look him in the eyes again, August. I swear I'd die from embarrassment." That's what she said when I wanted to have my ways with her in my office with Peter working next door one day. Virtuous, as I said. Luckily she's not such a prude when we're alone.

"Here's the Henderson file, I signed the contract. Send it back to them please." She nods and takes the papers from my hand. She's sitting behind her desk, the one I just fucked her on, and I love the thought that my cum is dripping into her panties right now. She never reeks of sex though, I guess she always has fresh panties in her handbag and she washes her pussy in the bathroom when we're done. Well organized and always prepared, that's Fern.

"I need to leave a little earlier today if that's okay. I have an appointment." She looks at me with a smile that I don't return. I hardly ever smile and she knows it. She doesn't take offence and keeps on giving me her sweet smiles that often brighten up my busy days and I appreciate it.

"Sure. What kind of appointment?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Curious much, huh?"

"It's job related...ex agent...you know how it is." I grin and turn to leave because I don't expect an answer.

"Piano lessons." Her voice makes me stop and turn around.

"So you finally decided to do it."

"Yeah. I thought a lot about what you told me. That you're never too old to learn stuff and to start with something new. So I decided to give it a try."

"That's good, Fern. I'm sure you're gonna nail it."

"Thanks, August. To be honest I'm pretty nervous. I still think I might be too old to learn it properly."

"You're only 32 and you don't have to become the next Rachmaninoff."

She laughs and it sounds as clear as a bell. "I'll keep that in mind." "Good girl."

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#august walker #august walker smut #august walker x ofc #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfiction #mission impossible fallout #august walker au #august walker fic

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mimisempai · 3 years

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I made a wish and you came true

Summary:

Sylvie asks to see what the prince of Loki looks like. When he shows her she laughs at him. Count on Professor Loki to give her a lecture about his Prince.

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32183185

1731 words - Rating G

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair and sings,

"When will you come home?"

Loki had to stop, overwhelmed by emotion.

Sylvie, her eyes devoid of all mockery, said softly, "So there is a would-be-princess somewhere..."

Loki chuckled sadly before replying, "I like metaphors you know, in this instance, it's not a princess, it's a prince, and I don't know if he's waiting for me or hoping to see me again, it's not even really my home, but..."

"...but you'd like to believe it, right?"

Loki could only nod.

"Show me your prince."

"No way," Loki replied, shaking his head.

"Come on, please Loki!" she paused before continuing, "If you show it to me I'll tell you in detail how I enchant people!

Loki couldn't resist, so he turned his hand and there appeared a mini hologram of Mobius.

Sylvie approached and looked at him closely before sitting down again.

Loki made Mobius disappear.

"Don't tell me that that little man with no stature, no class is YOUR prince?!"

Loki wished he had his brother's hammer to blast her with lightning bolts.

"Yes this is my prince! And your impudence has earned you a lecture on the definition of Prince Charming by Professor Loki!"

Sylvie snorted and told the passing maid to bring her a glass of champagne, because finally she was going to need it.

"First of all, you should know that the charming prince doesn't exist only in fairy tales.

In real life, he is not perfect but he has many qualities that are essential to be wonderful. Is Mobius my Prince Charming?" He didn't wait for an answer.

"To find out, I'll show you point by point that he meets all the criteria that make him a prince for me."

Sylvie settled back in her chair to enjoy the show.

"First, the Prince Charming is generous. He is generous in every sense of the word. He doesn't hesitate to invite you to an excellent restaurant and to offer you a gift you've been dreaming of. Ok, ok, I agree, I didn't have time to fully test that point. But that's not all! He is also generous in giving you all the time you need. He is also able to have an attention that will brighten your day. And Mobius devoted an enormous amount of time to me, when nothing required him to."

Loki thought back to the time Mobius had spent with him just before they left for the mission. He had taken the time to show Loki that he wasn't the villain he thought he was. Nothing forced him to.It wasn't necessary for the mission. In a place where everything was about time, Mobius hadn't hesitated to give him time.

Sylvie simply nodded and waved her hand impatiently for Loki to continue his « lecture."

He took a sip, cleared his throat and continued.

"Second, the Prince Charming committed. He knows what he wants. He gets up every morning knowing exactly where he is going and what he wants to do. He is also resolute, he has goals in life and intends to achieve them. What is touching is that he is not bragging. Humility is his middle name. Quite my Mobius."

Sylvie noted, fondly, the possessive pronoun, but said nothing.

"Even though he pisses me off, because he is narrow-minded about the TVA, what he thinks is real. Nevertheless, he still manages to impress me because he believes that what he does is his reality and that he does it for a better world, he does it with all his heart. And when he talks about it there is so much candor that even I have a hard time getting him to see the reality of things."

Loki remembered their discussion in the cafeteria.

Loki had asked him completely sincerely, because he wanted to know what made Mobius go on, "I mean, you really believe in all this stuff, don't you?"

Mobius had replied simply, "I don't get hung up on, 'Believe, not believe.' I just accept what is."

Loki had tried to show him the absurdity of a world ruled by the 3 time keepers and Mobius had replied by telling him that his story, Asgard, mystical realm, beyond the stars, Frost Giants was the same thing.

He remembered Mobius' words perfectly, "Actually it's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose."

Loki had chuckled, to hide the fact that he was disturbed by the accuracy of Mobius' argument.

Mobius concluded by saying, determined, "Cause the TVA is my life. And it's real because I believe it's real."

Committed, yes, his prince was. Loki realized that he missed their discussion. Rarely had he met someone who could resist him intellectually.

"Hey! Loki! Are you there? "Sylvie was waving her hand, seeing that he was lost in his thoughts.

Loki regained his composure and moved on to his next point.

"Third, the Prince Charming for me must be smart but not pretentious, yes because there can only be one pretentious and that is me of course. Who wouldn't want a smart, educated man? Mobius is extremely smart! Can you believe that he knows hundreds of languages more than I do because he has been working in the multiverse for so long! And best of all, when I tried to manipulate him on my first consulting assignment, he figured me out. He almost knew right away that I was trying to play for my own side. Okay, it's a little humiliating. But that's the charm of him."

If Loki was honest, that was when he started to fall under Mobius' spell.

He had been so sure that he could get what he wanted from him. He was sure he had hooked the fish and then Mobius had blurted out, "He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there."

Loki blushed slightly as he thought about how he had been found out by Mobius at that moment. That's when his interest had been piqued, because Loki couldn't resist a challenge.

"You know Loki, it's almost cute how you have it bad."

"There's nothing funny about that." retorted Loki before resuming, "Fourth, my prince is someone I can lean on. He is a pillar on which you can rest. Imagine, Sylvie, we were working at the same desk and I fell asleep. And on top of that he let me sleep. You know he has this quiet strength. That thing that makes me know that with him I don't have to pretend anymore. But anyway, I was talking about Mobius, not me."

Sylvie moved closer to Loki and said with a smile, "From my point of view it's the same thing."

"What?"

"Nothing, go on."

Loki looked at her strangely before continuing.

"Fifth, my prince is listening. You know I talk a lot and three quarters of the time to say nothing important. But Mobius, even if I tell him something stupid, he listens to me as if it were the most important thing in the world. And most importantly, he really hears me. He can read between my lines and my metaphors, which he also loves. He's much better at getting people to talk than I am. He was able to see and make me say things about myself that no one had heard before. Sometimes I feel like he's the only one who knows who I really am."

Loki had to stop because the scene was still so present in his mind.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline. I don't enjoy hurting people. I... I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius' tone, his look, his whole being turned toward Loki when he had said just that, "Okay, explain that to me.

Then Loki told him that he knew he was a villain.

Mobius' simple but straightforward answer was, "That's not how I see it."

"Hey Loki? You okay?" Sylvie had put her hand on his arm, looking concerned.

Loki pulled himself together.

"Yeah I'm fine."

He coughed and continued, "My Prince Mobius has an incredible number of qualities but I've summarized them for you because we don't have enough time. So I'm going to conclude this lesson by telling you that the quality that attracts me most to him is that he's surprising. He surprises me all the time. Which is paradoxical after all, I am supposed to be chaos and he is supposed to be order. But he surprises me. Where everyone else hates me, he is there and sees qualities in me that even I don't see. When everyone wants me gone, he doesn't hesitate to put his own head on the line so that I don't get erased. Mobius is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. Because precisely, he doesn't put me on a pedestal but he doesn't make me feel inferior either. He treats me as an equal."

"Okay, okay, okay, it's fine he's a Prince. But the mustache though..."

Loki looked mischievously at her and leaning in close to her ear, he said softly, "His moustache is very nice when he kisses me."

"Loki!" she moved back and flicked him on the forehead.

He took a sip of champagne and they remained silent for a few moments.

"And you told him all this, well not in so many words of course?"

Loki's smile disappeared.

"Because of you, I didn't have the time. And I hope that all of this won't have ruined this beginning of a relationship.Anyway, I'll tell him when we meet again, or at least I'll try to, as long as he wants to listen to me..."

Sylvie smiled softly, clinked her glass against Loki's and said softly, "You're insufferable to the core, but I sincerely wish you'd have the chance to talk to him. "

Loki nodded, this time he was determined to fight, because for the first time it was his own happiness that depended on it.

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#lokius #loki x mobius #loki #mobius m mobius #moki #wowki #sylvie laufeydottir #developing relationship

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hamliet · 3 years

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Hi Hamliet, hope you are well. This is maybe a sensitive question, and I'm really sorry if it's too much of a heavy subject! But I've been thinking about Endeavor's redemption arc. As a survivor myself, I obviously have very strong feelings of anger and disgust towards his actions, and these recent chapters have been extremely hard to process (the one with Tenko's backstory was worse though, it was a real punch in the gut. I cried. Boy did I cry.) At the same time, I feel a weird sense of

wish fulfillment. Finally, the abuser is trying to be better. The abuser is putting his family first. The abuser is apologizing. It’s something that will never happen for most victims, so in a way it’s nice to read about. I want Endeavor to succeed in becoming a better person, maybe because I know my own abuser never will. Even though as a survivor I feel like I ”should” hate his arc, I don’t. I think it’s a way for a child to get their own wish fulfilled through this media. What do you think?

I think that you are valid and have no reason to be sorry. There is no one right way for an abuse survivor to feel, nothing you “should” feel or do in response. Anyone who shames you for feeling that way, survivor or not, needs to be quiet.

It’s part of what I mean when I’ve talked in the past about competing needs--some people will find this kind of story healing, and some will not, and that’s okay. On the Enji front and on the Dabi front, that’s okay. We need to have room for all these stories, though I’m aware certain stories are also privileged over others and shouldn’t be. But survivors, like every group, are not a monolith, and can want contrasting things that are equally helpful for them.

I’ve briefly alluded to BNHA reading like exactly what you say: wish fulfillment on behalf of a survivor who really wants to imagine their abuser becoming better. And that’s not wrong. It’s really not, and I’m cautiously hopeful it’ll be a decently good redemption arc: done for the sake of his family, who don’t want him to die. I love many of the people who abused me and believe they loved me. It’s just complicated and can’t necessarily be understood with logic.

If it comforts you personally, I’ll give a personal prediction: I get people wanting Enji to die, really I do, or to at least separate himself permanently from his family, but I sincerely doubt that is going to happen. (Though I understand why people think this and this is just my personal prediction.) I also sincerely doubt Touya will die. The Todoroki family is aiming for reconciliation, whether they’re “arrived” in the end or just working towards it (either works narratively). I don’t personally love it, but I do not believe Enji’s dream about his family without him is going to be the ending, but instead be something he has to be willing to let happen to have a chance of sitting at a table with them again. And I get why that has appeal to people, I really do. I think Horikoshi is writing it this way.

I’m not going to speculate about why or how, but as long as things are not swept under the rug (I don’t think they will be), I don’t think it’s an inherently “harmful” story to tell--it might not be healing for everyone, for sure it won’t be, but it might be healing for you, and that’s good. People who want to critique it are allowed to do so, and people who draw strength from it are allowed to do so, and no one has the right to tell another person that they should not feel as they do or that they can’t sit at the table with other survivors or fans of the story or whatnot.

(What I do take issue with is people being intellectually dishonest about where the story is going, like the people who say Touya or Tenko were the bad seeds and deserved it, or that Hana deserved it, or Shouto, etc. No one has to like it, but to accuse people of horrific things like “excusing murder” is bullying and just dishonest. You don’t have to have a degree in anything other than human decency to realize anyone who disagrees with you is not necessarily a blight on society)

#ask hamliet #abuse tw #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki touya #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura

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evanescent-art · 3 years

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❝ Dabi Todoroki :: Short Story :: If I fall ❞

。＼｜／。

Synopsis :: Dabi may have been caught, but the interrogation couldn't break him more than his childhood already had.

。／｜＼。

Okay, you got me. I'm crazy. But listen here - The fact that I acknowledge it in an intellectual way makes me just as sane as everyone else. It's not like I do the shit that I do for no reason. In the beginning, I had a guilty conscience. I questioned constantly if I was doing the right thing. Always had a nagging voice in the back of my head that told me that I would regret it one day. This voice happened to remind me that once I go, I can't turn back. It took awhile, but believe me when I tell you, that voice is long gone.

Now, I feel nothing.

Except, of course, these damned handcuffs that felt likey they were cutting into the flesh of my wrists. Using my quirk was futile. With these cuffs, there was a tingling sensation throughout my body. That feeling you get when your hands or feet are on pins and needles. Even If I wanted to, I wasn't stupid enough to try and fight my way out of this interrogation room with a building full of hero-wannabes.

The door behind me opens and closes. I suck in an annoyed breath and prepare for the obvious.

"You go by Dabi, right?" a man slid into the seat on the opposite side of me, gently sliding the folders on the table in front of him.

"Aren't you observant," I drawl, feigning amusement in my tone. I look this man dead in his dark eyes. He doesn't seem to be intimidated, but I wanted him to know that neither was I.

He cleared his throat, finding my sarcasm a good enough answer. I raise an eyebrow. I can't stand half-assed people.

He continues despite my clear disinterest, "my name is Koriko Ho-"

I really don't care.

"-and I'm going to ask you some questions," he glances down at the paper. "For starters, Is Dabi your real name?"

I chuckle slowly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" This time I actually am amused. They seriously can't expect me to just hand over my identity so easily. I almost find it insulting. Only an idiot would do that, especially in my damned-to-all-hell case. Yet, the idea of my father's name being all over the news for his villain-son appealed to me a little. The humiliation it would undoubtedly give him was tempting, truly.

"We'll find out one way or another," his voice sounded as though it was forcing to stay calm. His slight discontent brings me further satisfaction. I allow the corner of my lips to curl into a small smirk. Koriko takes a small breath.

"You know what, how about we not beat around the bush, yeah?" Koriko says. Now he's speaking my language. "You were turned in by pro-heroes after a fight in an abandoned building downtown. You were left behind by your colleague, am I correct?"

Left behind isn't the term I would use. I did this willingly. I may be a damaged villain, but the one's that were there for me I have their back. I'm loyal. It was a classic 'wrong place, wrong time' sort of deal. I needed to gather just enough time to let Toga get away. If staying behind to face a fight alone to allow someone like a sister to me escape while she was recovering from her own wounds, so be it. It's worth it.

"I'm not telling you a damn thing. Save your energy for someone more useful to you," I advise. I lean back in my chair, keeping my eyes trained on him.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, takes a deep breath, and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I tried to do this the moral way, you know," he tells me, as if I knew what the hell that meant. Until he adds, "without my quirk."

"Your quirk?"

"Feeling reading. I try not to do it as often as possible," Koriko pursed his lips and looked me up and down, no doubt noting my momentary surprise. "After all, people like to keep their feelings to themselves. Yet, you are a curious case."

So I've been told many times. I stay silent.

"You're in a lot of pain," he continues. His eyes go over my excessive burns for a moment. "Physically and emotionally. Mostly emotionally."

"I don't need you as my damn therapist," I scoff.

"I sense depression. I sense something hollow as well. Anger." Koriko looks as though he wishes he could stop, but doesn't. I begin to get a little uneasy, because I happen to be a personal person that takes a great offense to someone violating my mind, "Yet, you have it all bottled up, huh?"

"Stop."

"You need help. You want help."

"No, I don't. I'll deal with shit on my own like I always had," despite my deadpanned tone, it was obvious to this man that he was striking some nerve. The nerve that I have of violating my thoughts. My feelings. The only thing I was able to keep to myself.

Koriko smiles a bit.

"That's where the hollow feeling comes from, isn't it?" He says to me . It seemed that the more irritated I got, the more intrigued he became. I liked it better when he was the one getting angry. Then again now that I think about it, it probably wasn't anger. More like stain from trying not to use his quirk. I suddenly felt like the little bit of power I had left had been taken away.

What's the point?

I was going to jail. Most likely for a long time. It wasn't like I could save myself. The realization that I was only stalling the inevitable hit me hard. Suddenly, all I wanted was to get out of this room. Away from this man. I grew tired.

"Touya Todoroki," I tell him. The name sounded disgusting coming off the tongue. I look away from him to avoid the shock on his expression.

"Now that explains it," Koriko nodded slowly, stopped himself to think for a moment, then added. "I heard things, you know. That you were the one that drove your own mother crazy, not your little brother. Just rumors, of course."

I wanted to hurt him.

My expression shifts to a rage that I try and breathe deeply to contain it better. An image of that pathetic woman comes to my mind. She did nothing. Nobody ever did anything. She sat by and let me hurt. Let her children hurt. Oh, I never blamed my siblings. They were victims to that ass just as much as I was. I can only Imagine how it's been since I've been gone. I suppress the urge to envision it myself.

Shoto looked like me, didn't he?

It hurt because this man was most likely right. And I hated it.

"I'd hate to see the look on Endeavor's face when he sees you like this," Koriko was starting to sound like a demon, nagging at my deepest ticks. It was like he was made to do this. I hated him. I hated everyone.

"I don't give a damn what he thinks anymore," I seethe. If I could slam my hands on the table I would have. "Why do you insist on being so invasive?"

"Because I happen to think that you are far too young and damaged to be sitting in front of me!" Koriko raised his voice, standing up with his papers. He looks strained now.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

He stops and turns to me, unsure of what to say at first.

"Because your feelings are far too intense for me to take right now. It's making my head hurt."

I was left to do nothing but let those words sink in.

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Hi! I saw you were doing matchups so I’ll try to keep this from being too long while also giving you the necessary info. I'm pan, pronouns are she/her they/them, I'm a libra, and my MBTI is INFP. According to friends, I'm very caring, selfless, open-minded, and supportive, BUT because of these things I tend to overlook myself and let people use me for support without them ever taking an interest in my life. (1/4)

My friends also said I can slip under people’s radars because I don’t start drama and keep to myself. So people usually don’t know much about me, and I come off as mysterious. I can be too patient at times, and let frustrations build, all for the sake of being polite or nice. Honesty is a very important quality to me. I don’t hate lying, but I don’t love it. I’m a “I’d rather you tell me the truth and risk hurting me now than lie and end up hurting me more later” type of person. (2/4) I love to cook, write, read books, listen to music, and gaming. Making tea/coffee is something I find relaxing. I love learning new things, doing research on current interests. I’m pretty open with my feelings. I don’t struggle with showing affection and I tend to be touchy-feely with those I’m close to. I’m always willing to talk things out if there’s any problems. Some may call me too diplomatic, but I prefer to nip problems in the bud before they get worse if I can. (3/4) Uh, idk what else to mention. A dream date mayhap? I’ve always wanted to go see a meteor shower because I have NEVER seen one. If someone ever asked me, I’d be STOKED. And maybe marry them on the spot, who knows. (4/4)

Hi lovely!

Thank you for sending in a request! I hope you enjoy the results!!

oh i feel that “too polite and too patient part”, were it not for my friends i’d still be listening to some randos on the street trying to sell me overpriced stuff i’d never need

but lets talk about you now! ok so i think this could work out well with Satan - your mysterious nature would definitely draw this curious demon in. But Solomon is also a strong candidate!

here is why!

ok so the fact that you are the mysterious type too can get his attention, as that means he could trust you with his many secrets

Solomon can get along with whoever he wants to, basically - i mean spoiler but he made pacts with demons ranging from Asmodeus to Barbatos and we all know how different personalities they are (you don’t mention being the jealous type so his pacts probs won’t be an issue for you)

The fact that you are selfless and caring makes things much easier and that might be why he fall for you for real

Like sure he wants to be on very good terms with you because of your strength but that plan fails when it turns out that you are actually. so nice. and cute. and reliable. and fun. and you say you like his food even though he can clearly tell you are just polite. and you never forget about him even if he is busy doing his own thing.

imagine him facing the fact that this isn’t going to be like making pacts oh dear he’s in it

As limited time as you have because of the brothers he is going to do anything to spend more time with you. He’s going to sneak you out on the regular, just you wait!!

I mean he’s not a liar but he likes to have fun from time to time, you know what I mean?

as he is testing the waters he might pull some chaotic stuff out of his pockets but don’t worry those are not going to happen at all once he admits liking you more than he planned. (Or if you show signs of annoyance regarding his behavior.)

He is the biggest people pleaser of the whole game and i haven’t seen that being admitted a lot so i just leave it here. He is going to do whatever it takes, however you like to be romanced, he will do it. If you like your man consistent, you hear from him every. single day. If you like the thrill of spontaneity, he is ready for last minute dates!

That means he is the best when it comes to indulging in your hobbies!

Thank gods you like cooking, hopefully you can also teach him some stuff! i mean he is teaching you magic and you teaching him cooking is a cute dynamic

oh he is going to read all your favourite books (even your favourite childhood books), listen to your music any time you wish, play your favourite games - he is not about to let Levi be your player 2 !!!! sorry!!!!

You are both intellectual and diplomatic people, so don’t be afraid to be yourself and don’t care about how others would see you. no such thing as “too diplomatic”.

If you tell him about your interests he is going to do his own research on the topic any time he is not with you - so the next time you meet he is ready to share what he knows !!!

he is going to think you are absolutely cute when you are being affectionate with him! might be a bit flustered because feelings but pay it no mind he is having the time of his life rn

He is also a problem-solver just like you, so if any conflicts arise it doesn’t take a tool on your relationship at all. Not that this relationship would come with a lot of conflicts on the first place

Ok so one of the reasons why he is a good candidate is that he is also into METEOR SHOWER DATES ! so he can make your dream come true no problem !!

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me solomon #om! solomon #obey me matchup #obey me shall we date

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Sorry I'm asking about this again, especcially so soon after your answer yesterday. But I'd like to know the more romantic headcanons between your self insert and Eggman (like how they show each other affection, etc.)

They’re in a relationship but Eggman and Julian are aro spec so it’s not exactly considered romantic as a whole. I understand what you’re asking though, so here are some of the intimate/affectionate things they do together!

Julian wishes that he could just snuggle up with Eggman all the time and that’s what it always ends with after Eggman has totally been pampered by him. He uses his soft tummy as a pillow and it’s so cozy. 💜 Intellectuals know that Eggman only shaved for the Olympics swimming and that he generally doesn’t shave that chest and tum. Julian adores the bear fur!

No matter where Eggman falls asleep, Julian will join him. He could be somewhere he hadn’t planned like sitting on the couch, or even the floor somehow lol and he would join his side by choice. The exception is if he’s asleep in one of his chairs and there’s no room. It’s one of the only times Julian goes to bed alone. But it’s not without hugging the plushie that Eggman gave him of himself because he needs at least something that resembles him there.

If Julian gets in bed a little later, Eggman will pull him in closer like he’s a teddy bear while asleep. But Ivo himself is the real big cozy bear! 🐻 Once his arms are around Julian there’s no way he can get out so he has to stay put but he doesn’t mind being trapped. When he needs to get up in the morning, Eggman pulls him back in and Julian can’t resist staying anyway, even if he has a choice.

Julian loves being in bed in the darkness with Eggman pressed up against his back, his breath on his neck. He keeps him warm and he isn’t afraid of anything during those times, not even the dangerous man himself. Julian nuzzles him and when Eggman does it back, his fluffy mustache tickles him! That’s also why he often giggles when they’re kissing because his stache is so feathery soft.

It’s always a big deal when they’re going to be apart and Julian is the most dramatic, telling him how badly he’s going to miss him as he embraces him. Eggman likes to be fussed over because anything that makes him feel like the most important person in the world will do! XD This even happens when it’s just for a little while, like when Eggman is joining a race/Olympics/competition, etc. Everyone reminds them that it’s just for a few minutes, sheesh!

Also, even if Eggman finishes as something like the seventh place in a race, Julian is still so enthusiastically proud of him. He says stuff like “they might have won the trophy but they can’t win my heart like you have” and everyone nearby sighs sjgjsngkksmhd

Sometimes a plan calls for them to be apart for longer and Julian hates it but never complains or tries to stop Eggman from what he needs to do. He keeps one of his coats and the plushie that Eggman gave him of himself close while he’s away. The worst part is that Julian has to go back to merely imagining them together, just like the years before they finally got to meet. But as soon as they’re back together again they make up for it.

Eggman has no experience with attempting to comfort another and he also has difficulty empathizing but he doesn’t need to try. Julian appreciates his presence and the sound of his soothing voice alone, that’s all he needs. When he focuses on him as they talk about something else instead, all of his worries start to fade away and he feels calm.

Julian often sits and traces his fingers on Eggman’s palms and he holds and kisses his hands when his gloves are off. He’ll kiss them in greeting or just when they’re relaxing together. He loves those big bear paws, they’re what makes his touch so warm and comforting.

Eggman’s eyes are one of the most captivating things to Julian because they used to be such a mystery before he saw them and the light shade of blue is one of his absolute favorite colors! Much like Julian, Eggman can barely see at all when he doesn’t have his glasses on but he’ll still take them off often just so Julian can admire them some more.

Eggman knows how much Julian enjoys seeing him shirtless so he purposefully wears less around him and then teases him about his obvious reaction when he gets worked up. In public, he’d go shirtless or in an open shirt like Gus from Crazy Taxi just to fluster him lol and if it’s at home then he’ll just wear his nightgown and nothing else (or nothing at all but y'know 👀) because it’s also really comfortable that way.

Eggman knows that Julian can’t handle being teased but because he’s a meanie so he does. He smirks as he watches Julian become desperate for him to listen and understand his desires. Even though it’s already obvious how much he wants him, he pretends that he’s ‘not convinced’ to get him to further prove it. If he does it for too long Julian will get revenge with a tickle attack heheh

They mess around with each other a lot, Eggman always ruffles up the fur on the wolf’s head, messing it up right after it’s been brushed. Julian tricks Eggman by getting his attention and then boops his nose or squishes his cheeks when he’s least expecting it. Things like that usually lead to them getting each other back with a tickle fight. After that Eggman will stroke him being the most gentle he can be to smooth his fur back down and he loves it. 💜

They don’t go on traditional fancy dates because Eggman could think of far better things to spend his money on. They prefer to have fun at his casinos and theme parks where they play games and enjoy the nightlife, or go to Eggman’s various bases so he can show off his latest projects and Julian can admire it all!

#julian the wolf #Ik I didn't even say that much but I'm still blushing hfjgkghihhj #self ship #asks #my post #dr. eggman #eggman #dr eggman #dr robotnik

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demonofthelight · 7 years

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Life stories: Simon Clarke

Joanne (presenter): What keeps you awake at night, like what do you regret the most?

Simon: I don't know if I regret anything because everything teaches you something. Everything we go through is a lesson in life.

Joanne: That's the diplomatic response. What's the real response? If you could change something what would be?

Simon: There's this girl, anyone that listens to this podcast regularly probably knows all about her. Well, I can't regret us ending, because she's getting married in, what's the date? She's getting married in less than a month and she's meant to be happy so I don't regret us ending. I regret being so unimportant in her eyes that we don't still speak. I regret that, more than anything. I don't know if she was the 'one' but she was a friend. A friend I will forever adore.

Joanne: Does that keep you awake at night.

Simon: I wouldn't go that far but there are days I wonder about her.

Joanne: If she was watching this show, what would you say to her?

Simon: I'm sorry I never made her happy and I'm sorry she felt pressured by me. There's this story where a mutual friend once told me, this girl who I don't want to name Joanne, I really don't. You've shown pictures there but she doesn't look the same anymore not even the same coloured hair. Anyway this mutual friend told me she 'hates me for bringing her up'. Honestly, I'm sick of talking about it but I was always taught there's no taboo subject.

Joanne: Do you wish you two stayed in touch?

Simon: Mixed. (looking uncomfortable and shifting) I wish we never drifted so apart into two different circles but the circle she mixes in aren't compatible with the circle I drift in. I don't want to sound like an arrogant asshole. I mean it's nothing to do with superiority or a god complex. The circles I drift in are quite intellectual. Political debates, university alumina, professional jobs, e-sports. The circles she drifts in are more materialistic or hobby orientated. Motorbikes, sports etc. I mean some of those people think I'm literally the worst thing to happen to her, while some of the people in my circle find those who can't debate infuriating. The reality is the person she is now and the person I am now are completely different.

Joanne: Moving on to the death of your mom. Can you remember the day you found out?

Simon: Like it was yesterday. I got woke up in the morning while the paramedics were in my kitchen. I got told that my mom had died in her sleep and as you can imagine my father was in bits. I didn't know how to process it initially so I stayed in my room for about an hour. As time passed, I just wanted to be hugged and told I wasn't as alone as I felt.

Joanne: I'm sure your sisters and brother were by your side.

Simon: Of course, but they were trying to come to grips with it too. To be entirely honest, I reached out to a friend the following day or within the next few days. It became a blur that week but I remember distinctly that the one female who I loved and depended on to that level other than my mother was my ex. I spent the time up until the funeral genuinely believing she would pop over and check up on me even after we broke up on bad terms.

Joanne: How did your friend react , how did they support you?

Simon: As we've touched on, I was a loner in school. Until near the end of high school, I was a bullied shy kid. I didn't have any true friends. But this moment, this terrible event, Matthew made me realise I would never have to go through a travesty alone. He took time out to go for a drink with me during that week and he took the day off work to go to my mom's funeral. He's a complete atheist. He think's my philosophy on the afterlife is closer to Stephen King than history textbooks but he literally walked probably a few miles to and from the funeral just to show his support. I've never told him how much that meant to me. But I'd like to think he just knows.

Joanne: I'm sure he wasn't the only friend over that time?

Simon: No, I have another fantastic friend called Andrew. I had a very bitter falling out over him trying to get me support and honestly anyone else would have knocked me out for the abuse I gave him over it. He just laughed it off. One of two friends that I can depend on, hopefully and as far as I'm concerned the rest of my life.

Joanne: You mentioned the girl again (picture of 2011 as a couple goes on screen), her family is your neighbour right so they knew about what happened with your mom but didn't she text you or call in?

Simon: Her parents lived opposite the street, but she never asked or showed concern on my wellbeing. I have no entitlement of that care. It's her right to feel or act in any legal way she wishes. I'll respect her freedom to do that for as long as I can.

Joanne: How does that make you feel?

Simon: It made me realise our perspectives on the 18 months we were in a relationship were different. For me, it was a fantastic period and I imagine for her it's best to forget it.

Joanne: Does that bother you?

Simon: Should it? People change, circumstances change. Can we move on?

Joanne: OK. We'll go to a break... Welcome back. I'd like to talk about university and is it true that you were warned before you enrolled?

Simon: As a 18 year old child. I made a stupid comment about a friend publicly on Facebook. My friend found it hilarious and it's the sort of dark humour we say to each other over voice chat and in person but someone twisted what I said to imply someone who died in my local area. Well implied the post was about them. I never met and couldn't care less about them. I apologised and thought that was the end of it but a formal police report was filed and the individuals informed my university who at this point had just provided me with an offer to enrol that I accepted. I mean top business college diploma in the county, they ripped the hands off for me. So that was interesting. The university was great about it. The police were as incompetent as you can imagine but it did teach me that don't say anything on social media that can't be literally taken. Like this will go up on YouTube and Tumblr. So anything I say can be proved.

Joanne: How did you emotionally react to this event, where what you said was taken out of context?

Simon: Betrayed by others but I was stupid and naiive. You can't be those things especially as a successful businessman. At this time a lot of falsehoods and rumours came around ranging from me being a drug addict to committing sexual assault. It was obvious at this point those who had ever had a conversation with me knew that I had traditional moral values so the accusations were as ridiculous as they sound. Childish rumours spread to squash what I had to say. My friends just ignored them, and the people the bullshit influenced were better off not in my life anyway.

Joanne: I've only met you twice and you're quite outspoken about some controversial subjects but its obvious to me morally your the other way. Severely punish criminals, probably too far in my opinion.

Simon: I agree, my opinions can be quite controversial but I'm as against illegal drugs as I love a cup of tea. Even my critics would tell you that.

Joanne: You've gone from a social media account with 50000 followers overall to less than a tenth of the size. Why do you think this is and does it bother you?

Simon: I used to be a depressing blogger with poems, and writing that was soul crushing but honest about my thoughts or feelings about myself. I then started to feel less lost so naturally started writing about facts not emotions. Politics was always a topic I found fascinating. I've always been debating since I can remember. I get off on a debate, which is why it's hilarious to mock those that call you names because they can't debate the facts of the topic. I started looking at things like the wage gap and white privilege economically and they don't hold up to the scrutiny expected in academic work. They just don't. Those that believe either of those things are either stupid or lied too.

Joanne: I don't want to go down the rabbit hole of politics because it's become who you are but if I can, I want to touch on 'getting off' of those that call you names in other words 'Trolls' can you elaborate on that?

Simon: I'll give you an example. I'm quite camp just look at what I'm wearing so I got an anon message on Tumblr once that read 'you are a gay homophobic sexist Nazi that should just kill yourself'. How hilarious is the stupidity of that statement. If I was gay, I couldn't be homophobic and gay people aren't allowed to be a Nazi. It shows the idiocy of these people that are probably children.

Joanne: Does these kind of hate messages matter to you?

Simon: Of course it matters, everybody wants to be liked. Those that claim otherwise are lying. But the opinions of people I've never met who are so ashamed of themselves they hide through anonymous, do not matter to me. The opinions of friends and parents of friends matter to me.

Joanne: You once said you were 'bad with women'.

Simon: Oh God, yea. I really wish I hadn't had said that. It was on an emotional post at 3am. It was a spur of the moment thought. I don't think I'm naturally bad with women but I am a marmite figure. I'm not universally liked. Most people I meet are probably intimidated by me. I think the women that I find attractive clearly don't normally find me attractive.

Joanne: Why is that? What type of women do you find attractive?

Simon: I'm probably a 6 out of ten, if I could lose the acne probably a good 7. I tend to fall for either the tall slim blonde or the short petite unique person. I'm quite simple like that. Then if they are able to debate or disagree with me brilliantly, I just adore them.

Joanne: (laughs) So you see yourself as just above average?

Simon: In looks, I do. In style, I'm quite unique and some people hate that I stand out. In personality, I am extremely demanding but I also expect that from myself.

Joanne: Do you ever think about children?

Simon: I did. I thought about marriage and kids but I've only ever found three people in 21 years that I could see having a life with. I do think about children's names though, I have top three for both genders. For a boy: Constantine, Excalibur or Arthur. For a girl: Katherine, Kate or Kathleen.

Joanne: Do you think it's fair when some people refer to you as egotistical, arrogant or psychotic?

Simon: It's no business of mine what other's perceive me to be. I can only concentrate on who I am and I'm none of those things.

Joanne: Do you like being the centre of attention with someone claiming you 'have to be seen to be the most overdressed person because you need the attention?

Simon: I don't mind it, but I don't actively pursue it. I don't really mind whether someone outshines me. I love a challenge and I think demanding the best from myself constantly while can be quite exhausting to see, is who I am whether that's monopoly, gaming or dressing.

#life story #interviews #podcast #demonofthelight

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 5

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

GIF by helaenahightower

AN: I'm finally back! And also we are finally getting to the parts I've been dying to write about.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven't read them yet):

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

and Part 4:

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

"Are you sure we had more than sufficient training to...control my talents?"

"What seems to be happening is that you need a sufficient outlet in order to prevent any surprises. It worked when Ser Ion began training you on your fire powers, I have high hopes that your sparks or lightning would also work the same way." You both approach the entrance of the dining room. The dinner this evening was a requirement for both factions to be present. This was the King's attempt to persuade both sides to set aside their differences and to remind everyone that the Targaryens are one family.

While you appreciated his effort and intentions, you were very well aware that it would take more than just one dinner to solve a dispute involving many years and now multiple generations. Including your own. He was solving only the symptoms of the problem, not the problem itself. Perhaps it's because it would force the King to actually admit his own flaws from several years of silence and lack of communication.

He was a good man, but perhaps a questionable King.

But then again what ruler did not have their own share of dissenters. It was simply a part of life.

This was also going to be the first time both factions would be having dinner together. With most of the prominent direct members present. Your experience with having dinners with the Greens was mainly limited to Aemond, Helaena and her children. Sometimes Aegon would briefly join if he was bored, or if his friends were too busy to be with him. It was an overall pleasant experience so far. It almost made you forget that you weren't an ordinary family even just so briefly. It was one of the many benefits actively being neutral from the dispute afforded you.

This evening would be the first time that you would be dining with the Queen and the hand. And even though you may know your way around your generation, it was still not lost on you that they weren't too happy about you interacting with them even if you were neutral. No matter how much Aemond and Helaena would reassure you, it's still difficult to untangle yourself totally from the sins of your mother.

After all, not only were you the first born child who presented "Strong" features with the exception of your face shape and your violet eyes, out of all your full blooded siblings it was you who might have actually been the closest to your biological father. Ser Laenor was excellent in telling you stories that would help escape the problems of the real world for just a few moments. Ser Harwin was the person who somehow always found the time to listen to your worries and insecurities. Worries that you couldn't bring yourself to tell your mother because of her own problems in court that plagued both her and Ser Laenor.

"Your parents and your siblings all want to fly and reach the heavens by being dragonriders. But even you can reach the sky without being one." He was sitting with you after you and Jace had an argument. You were annoyed, you blew up at him, and you were annoyed that he was bragging about having Vermax to your face while your blue and black dragon egg still lay unhatched.

"Even if Jace likes to show off Vermax to me?"

"Even then. Jace needs a dragon to fly, you have your mind." You stare at him in confusion.

"My mind?"

"Yes, your mind. You don't need a dragon to fly. Your mind is so vast that you were able to describe what it's like touching clouds without being on a dragon and flying to the skies. Jace could only begin imagining after experiencing it. This is why he and Luke would like to go on adventures, whereas with you, you could make your own adventure from here." He places a hand on your head as he pets you and calming you down.

That night you and Jace made up.

Whenever he would bring up Vermax you now just have to remember the words of comfort Ser Harwin has told you. Even if it was just metaphorical.

"Are you ready Princess?"

"As ready as I can be. I'm fortunate that the King is not yet here. I thought I would be late because of today's training. I just don't want any accidents to happen."

"With how exhausted you were just before your handmaidens dressed you for tonight, I think your mind would be more at work this evening rather than your hidden talents."

"You really think so?"

"Certainly, no accidents have occurred after your training with both myself and Ser Ion. Have faith in both us and yourself." He smiles at you reassuringly as you and he stops at the door.

"Thank you, Ser Arari. Sometimes I envy you in being free from these political messes."

"If it's any consolation Princess, you don't appear nervous. And you look beguiling in that violet dress."

"Ser Arari you flatterer." You laugh as he gives you a small bow before he leaves you. You were wearing your hair in a half updo in the first violet dress that was made for you specifically. While you treasure the few violet gowns from your grandmother and were now altered to fit your measurements, you were happy for this simple gown that you now wear. Deep violet with many drapes that you can afford. On your waist was a gold girdle criss crossed before being tied on the front.

You take a breath as you prepare yourself in what would inevitably be a battlefield. Both sides would inevitably find something to use against you - no doubts Daemon and Otto Hightower may already have - which is why you need to be different from your grandfather's approach of forcing everyone to simply reconcile. Socialize with both sides to show that there is more to lose if this political fighting turns into an actual civil war.

You enter into the dining room. Your mother and the Queen sitting on opposite sides of the King's chair. The blacks were on the right and the greens were on the left.

Everyone turns their attention to you.

"I'm sorry for being late. I did not notice the sun going down so soon. It seems I was lost in my own world again."

"Oh don't worry Alys, I've long accepted you and your day dreams for as long as I can remember." Jace says from his place beside Baella. Baella doesn't bother hiding her laughter, but you know that at least it wasn't from a place of malice.

"Alys you're finally here. Don't worry you're not late. I know what it's like to forget how time flies. Aemond was just scolding me about drinking more than a Braavosi seahorse." Aegon goes to your side as you move forward to the dining table.

"I'm still amazed at how much you can take in and that you willingly take in."

"See Aemond, she actually appreciates me."

Aemond looks at you, his expression stoic but by now you could tell that he doesn't want to bother rising up to Aegon's comments.

The King's entry was announced, everyone went to their respective places on the table as he was assisted into the chair that was directly across yours. To your right is your twin Jace, and to your left was Aegon. Aemond occupied the edge of the side of the Greens directly across Luce and Rhaena.

A toast was made celebrating the new engagements of both sets of siblings to each other. This was the first battle that you needed to resolve.

"Well done Jace, you'll finally get to lie with a woman. You do know how the act is done, I assume?"

"Hold your tongue before my betrothed."

"Mm - hmm"

Sensing that there might be an ensuing argument if nothing was to be done, the King intervened by making his speech about having your house be united and how the in fighting needs to stop. You will admit that it was an emotionally powerful one. He was the only one truly uniting everyone in this table. You aren't sure what everyone else feels, but you were now more determined to find a solution to this in fighting. Something told you that if it wasn't stopped, not only would there be casualties among the people seated in this dinner, but their deaths would be - in the grand scheme of things - pointless.

"Your job is to try to prevent blood being shed from the in fighting. We'll see if this civil war is truly inevitable."

You recall a voice in your head saying that. Probably a remnant from one of your dreams, even though you can't recall who said it. Nevertheless, if you can you would do your best to prevent some things from happening.

Sensing the tension still in the air, your mother swallows before raising a toast to the Queen. This was perhaps the most diplomatic that you've seen her do. But it was a wise move for her to be first to break the tension. By being the first one to attempt to make amends, through her actions she admits to her faults. And is opening the door for possible reconciliation.

She seems to be genuine in it.

But knowing her - even if it was only a performance, the point was to at least show good faith on front of the King who wanted the same things as you do. To have no bloodshed because of internal fighting. There would be too much at stake for the realm.

It was one thing if it was a war with other territories or groups outside of the seven kingdoms. Preferrably there wouldn't be any war, but between an internal war from within your family and an external war defending the seven kingdoms, you would prefer the latter.

To your somewhat relief, the Queen responds in kind. While not exactly a condonation of what your mother has done, her toast to her had the same point. Opening a path to reconciliation through diplomatic means.

The tension in the room was considerably less after that. It was still there but it was in a more manageable level to at least allow some sort of civility among opposing factions.

Not long after that you see Aegon from your periphery stand up and head towards Baela, going in between her and Jace.

"I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask."

You immediately step on Jace's foot to prevent him from standing.

"URGH!"

"Jace are you alright?"

"Yes mother I'm fine. Errgh."

"Forgive me, that was my fault. I guess my feet are in need of a dance companion." You say with a sheepish smile before standing up and turn to face Aegon.

"I believe I owe you a dance uncle? Since you claim to be an expert of what satisfies a woman."

Aegon laughs as he takes your hand at the center of the room and the King asks for music to be played.

"I was just teasing your twin."

"Hmm if that's so then you should have no problems keeping up with me. After all it seems between the two of us you're the one fixated on us not being married." He shrugs as you both begin the dance.

It went as you had expected.

It was clear to everyone watching that Aegon was a decent enough dancer but the dance was only saved because you had the talent and skill to dance for the both of you.

Being truthful with yourself, you revelled in scaring him into thinking that you were about to step on his feet or accidentally knee his balls. At least he was sober enough to step away from making either situation come true. He mainly just stood and did the minimum steps required to make it look like you two matched but other than that it was you mainly doing the work moving as if you were one with the music.

Soon the dance ended and both of you bowed. Or rather you courtsied and it was only then that he realized that the dance was over.

"Well now uncle, how do you feel?"

"I'm ... hah...happy with that. How about you?" You chuckle at his obvious exhaustion despite doing literally doing less work than you did. Sure you were also breathing a little heavily but not as breathless as Aegon was.

"I think the festivities are only starting. How about another?"

"Really? You're...hah...not tired...after all that?"

"Of course not, that was just to prepare for other dances I had in mind." Aegon looks at you in disbelief as he begins to catch his breath.

"How many dances were you thinking of doing?"

"As many as it takes till I'm satisfied."

You hear Daemon's and Baella's laughter getting louder and Aegon makes his way back to the table in defeat. Caught up in being smug at Aegon - who obviously could not keep up with you - you were almost startled by your next dance partner.

"Shall we?"

"Of course."

Aemond orders another dance from the musicians. A level more advanced than your dance with Aegon. But unlike with Aegon you were at least confident that this dance would not have you doing most of the work.

The moment you two started dancing, there was only him, only you, only the space for the dance, and only the music.

Similar to the dance you two shared in the minor ball, he lead you, but you also guided him, especially when you were moving into his blind side. Despite all your disagreements you find yourself trusting him into leading you into more advance moves. He was there to catch you and safely put you down without your feet having to bear the blunt force of the impact made while landing. He was confident moving along with you and you found yourself having the freedom to not worry about adjusting to the point of annoyance for your partner.

A little too soon the dance ended and both of you bowed and courtsied to signal its end.

"Well?"

"Now I'm satisfied. Thank you Aemond."

"The pleasure is mine, Alys."

You both hear clapping and you turn to see the King and Helaena were clapping to your performance and slowly your mother and the Queen join in. You both give each other one last glance and one last nod before returning to your seats.

"Wonderful as always you two. Isn't it wonderful how they complement each other?"

"I will admit they do." You were startled when it is the Queen who comments this. You hope your surprise didn't show in your face but her small nod to you contradicts this.

"Oh Alys that was wonderful. I think I would like to dance too. I think I've made some progress with you as my teacher."

"Then go on and choose a partner, Helaena. I'll observe."

"Very well, Baela would it be fine -"

"Of course your highness." Baela says as she jokingly pushes Jace towardss Helaena.

"Enjoy yourself your highness. My betrothed is quite a... satisfying dance partner." Baela emphasizes the word "Satisfying" towards Aegon. You knew Baela could be brutal but this was just rubbing salt on the wound. Albeit it is a wound you made at Aegon's expense but -

"Speaking of marriage, I believe there is a gift for you from the representatives of the Kingdom of Yi Ti that just arrived this afternoon. After paying their respects to me they were actually looking for you."

Interesting.

"Yi Ti?"

"Yes, it was something edible, oh here it comes." A servant brings in what looked to be a finely roasted duck that was placed gently on front of you. Steam was still emitting from the duck as you take the knife in order to start dividing it.

"This is quite different from the duck dishes that we have here."

"The Yi Ti diplomats have said this is one of many dishes served to their Emperor and his family. Should you accept their marriage proposal for their crown heir, you will be getting plenty of this from them."

With the duck divided and now more available around the table you finally partook of the crispy skinned roasted duck.

"Oh my - it's so delicious."

"I will say that the Yi Ti representatives really know how to make a case for their sovereign. Courting my daughter through her stomach."

"Don't worry mother, I won't be persuaded just simply because of such gifts. But this is not the place to talk about such things is it?"

"Hahaha at least we know where she gets such sharpness from, eh Rhaenyra."

"Sometimes father I find she is sharper than me."

It was no question that such courtship gifts were originally meant for Helaena. But somehow as they travelled nearer to Westeros they learned that Helaena was already married, and since you were the next lady in the family who was still unmarried - they quickly acclaim it was you whom the crown prince was planning to marry.

That was all your guesses after seeing what appears to be Helaena's name in light Andal script scratches on the side of the platter served.

After dining a little bit more on the duck and some food on the table, you begin to notice the King get more and more exhausted as he struggles to maintain the appearance of being well enough to continue being in this dinner.

"Grandfather, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Alys dear, just a little bit exhausted that's all."

"Viserys you should rest now. It's not good to overly exhaust yourself in your condition."

"But Alicent, the dinner."

"We'll take it from here."

"Father would you like Alys to accompany you? Since she has been a great aid to your health?"

"But I wouldn't want to remove her from her first time dining with everyone."

"It's fine grandfather, I'll comeback after assisting you."

"Please, Viserys, for the sake of your health." After seeing the looks of the Queen, your mother, and you from across himself he finally relents and the guards carries him outside with you following not far behind.

Once he has been settled into his bed you take his hand and immediately get to work.

Normally only one treatment was enough for a day, but based on how his blood is slowing down, it seems that he will need your assistance twice a day now. Once in the evening and once in the morning. If this is what is needed to keep him alive before an accepted solution could be found and implemented then you would visit him as much as possible.

You were filled with energy since you've just finished your dinner. You were rather quite full already and would prefer not to overstuff your stomach. But if on the way back you would find yourself exhausted then you'll have to eat more soon.

When you were satisfied that he would at the very least survive the night, you gently assure him that you had enjoyed yourself and are on your way back to the dining room.

Looking back now you wish that you had requested Aemond to accompany you to ensure that you've had an escort.

A few steps after leaving the King's chambers you find yourself cornered.

"Lord Larys Strong, Ser Cole, is there something you need from me?"

"Certainly Princess Alys." A gust of strange smoke or mist was suddenly in your face. The smoke forced you to close your eyes. You were coughing and felt breathless. Before you knew it you fell asleep.

You found yourself back in your bedroom within the dreamy whimsical world. This time you were still wearing your violet gown. You stand up from the bed, it's comfort not soothing your alarm at what just happened to you.

"What happened?! How do I get back?!" You move around your room in a panic. From what you could remember, either Lord Larys Strong has caused the smoke on your face or someone allied with him who was in your blindspot.

"You were sedated." You turn around quickly and see the mysterious man whose skin was paler than you're used to seeing. His eyes dark, his black hair messy, and wore an entirely black attire that you feel is familiar to you and yet you've never seen it worn by anyone when you are awake.

"Oh it's you. I don't know your name and yet you appear every now and then in my dreams. May I know what it is?"

"You may call me the Sandman for now." He says in his a low yet gentle tone. The kind that you wish would tell you bedtime stories to help lull you into sleep.

"For now?"

"You shall remember what you used to call me when you remember who I am."

"Can you not just tell me who you are?"

"As much as I want to, it would be to your detriment. Come have a sit by the fireplace, you have some questions for me, yes?"

You nod at him as you sit beside him. Once again on front of the fireplace with the short table on front of you.

"Forgive my slowness Sandman, but what do you mean by sedated?"

"Larys Strong had made a modified smoke bomb that would induce you to falling asleep rather rapidly." Damn, you really should have listened to your instincts to just ignore him. Even if biologically he was your uncle, he was firmly on the side of the Queen.

"I am starting to regret not ignoring him and to simply return to the dining room."

"On the contrary Alys, this incident is actually a necessary part for you."

"For me?" You look at him in confusion.

"As a result of this, you will be in a coma - a coma is a long sleep lasting several days rather than just hours. And the consequences for this will be your first major battle in preventing internal bloodshed."

"Your job is to try to prevent blood being shed from the in fighting. We'll see if this civil war is truly inevitable."

"Were you the one who gave me this job...this mission...to try and prevent internal bloodshed?"

"No, but I know the one who gave you that mission. You will recall who he is in due time."

"I am getting annoyed by all this vagueness that surrounds me when it comes to inquiring into anything supernatural." He gives you a sympathetic smile.

"You are not alone. We all want to tell you and talk to you about many things that we could not discuss yet now."

"We?"

"Yes, we. Myself, my wife who checks on you every now and then, and many others whom you have yet to meet and remember."

"So...the woman with the beautiful black wavy hair who wears a crow skull pendant on her necklace - she's your wife?"

"Yes, the pendant is not a crow skull but rather my helm. It is my sigil, just as I wear her sigil, the rose, on my ring that she gave me."

That explains why those details seemed so significant. They were signs that these two were married.

"How long will I be here?"

"As long as you like."

"I mean how long will I remain asleep in a - coma? Did I use that right?"

"Yes, you did. As for how long you'll be asleep, even I do not know. Though based on the amount of sedative used in the smoke bomb, it may be at least three or four days."

"THREE OR FOUR DAYS!" You're shocked. From what the maesters have told you, the human body may survive for a month without food, but only a few days without water. How were you going to survive with your body not being able to have fuel.

"You will inevitably be hungry and thirsty. But don't worry your body is healthy enough to survive this incident. Although I recommend not to force as much food down once you do."

As if sensing your hunger even if this was supposed to be a dream. He summons a round piece of pastry filled with cheese that made you salivate.

"This is called Pizza. It is essentially a cheese pie with a tomato base and topped with melted cheese. This was your favorite dish before you were reborn in your current lifetime."

The smell was amazing as he uses a triangular shaped tool to cut and place a slice of it on a plate before giving it to you. You smell the melted cheese, the smell of the tomato sauce that was so foreign yet so familiar. What appeared to be Basil herbs scattered on the slice made it even more enticing.

You take a bite, and you moan in delight as the flavors spread in your mouth. The cheese deliciously melted was so euphoric as it meets the tomato sauce that balances it out.

"Mmm this is so good."

"This is called Margherita Pizza."

"I'm starting to understand why this was my favorite food! This is so good." You hear him chuckle as you find yourself easily finishing the slice you were given.

"There are more than one type of pizza?"

"Plenty. There are plenty of varieties of pizza, but you always preferred cheese and maybe some herbs to be the only things on a pizza."

"How come this doesn't exist in Westeros yet?"

"Simple, it has not yet reached your grounds. But no worries, after a major event - Westeros would have access to it." You raise an eyebrow at him as you finish your third slice.

"Let me guess, you cannot tell me yet?"

"Not only that, it is also dependent on the choices you make once you awaken. Even I and other supernatural beings who are watching over you are unsure of what will be the ultimate outcome."

RAT-TAT-TAT

A knock on your door startles you once again.

"She's here beloved. The door is unlocked."

In comes his wife, the beautiful lady who has been in your dreams more often. She's now wearing black trousers that shapes her legs nicely with a pure white blouse with a v-neck that showed off a hint of her cleavage. On her neck was the Sandman's pendant sigil as her long wavy black hair is tied up in a half bun.

"Hello my darlings. Oh Alys I would like to reintroduce you to someone."

Following behind her was a cute midsized fluffy white dog with big golden ears and round black eyes. The dog eagerly ran from behind her towards you.

"WOOF!"

"Oh hello." You laugh as he begins licking you excitedly standing on his hind legs with his front paws on your lap.

"By any chance do you recall his name?" The Sandman's wife asks in a light teasing tone.

You think for a moment.

Gr...

Gre...

"Gregory?"

"WOOF! WOOF!" He now jumps on the couch in between you and the Sandman as he continues licking your face and almost pinning you down on the couch. You notice his tail wagging heavily and it would have hit the Sandman on the face had he not moved away.

"See Gregory, she still remembers you."

"Clearly you remember your pet here. Hopefully this is a sign that you'll begin remembering a lot of things soon."

"I hope so too - Gregory I love you but please calm down." Gregory began to settle down by sitting in between you two as the Sandman's wife begins petting him on the head.

"I hate to break this bonding moment between the two of you but Lucienne and Matthew are calling for you darling. I'll take care of Alys."

"Ah of course. Alys I'll need to go now, but you may call on me or my wife should you need any help."

"Alright, thank you so much Ser Sandman." He gives you a small grin before standing up. You see him and his wife move to a corner, probably to have some privacy. You turn your attention away from them in case they wanted to have a private romantic moment like how your mother and Daemon sometimes engaged in.

"How are you little boy?" Now that he was alone on the couch with you he lied himself down with his belly up.

"Awo" Oh you remember this. He wants a tummy rub. You begin petting and rubbing his belly as he arches himself towards your touch. You missed this, slowly some memories of you rubbing his belly on a meadow with the sun on the sky that strangely did not burn your skin. You recall how you would train him with something called peanutbutter placed on various vegetables. You also recalled how sometimes he would lick you awake if he was also sleeping in your bedroom.

Feeling your hands get tired you temporarily stop to take a drink of what appeared to be fizzy water or water filled with bubbles. A part of you knows that it was you who brought it into existence here in this dream of yours but you can't recall why you wanted it when this was the first time you've seen it. You proceed to pour some in a nearby glass, and the moment you took a sip, suddenly you recall the taste and some of the memories that made you crave for a drink.

In a well lit dining room filled with natural sunlight, there was a machine that made the water have bubbles.

"This is the family sparkling water machine, a birthday gift from my ex." Says a man or a teenage boy about the same age as Jace but with black hair and almond eyes.

"Oh please Reneé, don't make me regret introducing you to one of my friends." You feel yourself say in the memory.

"AWO!"

"Oh sorry for taking a break." You say sarcastically as Gregory grunts and begins moving his paws to convince you to continue giving him belly rubs.

"Borf"

"You'll need to forgive him. He really misses you."

"Obviously." Getting tired once again you stop giving him belly rub as he then moves to place his head on your lap.

"Is there anything that I could call you at least for now? Your husband has already told me to call him Sandman."

"I'm actually fine with 'My lady', I'm patiently waiting for the name you would remember calling me."

"But what if I don't remember you? What if I die without remembering?"

"Then you will recall after you die. Have more faith in yourself and your mind." She says gently as she gives you a reassuring smile.

"Now I assume my husband has told you that you're going to spend some days here?"

"Yes he has."

"Has he told you that there are chances that some of your old memories will begin to start rushing towards you?" What? You stare at her in puzzlement.

"Your face says no. Very well, since you are in the world of dreams, memories from before you were born would have an easier time returning to you. Sometimes it's just in your mind, sometimes it would play out on front of you with you watching a version of yourself that would seem like a stranger, and sometimes you would find yourself acting it out."

"Oh my."

"Remember what I told you before, just breathe. If you find yourself overwhelmed, breathe and let the memory play. I cannot guarantee that all memories would be good. But know that by exploring them here, you are in a safe place."

"I just let it happen?"

"Yes, whatever returns let it happen. Allow yourself to feel what you feel, and then let them go and learn from them."

Your time in your dreams was a mix of playing with your dog Gregory, bonding with the Sandman and his wife, as well as being introduced to the Librarian of his palace Lucienne. Every now and then your memories would return to you, giving you more clues as to who you were before you were born.

It's difficult to explain how you know it was a memory but you just knew.

You remember laughing with a beautiful blonde woman. Not too dissimilar to how some of your family members looked. She was one of your best friends, and there was a supernatural glow around her.

"I'm thankful to you that you've decided to share this with me. You say it's chocolate?"

"Yes." You assure her as you pour a pitcher of "Chocolate" into her goblet.

"Quetzalcoatl had given me too much. I might as well share it with you since your people have yet to discover such a bittersweet delight."

"Your flying serpent lover must have known of your generous nature."

"Honestly, I've had my fair share of this in my first lifetime. Go on Mera, take as much as you like."

Mera? Who was she? And why did you feel like crying at the mention of her name? She mentions a being called Quetzalcoatl who seems to be one of your past loves. Who was he?

Soon another memory came to you.

This time you were exhausted, and you felt so hopeless and how it seemed to be your own fault that you seem to not understand any of the legal procedures.

"Please universe, help me understand. Help me pass this."

You feel tears flowing down your face - the memory was brief, but you felt the despair in your heart as you let the memory and emotions pass.

Somehow this blended in with the next memory.

🎵"There are moments that the words don't reach There's a grace too powerful to name We push away what we can never understand We push away the unimaginable

They are standing in the garden Alexander by Eliza's side She takes his hand"🎵

You pause as your co-star sings her line. You were on stage, playing the role of Angelica. The musical Hamilton was one of your favorites and you could hardly believe that you are still able to both perform on stage while studying the law. Through generous contract negotiations, you were able to work out a schedule that complemented both of your schedules. You weren't one of the main performers featured on the programs and the playbills but you were one of the alternates when the main cast member needed to rest or have a break. Tonight you were in the role of Angelica and earlier in the afternoon matinee schedule you were Eliza. The main actor for Eliza was supposed to have a break today due to family commitments. Unexpectedly the Angelica's main actor who had acted with you in the earlier show had accidentally sprained her ankle. Fortunately Eliza's main actor had family who wanted to see her perform since they've never heard or seen of the show before.

Before you knew it, it was the curtain call and you were met with a standing ovation. You and your castmates then retreated to your dressing rooms to change out of your costumes. Everyone was chatting about their plans for dinner and their commute home. You were supposed to join a group of your friends to commute home with but you quickly turned around because you almost forgot your phone charger - whatever that was - in your dressing room. Your friends agreed to wait for you as you quickly return to retrieve it.

"Ms. Rizmon you're still here!" The stage manager says in surprise.

"Yeah, I forgot something in my dressing room but I'll be off now."

"Oh wait if you could just wait for a moment. I have someone who wants to meet you."

"A fan?"

"A fan from a very special community." Suddenly you understood. "Special Community" was one of the code words for "Magical Community." A community of supernatural beings that were hidden from the ordinary mortal world for the purposes of safety from persecution and for survival.

"Very well, lead the way Madam Stage manager." She rolls her eyes in good faith teasing as she leads you to the now empty stage save for a few lights that were still on.

The figure was unfamiliar to yourself in the memory but was very familiar to your current self. The same black hair, not too bulky muscled figure.

"Ms. Rizmon may I introduce Monsieur Robert Vernier."

"Actually Mademoiselle, it's pronounced Row-bear Ver-nee-yay." As the stage manager was apologizing, you notice something in the relatively close distance between the two of you.

He had sharp fangs.

Easy to miss from afar.

Normally they would be more hidden but it seems he was hungry.

"Don't worry Mademoiselle Rizmon." He takes out a rather large bottle filled with whitish translucent liquid. He noticed that you have noticed who he was by now. He quickly downs the entire bottle which must have been about half a liter.

As much as you hate to admit it you were a bit relieved when his fangs retracted into his gums.

"Are you sure you that would be enough?"

"Oui, I drank my fill of rouge before seeing the show. And I'm quite enchanted by your performance as Angelica Schuyler. This blanc while not as delicious as rouge satiates my hunger long enough."

"Are you sure you didn't just call me here to taste my 'rouge'? No offense but I've had a lot of your people wanting a taste of me out of curiosity if it would taste different from other mortals, considering who my parents are." He chuckles and raises both of his hand in surrender.

"Non, I'm in the minority who drinks rouge more out of necessity rather than excessive delight. I would like to ask you out on a date." You felt surprised but also flattered and delighted.

"A date? To where?"

"There is a contemporary classical music concert in the theatre near the City of Dreams. I was wondering if you would be interested?"

The memory ends but a part of you sensed that the date was a success. Or rather now you know that your spouse in your previous life who looked a lot like Ser Ion was named Robert Vernier and your previous maiden name was Rizmon. This did enlighten you a little bit on why in one of your memories you've said that there was a difference between vampires and zombies. You may not remember everything yet, but you understood enough to know that vampires, or at least your former husband, vampires still had consciousness in them to live.

The flow of the life force between the vampire creator and any human created into becoming a vampire was unbroken.

These three were the memories that stood out to you the most. Most other memories of yours were just random things. You in a dining table with the Sandman, his wife and many other eccentric beings including the hooded man with a book chained to his hand. You signing the roll of attorneys. You ending a visit to someone with what looked like a harp in his hand...These were just too vague for you to make adequate sense of for now.

"Awoor"

"Gregory what is it?" He sniffs you and his expression became even more upset.

"You're waking up." The Sandman says as he pets Gregory's head trying to comfort him.

"Oh? So soon?"

"It's actually been three days dear." His wife says as she opens her arms for you to embrace her.

"Really? It feels like it's only been a few hours."

"How do you feel dear?"

"Relatively rested. Although I wouldn't mind if I could spend a little more here."

"You'll come back here as long as you dream." The Sandman says as he now carries Gregory in his arms. His tail no longer wagging but instead was very low.

"You're needed in the Waking World. You will need all your energy to win your first battle."

You feel yourself beginning to wake. It seems like you are fading away from a prolonged dream.

"We're always with you." Was the last words the Sandman says before you find yourself awake in an unfamiliar room. As you slowly move, you feel the onslaught of hunger and thirst from your stomach.

"So you're awake." You hear a voice filled with hatred as you slowly begin to realize where you were. It seems you were in Ser Criston Cole's bedroom since it was relatively smaller than the bedroom you were familiar with.

"What - what happened?"

"Shouldn't you be the one telling that to me?" The anger in his voice cautioned you to be as non-provoking as possible.

"With all due respect Ser Cole, the last thing I remember is seeing Larys Strong in the hallway before a gust of smoke came upon me. Whatever you think I did, please tell me." You say as politiely and diplomatically as possible.

"You really think I would believe you? If it really was Larys Strong then how did you end up sleeping in my bed since the evening of the King's supper?" It's clear that no matter how honest you were, he's never going to believe you. Something tells you that it had more to do with you being a child of your mother than anything else.

"Ser Cole...I mean this with all due respect." He scoffs at you but you wait for him till he returns his attention back to you.

"If you're not going to listen to me, then at least let me go and I will do my best not to bother you."

"Oh stop pretending - you have been bothering me since the moment you've arrived." This was news to you.

"How have I done that?"

"As if you don't know."

"I don't. I haven't even seen you until the trial regarding the Driftmark-"

"I KNOW YOUR SECRETS WITCH!" Your heart was rapidly beating as he suddenly moved closer to you.

"I don't know what you've done to Aemond but whatever spell you've placed on him remove it. NOW!" Huh?

"Spell? What spell?"

"Whatever it is that you have over him. Remove it, and only then I will let you go."

"What made you think that I am a witch or that I had anything to do with Aemond?"

"Ever since you have arrived - instead of the thirst for revenge he now has a thirst for you. You have become his new obsession whether he admits it or not. And I will not have him fall for you. Not you, a witch - just like your mother. You want to be free? Remove it now!"

"What else made you think that I am a witch? Also do you not have faith in Aemond? Nobody can tell him what to do when he puts his mind on something. Even I do not have that power over him."

"You are a bastard, of course you are a witch. Why else would both Aemond and Aegon be charmed by you. Whatever your plan is I will make sure that none of you, especially not your mother - gets the crown. I suggest you flee bastard, because the moment the King dies it is Aegon who will get the crown."

"...What has my mother done to you Ser Cole?" You ask after a moment of tense silence pass between the two of you. You've noticed that all his arguments was rooted in his hatred for your mother. Or at least that's what you're reading from him since he refuses to tell you what exactly you have done that caused him such offense.

"As if you don't already know - how else could you have learned to be the seductress you are otherwise. And now you lay on my bed for these past three nights trying to tempt me into ravaging you. Well - I'm sorry to disappoint you witch, but your mother has already done that to me. And now I'm going to protect Aemond for falling for the same tricks."

So that's what happened. He and your mother had sexual relations. It seems she has moved on while he has only ended up with an intense hatred for her.

Considering how important the Queen's faction placed on the faith of the seven is and how important honor is among its main supporters, your mother must have refused to either marry Criston Cole or any other action that might be considered honorable for that sexual encounter. Maybe your mother tricked him into doing it with her and he is now taking his anger out on you and your siblings. Since you and your siblings are products of another illicit sexual encounter between your mother and Ser Harwin Strong.

"Ser Cole...if your plan for protecting Aemond is to starve me to death by not letting me go...then you might as well just behead me while I am in your control." Is this the battle the Sandman and his wife were talking about? You could see why now.

"I will have none of your tricks witch."

"It isn't. I would rather have a swift death than to endure unnecessary suffering." He scoffs at you as he moves away.

"I've heard that you have no problems in killing, especially when you are filled with rage. What's stopping you from just bashing my head against the wall or putting a dagger through my heart?"

"Because you are a witch! If I give you what you want that only means you're up to something."

"Is this what you think of anyone who is simply related to my mother? Do you not understand what the word neutrality means?"

"When it comes to your lot, words lose their meaning. You've been dancing around with both sides for your selfish desire while stringing Aemond along!"

"I do not understand you Ser. First you want to protect Aemond from me, now you allege me of playing with Aemond's feelings and that I somehow should be the one to resolve it!"

"BECAUSE YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM!"

"HOW AM I RESPONSIBLE FOR THINGS THAT I HAVE NO CONTROL OF OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT?!" You were done playing diplomacy. You had forgotten who had said it but apparently it is true that you can't debate with someone who refuses to listen.

You were half tempted to start bashing your head against the wall till it bleeds. If he wasn't going to kill you then at the very least you were going to give yourself a way out. But you stop yourself from dwelling more on that thought since it is possible that he could use that to prove your insanity and that wouldn't help your family.

"Ser Cole?" The voice of Ser Harrold Westerling came from the otherside of the door.

"I hear screaming is everything alright in there?"

"Aye." "NO!" He gives you a glare as Ser Harrold manages to enter the door. His look is startled upon seeing you.

"Princess? This is where you've been all along?"

"It seems that way Ser Harrold. I had just woken up a few moments ago and found myself here in Ser Cole's room."

"Don't listen to her, she planned this."

"How do I plan for being drugged after helping my grandfather?"

"You were drugged Princess?"

"By Ser Larys Strong, Ser Harrold, he made smoke suddenly appear that caused me to sleep. And I had just woken up and I'm wondering what is going on and what happened."

"As if you yourself don't have that ability to make smoke appear witch!"

"Watch your tongue Ser Cole." Ser Harrold says sternly.

"Don't forget that you are only still here because of the Queen. I will not allow you to continue treating the Princess here as such. The King is still very much alive and has been worried for the past three days. Unless you are planning to kill the King through a heart attack and a worrisome heart over his granddaughter going missing." For now that seemed to hinder Ser Cole from making more remarks and yelling at you.

"Come Princess, let's get you to your parents."

You did not forget the look filled with hatred in Ser Cole's eyes. But you more than anyone knows how this might now look as you exit his chambers in the late of night. Soon the news will inevitably spread through the various spy networks to the ears of various nobles in both factions. It doesn't matter if you were drugged by Ser Larys Strong or if nothing happened between you and Cole. Your reputation and your claim for neutrality might as well have been ruined.

You'll need to think of something fast and soon. But at least its clear that Larys Strong wanted to destroy you. For what reason you don't know. Ser Criston Cole will now have his eyes intently on you and your mother. He'll probably look for any excuse to bring you down.

"My lady Alys?" Your handmaiden calls your attention. Vereena Westerling, one of Ser Harrold's relatives who has found a place in court by your side

"Yes Vereena?"

"May I recommend someone who may help you with your dilemma?"

"Oh? Who?"

"The White Worm, I can arrange for a meeting between the two of you tomorrow." You study her face for awhile. She's nervous, but she is sincere.

"Can the White Worm be trusted?"

"As long as you are for the people my lady, then yes the White Worm is a worthy ally."

"Hmm alright. I'll meet the White Worm."

"Very well my lady."

Tomorrow came as Kayla Westerling, Vereena's little sister who was younger than her by two years and who was also your handmaiden, was sent to tell Sers Ion and Arari that you would not be training today. You didn't need to worry about either Aemond or the King, both demanded that you should take your time to recover since according to them and every member of your family, you became fearfully underweight and everyone has noticed that you're more easily exhausted than you were before the night of the King's dinner. Thus ever since you re-emerged for Ser Cole's room and after telling everyone that Ser Larys Strong had startled and essentially drugged you after you finished treating the King that night.

"Don't worry my lady, some of your father's guards are with us. I've prepared for your safety first before presenting this suggestion to you my lady."

"Thank you Vereena." You were calmed down as you see a few familiar faces in a measurable distance. Your guards give you a subtle nod when they notice you were looking for them. Ever since your kidnapping your Stepfather Daemon has bestowed on you his most trusted guards. Unlike the Kingsguard, your father's private guards were more discreet and stealthy.

"My lady, here she is. The White Worm." A woman in a white dress and a blue cape with long black hair tied into a bun and even darker brown eyes.

"Good morning Princess."

"Good morning Madam White Worm."

"Hm, no need to be formal with me. White Worm would be fine."

"You're not going to tell me your name?"

"My name is only for those who have adequately proven themselves. You need my help more right now."

"Fair point." You concede as you both settle in. You dressed in your plainest clothes, with a wool scarf tied around your head. Your hooded cloak was too fancy for this meeting. And since you had brown hair which was common among the small folk then your makeshift scarf hood was more for warmth and blending in rather than simply as a disguise.

"I suppose Vereena has told you of my problems?"

"Yes, and the possible consequences your kidnapping has to your standing in court."

"She has also told me that as long as I strive to serve the people, you are a worthy ally."

"She is also correct there. She and Kayla are some of my eyes and ears in the palace. I made sure to have them become your handmaidens the moment I heard of your neutrality over the succession issue. Both of them have assured me that unlike the rest of your family, you genuinely want peace and improvement for us the small folk."

"Call it instinct or a divine sense, but a part of me believes that if this infighting continues and not resolved the civil war that would come once the King dies would only have pointless bloodshed. I'm tired of the infighting. Because of the infighting my friendship with Aemond has been broken and I'm trying to rebuild it back up." She stares at you, her face still unreadable to you.

"I know you don't care for my personal affairs, but it seems I'm the only one who is willing to find a solution that would resolve the issue."

"What did you have in mind so far?" You take out a journal with your notes on the topic in it.

"So far the only way that has any chance would be to call for another grand counsel."

"There was another grand counsel last time who placed the King on the throne instead of the Princess Rhaenys. What makes you think this time would be any different?"

"This is where I'm trying to find a way to change that. My ... unusual idea is to open up the choice to representatives of the people." It may have been a trick of the light, but a part of you wants to believe that this is where the White Worm got interested.

"One of the flaws last time is that it was restricted to lords. The people didn't exactly get a voice. Logistically if it were opened up to everyone, there could be cheating when it comes to the votes. My proposal is for a counsel with the people's representatives of their choice to represent the small folk's voice in the choice for the next ruler."

"I will admit it's not bad. What stops you from making such proposal?"

"Lack of allies in court who is willing to support such a proposal. All the nobles want is to marry me the singular neutral party, hide from the infighting and once that's over I'm obligated to exercise my influence over whomever survives the bloodshed."

"How typical."

"Exactly, and while the Red Keep has it's library and scholars it is admittedly biased over the current system of succession. Not that I'm surprised since that is the system that keeps my family in power."

"Hmm." She takes your journal and writes down a note for a while.

"Here is the first proof of my assistance to your cause and proposal. I assume that in this system only those who truly desire to rule shall be voted on?"

"Yes, that way nobody has to kill anyone who doesn't want to rule. And also it serves as a testing ground for whomever does want to rule. Since it is expanded to include the voice of the people, there is less potential for bloodshed since there is no ruler without the people."

"It sounds promising Princess. I can also understand why neither faction would want to support such an idea." You simply nod as she gives you your journal back.

"Speaking of ideas."

"...You have convinced me enough to have some of my help. You will need to earn the rest of it."

"That's fair." She takes a breath before continuing.

"I will admit, you will not like what I have to suggest to you. But from mine and the perspective of my close associates, this may be the best chance for you to recover your standing in court."

"What is it?"

What she tells you sends a shock to your heart.

"But -"

"Think about it Princess, you and I both see that there are deeper problems that is causing the infighting. And while you have your neutrality in order to find a solution, you said it yourself that the only solution those nobles see is a marriage to you which would not solve anything. If you want the infighting to stop you need to force them to resolve the deeper issues. But not like the King."

"This would bring me suffering."

"Everything worth doing has a risk. If you decide to proceed you will have my full support and my contacts and I will make sure your version of the counsel will be done. Never underestimate the power of the people."

As you and Vereena head back to the Red Keep you both hear arguing with what appears to be your brothers Jace and Luce with Aemond and Aegon.

"Well if it isn't the Strong boys."

"Jace don't do anything we're in public."

"Oh don't worry Lucerys, Jace here has to worry about satisfying Baella more than anything else."

"Besides, he's only capable of punches. Unlike you who is capable of cutting out an eye."

"Look we're going to avoid you from now on unless necessary. Now let us pass."

"I don't think so."

"Why? Because you're the first born son?" Oh no Jace why?

"It seems I keep calling you Strong boys but perhaps you need to prove if you are indeed Strong."

You and Vereena look at each other and nod that it was time to intervene before a fight breaks out. And in just that conversation alone that you realized that the White Worm was right. While your mother and the Queen have begun to reconcile, this is a feeling that has not spread to your generation of the family.

"Vereena, I need you to go ahead and get some guards. And tell the White Worm that I will do as she suggests after I meet the contacts that she has given me."

"Yes my lady, but what are you going to do?"

You take a deep breath.

"Confess everything I really feel. Now go."

She runs ahead while you make a turn just in time before any physical fighting actually began.

"What do I need to prove?!" All of them turns towards your disappointed face. All of them stunned with only Luce showing any sign of plain embarassment.

"Alys, you're back. How was your trip from town?"

"Enlightening Aegon. Just as how your argument and almost fighting have enlightened me how it would take drastic measures to truly resolve any infighting."

"Alys this is between your brothers and I-"

"And it seems I have not interfered long enough. After all you were planning on beating them up to prove how 'strong' they are right?" He stares at you silently. His expression was enough to show you that you were right.

"Look we'll just go on -"

"Not so fast you two!" You turn towards both Jace and Luce startled at your outburst. You were getting a feeling that everyone this evening was in for a shock at your explosion.

"You're not innocent in this either. Yes you two would have been acting in self-defense should anything happen but you provoked the pain Aemond has been trying to deal with for all these years! Unlike Aemond I have grown a resistance to your teasing so I know better than to take it seriously. But Aemond has only had teasing from Aegon which is vastly different from how you both tease." Both of your brothers began to look ashamed.

You turn back towards Aemond and Aegon.

"Let's make a bet, I am the weakest member of this family - after all I am a woman. If I can prove how strong of a person I am you will all support me in my solution to the succession crisis we have."

"Alys don't be ridiculous-"

"Wait you've found a solution?" Aegon asks suddenly very interested.

"Yes, but it will require great change. If I can prove how strong I am, then I win the support of all four of you."

"No - Alys what if you lose?"

"Then at least we'll have some good memories together Luce."

"NO - Alys whatever you are thinking -"

"Are you taking the bet or not? Answer me Aemond."

"No, this was as you say just teasing. Me teasing my nephews."

"If that's the case then I think we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"What? But Alys -"

"Do you know what Ser Cole said to me when I woke up on his bed?" Everyone became silent as your tone became deadly serious.

"He called me a witch. He said that ever since the moment I've arrived here I was using witchcraft to make you, Aegon and practically every single man except my brothers... utterly besotted with me. He accused me of using some type of spell to have my hold over you. According to him it was the same spell that my mother used to make him besotted over her and how he hated her for it. I tried telling him that there was no way I have a hold over you, but he kept putting the blame on me." You breathe back the tears that were threatening to come out.

"I'm not telling you this to cause discord between you and Ser Cole. He was more of a father to you and Aegon more than the King ever was, and I am a better person than that. In a way he was only doing what he thought was right by protecting you from me. I'm telling you this so you won't be surprised when the time comes. After all based on how I was found, everyone already thinks I'm a whore even though all I ever did was sleep and I had absolutely no idea how I went to his bed after Ser Larys drugged me." And with that you quickly step away and make a run for your bedroom where you broke down and cried.

You needed to shed your tears now for the sacrifice you were about to do.

A sacrifice you may not even survive.

And yet now it seemed to be the only way to bring about true change.

Author's notes: I hate reading cliffhangers but this seemed like a good place to stop.

1.) The dress Alys wears in the infamous dinner is this one:

This is not mine, but I found it through Google images and it lead me to this link: mujer vintage medieval vestido victoriano renacimiento gótico vestido de traje largo campana manga vestido | Shopee Chile

2.) The roasted duck from the Yi Ti delegation is just an in world version of Peking duck;

3.) The infamous "Strong boys" toast and brawl still happens off-screen. But given with her kidnapping and drugging by Larys Strong everyone involved in the brawl is a little reluctant to tell her immediately. Helaena tells her about it though but I deleted it because it broke the flow of the story for me;

4.) To the Sandman fans, yes Gregory the dog is a tribute to Gregory the gargoyle (just using my dog though his name in real life is Jack-Jack);

5.) Originally I wasn't going to include the pronunciation because I always thought of Robert Vernier as French. But upon the suggestion of my friend I included the pronunciation;

6.) The "rouge" referring to blood and "blanc" as a healthy and filling blood substitute is not mine but I just stole it from Ikemen Vampire an otome game; and lastly

7.) "It's Quiet Uptown" was written and composed by Lin Manuel Miranda and Alex Lacaimore and originally performed by Renée Elise Goldsberry; and lastly

8.)To those who have figured out who she is and/or what her relationship is to the Sandman and his wife, do not spoil it for others. If you have any guesses just DM me.

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