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chloe-skywalker · 6 months

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For You - Robb Stark

Robb x fem!reader Baratheon/Lannister

Warnings: GOT, incest mentioned

Word count: 718

Summary: Y/n’s uncle has been captured in the war between her blood family and her family by law. The one person that really cared about her growing up. Will her husband kill the one person closest to his wife?

Authors Note: I know Jaime did a lot of crap to the Starks but I like this story and I’m not sorry.

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Robb stood there in their shared tent staring at his wife. He knew she was hurting but was bottling it up. She didn’t want to look weak or like a traitor to their men but Robb knew it wasn’t healthy. He could see it taking a toll on her and that was starting to hurt him as well. Once the last person had left the tent and they were alone Robb decided it was time to talk about it. “I am sorry my love.”

“For what your Grace?” Y/n asked confused on what he had to be sorry for.

“I know it hurts you to see him typed up out there.” Robb stated, cutting straight to the chase but still wanting to be considerate of her feelings.

It was silent for a few minutes. Y/n had a feeling that he had been wanting to bring this up for awhile. But Y/n didn’t know how exactly to explain how she felt about the situation.

“He is my uncle. He’s the only person that’s always been there for me and supported all my decisions.” Y/n couldn’t even begin to explain all that Jaime had done for her in her life. “My father could give a crap about us kids and my mother only cares about power. Jaime, he actually cares.”

Robb had seen first hand when they visited Winterfell how her parents were. And he saw how close she was with her Kingsgaurd uncle. “I’m sorry.”

Robb knew they had good parents growing up, one’s that cared. His wife didn’t have that.

“And if the rumors are true than I guess, he’s my blood father.” Y/n feared saying it out loud. Not anything against her ‘Uncle’, but the fact why would anyone want to be around or love the child of incest. She had a hard enough time finding love just having Lannister blood run through her veins. “That makes me someone you shouldn’t be with.”

Y/n dropped her head trying to hide her tears and defeated expression. She had truly come to fall in love with her husband and now because of her family's mistakes she could lose him.

Robb rushed over to her cupping her cheeks and pulled her inot a passionate kiss. “I love you, I do not care about who your parents are. My love for you will never change. That I promise.”

Y/n gave him a watery smile. “I love you to my wolf.”

“I won’t kill him.” Robb spoke up after some time.

Y/n pulled back to look at her husband, giving him a sad but appreciative smile. The fact that he wants to spare Jaime for her is heartwarming, but she knew he couldn't. “You can’t promise me that. As much as you’d like to, you can’t. If your men-”

“Fuck what my men want.” He cut her off. He was King of the North now he could do what he wanted.

“He injured your father.” Y/n continued back with sad eyes.

“He’s not the one that killed him.” Robb pulled her closer by the hips. Yes she had a point with both things. But so did he.

“I’m sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Robb cut her off again. She was not to blame for anything that had happened.

“They’re my family, and they're tormenting yours. Their the ones doing all this.” Y/n hated that she was put into the middle of everything just because of blood and marriage.

“You’ve been with me the whole time. You have had no part in it. In any of it, so none of it is your fault. You are not to blame. They’re tormenting you as well by putting you in the middle of all this.” Robb pulled her against his chest with an arm around her waist holding her to him, while the other rested on the back of her neck. Looking her in the eye’s to prove his seriousness. “I won’t kill Jaime. For you I won’t. But the other Lannisters. . .”

Y/n nodded knowing what he meant. “I know. . . Thank you.”

“You are my wife, my Queen. You do not need to thank me.” Robb shook his head. With him she’d always have a voice. He would never dictate her life.

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Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 5

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

OC name: Daeny Targaryen first of her name, daughter of the dragons Rheanrya and Daemon Targaryen, Queen of Dragonstone, Mother of dragons, The Unburnt, Next true Heir to the Iron Throne.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of war, blood, death, dragons, fire, afterbirth, Heartbreak, loss of parent, Targaryen going 'mad', Near death, mention of a coma, oral (female receiving)

"No.." Dany whispered. She stood up handing Deanerys to the midwife ushering away from the cot, and moving towards the door. The guards blocked her but she shoved past them chasing after husband. Hand wrapping around arm pulling him back and stepping in front of him. "No.." she muttered. "Stay here." She whispered. "My love I can't." he firmly spoke. "Y-yes you can.. you can stay here, please.." she pleaded. "You can stay with us.."

Her hands shook against his arms, pain pulling at her body, begging her to lay back down. Her hands moved from his arms to his waist, fingers clenching the leather attached to his body. "Please my love.. I can't lose you to.. We can't lose you.." she whispered.

Just as she was about to continue, guards came running towards them, her head turning looking at them noticing their paled expressions. "What is it?" Daeny questioned. "Your mother my queen.. she was struck down." the head guard spoke shakily. Daeny's arms dropped from her husband waist, as she looked directly at the guards, her heart shattering to billions of little pieces. Her breath caught in her throat, head lowering. The blood in veins went ice, then soon it turned to pure flames, eyes darkening as she watched everything die before her very eyes.

She moved around Aemond, making her way back towards the birthing room. "Doarn, ready Mexes, I'm done with mercy." she ordered. The head guard bowed then rushed to ready the queen's dragon. "But my lady you've only just given birth!" the midwife cried. The maids helped her remove the dress, and replace it with her dragon scaled black armour, red cloak glowing behind it. "I want all women and children taken to the safety of the dragon pitts. All dragons should be out in the sky!" she ordered. Her boots clicked, Aemond trying to stop her but she just pushed past him making her way straight towards the Pitts.

Loud screeches of Mexes could be heard as she walked out of the Pitts head shaking and stretching her body. She leaned over allowing her rider to climb, and with her order of high valerian, she ran and then took for the skies. Guards flowed through the halls of Dragonstone, Aemond making his way to Vaghar and immediately taking to the skies, attempting to catch up with Mexes, but the female dragon was 3x faster than Vhagar could ever be.

"Dracarys!" Daeny yelled. Mexes sucked in the. Opened her scaled mouth, teeth of razors showing and with one roar large bursts of red and blue flames erupted from her mouth hustling over the Hightower guards and knights.

Daemon lifted his head looking at his daughter while kneeling beside Rheanrya and her dragon, both dead. He stood watching as she rode down and hit the ground, the female jumping from the beast and rushing over kneeling beside her mother, then looked at her father. "I wish to burn them to ash.." she whispered. "They have taken too much, and we have showed nothing but mercy, they must pay!" she argued.

"Then burn it to the ground." her father whispered. "Make them suffer." he rasped. "You my child are the only one left to do it." He whispered, his hand trailing along his daughters cheek, spreading blood down along her jawline. Her eyes where dark, nearly deep blue, not even the sunlight did the once beautiful glowing gaze good.

She nodded turning around boarding Mexes, fingers grasping at the handles. "Naejot dārys tegorīr mexes!" (To Kings Landing Mexes!) she ordered. The dragons wings spread and took to the skies, flying over the fight, heads lifting towards the dragon when it didn't attack.

"The queen is going to Kingslanding!" one of the greens yelled. Otto looked up from the bridge, his heart pounding as he watched Mexes fly through the clouds. "Has your wife gone mad Aemond?" Otto called out, head turning towards his grandson who sat on top of Vhagar. "She will die just as the rest of them have." he coldly spoke.

Aemond turned his head from his grandfather looking in that direction, but Mexes was long gone, nearly half way their already. "Jikagon lenton vhagar" (Go home Vhagar.) Aemond spoke to his own. Vhagar flew up into the skies flying towards Kings Landing.

Mexes crashed through the kingdom putting a hole straight through the throne room, yells and screams could be heard as Mexes walking through the room screeching at anyone that dared to stand in her way. Aegon and Alicent stood up quickly eyes widened in fear as the dragon walked through the smoke, then soon the queen of Dragonstone could be seen peaking through the dust. She looked at them with this darkness of pain and bloodlust.

Climbing from Mexes she hit the floor with heavy boots, unsheathing her blade, while Mexes chewed and bit away the knights that even dared to approach her rider. Making her way up the steps, spinning her blade then aiming it towards the king. "Tell me uncle.. Has it been worth it?" she whispered. Aegon shivered at the dullness to her voice, hand pulling his sword from his side ready to fight against her.

He moved first, swords clashing together, sparks enlightening as he attacked messily. She kicked him in the stomach sending him clashing against the throne, a yell escaping him as one of the blades pushed through his chest, blood seeping out through the wound. He looked down grabbing the blade with shaky hands, but refused to move.

"No!" Alicent cried. She grabbed her sons sword attacking the queen. Daeny's blocked the first few attacks but her sword was flinch from her hand by a knight, and the kings sword ran straight through her abdomen, a strained gasp escaping the Targaryen. Mexes let out a loud screech, fire pouring from her mouth and over the three.

"Mexes keligon!" (Mexes stop!) Aemond yelled out. Mexes moved her head away fire disappearing, leaving Alicent and the knight in ash, while Daeny sat on her knees, sword sheathed in her stomach, armour red from the flames. Blood dropped down her chin, and into her lap head lowered eyes partially open.

"No, no, no, no!" Aemond cried running straight grabbing his wife by the shoulder lifting her head looking directly at her wiping the blood away. "A-Aemond.." she whispered. More blood spilled from her mouth as she looked up at him. "T-this doesn't f-feel worth it.." she whispered. Her head turned towards Mexes, going to plead for her dragon riders death, but she wound up coughing blood escaping and falling down her chin and to the stone floor.

She tried to push Aemond away so if she where to get her order out, he wouldn't get hurt. "M-move.." she pleaded. "No. You're not leaving me, do you understand, you will not die." Aemond growled. "I'm already dying Aemond.. A-allow me to go out on my own terms.." she whimpered. "M-Mexes.." she whispered. "No!" Aemond cried.

She reached down grasping the sword, pulling from her stomach blood spilling from the wound. She reached up grasping her husbands hands looking at him. "Lo vēzos endiā sīmonus se ñāqot mazilībus, skori se seas jikagon tista se mountains jēlēbagon isse se jelmio raqagon tēmbi. Skori issa womb quickens arlī, se nyke gryves nykeā living riñnykeā. Pār ao jāhor return, issa vēzos-se-qēlossās, se daor gō." (When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.) she whispered. her fingers traced his hands, then with one nod, Targaryen guards grabbed him pulling him back and out of aim, despite his yelling and orders to unhand him.

Daeny stood on shaky legs moving down the steps and collapsing in front of Mexes, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Dracarys Mexes.." she whispered. But Mexes didn't move, didn't react, instead pushed her ahead against her rider. "Dracarys.." she cried. But still nothing, Mexes refused laying down pressing her head into her mothers arms. Daeny leaned down eyes closing as she shook in pain, head pressing into her Mexes' head. "P-please my b-beautiful girl.." she whimpered.

"Dracarys." she whispered.

Mexes sat up looking at her then opening her mouth, blue flames could be seen coming from her throat. Then the brightness of her flames erupted and Daeny was drowned in them, pure relief showing on her face when they covered her body. But when the flea died away, she still sat hand pressed over her stomach a cry escaping her lips as she leaned forward.

She had no choice but to suffer the pain. She was unburnt, unable to die of her dragons flames. Aemond pulled from the guards rushing to her side once more, this time he ripped the armour from her skin leaving her in the black dress shirt and leggings. Lifting her from the floor he stepped on top of Mexes, ordering her to fly to Dragonstone. Vhagar was quick to follow after with the order of her rider.

Daeny looked at the skies, her hair blowing harshly from Mexes' speed. Caraxes soon joined the two dragons looking over at his son in law/nephew, eyes searching his daughter, taking notice of the blood that poured from her stomach. "Jikagon faster mexes!" (Go faster Mexes!) Deamon yelled out. Aemond had grip harder onto the handle, and Daeny as Mexes took past the two dragon, flying quicker and messier towards Dragonstone.

Soon Daeny just turned her head laying it against her husband chest, fingers pressed over her wound attempting to push down on it to stop the immense bleeding. She could feel Mexes drop, and how she was lifted, but didn't remove her head from him, eyes opening and closing, body begging for it's endless sleep, but Aemond refused to let her, moving her around waking her.

"Aemond.." she whispered. "Yes my love?" he questioned. His pace quick as he walked straight for the measters, that where in the safety of the dragon Pitts along with the children, including theirs. "Do you think the war is over?" she whispered. "Yes my love." he whispered. "It's over.." he softly asked. "Good.." she whispered tiredly. "Just 5 minutes of sleep.. t-thats all.. N-no more than that.." she whispered, her voice trailing off as her eyes closed against her husband chest, fingers loosing from her wound laying flat over the stab wound.

Aemond's pace sped up slamming the door open, causing those inside to flinch. "M-mama, dada!" Alysanne cried standing and wobbling over, but one of the maids gently grabbed him. The Maester's stood up looking at the queen with widened eyes.

"Help her." Aemond ordered.

It felt like years of sleep when Daney's eyes opened. The sight of her and Aemond's room was the first thing she saw. Aemond's voice was the first thing she heard. The silkiness of their sheets was the first thing she felt against her skin. She turned her head looking around, hand moving, and smoothing over her stomach, but instead of a gaping wound, all she felt was a scar that's been stitched and sealed, healed over like it was never their in the first place.

She sat up looking for her husband, she could hear him but couldn't see him. "Aemond.." she whispered. "Alysanne Deanerys.." she soon whispered. She stood up shakily, a black nightgown that ended at mid thigh swirled against her skin, shakily walking towards the second door that connected their rooms.

Opening the door she walked in seeing her husband sitting on the chair in front of the fire place. "Aemond." She gasped. He turned his head, quickly standing from his chair and rushing over grabbing her waist carefully so she wouldn't fall. Once she realized he was holding her up, she released the wall and grabbed his cheeks looking up at him, then pulling him down kissing him, lips molding together in perfection, arms wrapping around his neck, his tucking behind her waist.

Aemond lifted her from the floor, legs going around his waist, allowing his arms to tuck beneath her, holding her close and tightly to him. Moving away she pressed her forehead against his, fingers pressing and entangling through straightened silk silver strands. "Mhysa!" Two voiced yelled out. Aemond lowered her holding her waist gently, two children with bright white strands of hair, eyes as purple as lilac hooked onto the female.

Aemond helped her kneel down, her arms grabbing both children hugging them tightly, arms shaking as she held her children for the first time in what felt like forever. "You've been in a coma for 2 years.." Aemond whispered. His fingers where running through her hair, smoothing it out gently. Her hands tucked behind each child's head, holding them tightly to her while she cried quietly against them.

Alysanne moved away grabbing his mother's arms pulling her gently, to which she stood, taking Deanerys' hand and allowing her son to drag her towards the fire place sitting in the larger chambers. "Look Mhysa!" Alysanne pointed. A red scaled dragon egg, along with a black scaled egg sat over the fire place, cracks could be seen along them both. Kneeling down Daeny reached forward gently lifting the red egg, her children watching with amazement as she reached through the flames, lifting the lava heated egg without an ounce of pain showing across her features.

Aemond kneeled down, elbows resting on his knees watching her pull the eg out carefully, fingers trailing along the scales. "Haelena picked this egg.." she whispered. She lifted her head looking up at her husband, noticing his saddened gaze. Placing the egg back carefully, turning over, hand moving to sit over his arm gently squeezing. "Hey." She softly spoke.

Just as she was about to comfort her husband, the bedroom door open Deamon rushing inside. Daeny looked up slowly standing gently touching her husband shoulder. Deamon made quick strides fowards her, arms wrapping around her lifting her from the floor a yelp escaping her as he hugged her tightly. "F-father, y-you'll break me if you squeeze any harder." she gasped out.

Deamon released pressing his head into her shoulder, arms never leaving her. He was terrified of losing her as well, leaving him to raise Aegon alone. Speaking of the boy, he came running into the room despite the calls of the maids, and crushed into his older sister, causing the girl to stumble slightly. "Jesus.." she whispered. "I just awake and everyone wishes to already snap me half." she softly joked.

The maid came in gently removing the children and taking them towards the dining chambers for their afternoon snack. Daeny watched them leave, wanting more time with her children. "Daughter, now that you've awakened and healed, you must take on your birthright of the Iron Throne." Deamon spoke more seriously.

This was the last thing she wanted to hear, a sigh escaping her as she turned around walking towards the chair sitting in front of the fire place sitting down. "Father please.." she whispered. "No Daeny, your mother named you the new heir. The people of the seven kingdoms will kneel to your and your first son." Deamon spoke. Daeny feared war happening once again, she just wanted to live her life in peace alongside her husband and children. "Father I do not wish to speak of this." she softly spoke. Deamon went to continue arguing, but Aemond stepped in front of her glaring at Deamon. "That's enough uncle." he growled.

"You tell me that you will allow your grandfather to sit on that throne?" Deamon growled. Daeny pit her hand against her forehead eyes closing in frustration. "You will let him lead to another war?!" he yelled. "Enough!!" Daeny yelled. She stood up walking around her husband looking directly at her father. "The whole reason that war started was because of that throne. I will not bring my children anywhere near it. I do not want to it. I will not allow myself to fall into the same death as my own grandfather. If you wish for the throne so much, then sit on it. But do not drag my family down with you." she growled. Her voice was sharp and serious, and with one order for him to be removed, the guards had him out and the door shut behind them.

"What a great thing to wake up to." she muttered. She made her way back sitting down once again, hand smoothing over her stomach. Aemond kneeled down in front of his wife, hand smoothing over top of her hand, leaning his head down pressing a kiss to her right thigh. "Aemond.." she whispered.

He hummed lifting her leg up and placing it over his shoulder, lips pressing into the inner portion. He pushed the nightgown up to her waist, her cunt now in full view of her husband. "Aemond.." she moaned. He leaned forward, pulling her closer by her leg, his hot breath pouring over her, making her hips twitch and a soft moan to escape. Her hand reached out, fingers smoothing through his hair carefully unlatching the eyepatch and removing it from his eye, allowing his lilac and sapphire gaze to sit on her, lips parting in pleasure as he sank into her heat, tasting her essence after what felt like forever.

Her hips arched off the chair, only to be pushed right back down, his tongue diving inside, then pulling out lips surrounding her clit sucking on it sending pleasure jolts through her body. Her thigh pushed against the side of his head, moaning his name sleek sticking along her thighs and his chin. She sat up grabbing the top of his head gently, moaning as she came undone on his tongue.

He pulled her hips to the edge of the chair, hand forcing her back to press into the mount of the chair, his lips devouring her, drinking her, savoring, holding her still as she squirmed and moaned pleading for him to stop as she shook. She went from holding onto his hair, to grabbing on his leather jacket, fingers pulling and gripping, nearly tearing the fabric. His name falling from her glossed lips like a high valyrian song rolled from her tongue.

Her eyes rolled back, lids closing over them as a moan escaped her throat, knot releasing and pulling within her stomach as a rush of pleasure ran through her whole body. Aemond moved away wiping his chin with his thumb, licking away the excess. He took in her blessed features, head back eyes closed lips opened, and cheeks flushed.

"Ñuha." (Mine.) he rasped. He stood up, hands pressing into the armrests of the chair, watching as her lilac gaze fell on him, eyes blown with pleasure. He leaned down pressed a hard lustful kiss, tongue forcing between her lips and taking control over her. She leaned up kissing back with the same force, one of his hands leaving the rests and wrapping around her throat holding her still, keeping her beneath him, keeping under his control.

"Dohaeris." (Obey.) he growled. She wanted to say something but the pressure on her throat kept her from doing so. She stared up at him lips parted, one hand moving from him and wrapping around his wrist that held her neck captive.

"Dohaeris." he growled. Knee forcing it's way between her legs watching her struggle against his hand with a darkened pleasure.

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czerwona123 · 17 days

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In my restless dreams, I see that town, Kingslanding

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"Quando era pequena, por vezes vestia a roupa do irmão, na brincadeira. Ficava sempre surpreendida com a diferença de tratamento dos homens para com ela quando pensavam que era Jaime." - O Festim dos Corvos // Cersei IV

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Little Sister

Chapter 1 - The Red Headed Child

Aemond Targaryen x Little sister OC

Deamon Targaryen x Niece OC

OC Name: Saera Targaryen/Hightower

Saera was the last born child of Viserys and Alicent, only a year after Aemond. As she grows up within the toxicity of Kingslanding, she finds herself growing more and more attached to her older brother Aemond, even more after her betrothal to Cregon Stark, or to another.

Warnings: Cursing, incest, kissing, marking (hickeys, bite prints), parental neglect, Deamon is not married to Rheanrya in this instead she still married to Leanor.

The music surrounded the dinning hall, chattering of lords and ladies, silverware and glasses changing together. The news of the betrothal between the north and house Targaryen, Cregon Stark was betrothed to Saera Targaryen, the youngest of Viserys and Alicent's children.

Small hands shook against black and green skirts, listening as her mother spoke of her like she was a new toy to pawn off to the Lord sitting beside the princess. Her red hair was tied back tight, pulling at her skull as the braid was set perfectly with oils keeping it pressed, clean, and sweet smelling. Her dress was firm and tight on her body, leaving her sitting uncomfortably straight as the corset slowly destroyed her ribcage, most likely to leave bruises by morning sunrise.

Her fingers where clenched into her skirts, shaking as her parents spoke of her like she wasn't there. Her older brother by one year sat on the other side of her, watching her closely, noticing her reaction of fear and anxious. Her bitten nails nearly bleeding from how tight they clenched, a habit she picked up from their mother. He or Helaena where always slapping her hands from her mouth to stop her bitting at her raw nails, never actually seeming to work because as soon as they'd turn their backs she'd do it again.

He shifted and placed a hand over hers, making her hands stop shaking for mere seconds. It felt as though everything around her disappeared as Aemond held her hands. "Calm yourself." he whispered. His deep voice had her heart coming to a slow, blue eyes lifting to his, pink lips parting to say something but nothing came out. Instead she turned her hands, entangling her fingers with his while the other sat on top. Slowly she looked ahead not wanting to stare too long.

The feelings she shared for Aemond was far from unnoticeable. Their parents and siblings knew better than anyone. Their touched always too lingering, always too intimate. The eye contact far too long to be considered sibling like. Her cheeks flushing when he would speak with her. And the small things caught by Alicent and handmaidens when entering one of their chambers, or out in the courtyard.

Alicent has walked in on them, her daughter's back to the bedsheets or the wall as Aemond lingers over her, knee pressed between thighs teeth etching into her throat. More rants and disciplines pushed on the both of them, but no matter what it never made the interactions stop.

It took one interaction between Saera and Otto, a slap to the face and Aemond had his grandfather on the floor dagger ready to cut. It made both Viserys and Alicent realize just how far they let this relationship slide.

Which brings them to now. Viserys had made an agreement with the North to marry his youngest daughter to the Lord Cregon Stark. A Stark and Targaryen marriage has never actually happened before, this being the first. Cregon has already had one wife, and had children already.

Alicent seemed to notice the touching between her youngest children, sending a nod towards Criston Cole who walked forward grabbing the princess arm pulling her up gently. A look of fear passed her features, which had not only Aemond on his feet, but Aegon as well. The whole room went silent, watching the interaction, most grimacing at the way the guard grabbed the girl. "Release me.." she whispered. "Let her go or I will cut you down." Aemond growled. "It is getting late Princess, it is time to retire to your chambers." Criston simply spoke.

"I'll take her." Aemond growled. He forced Criston's hand from his sisters arm, gently pulling Saera away from the knight and turning her ushering her to walk ahead of him. Aegon watched his baby sister closely then towards Criston. "Touch my baby sister again and I'll have your head cut from your shoulders and fed to my dragon." he snapped coldly. Alicent tensed up at her oldest son's words, head bowing hands pressed over her lips.

Saera was taken back to her chambers, Aemond dismissing her guard as he entered behind her. She had a hand to her mouth, teeth pulling and ripping at the skin of her nails. Aemond shut and latched the door behind him, then moved up in front of her removing her hand from her mouth, thumb rubbing over the ruined skin. She looked up at him, a tear falling down her cheek, to which he wiped away with his other hand. It moved back gently to her braids undoing the ribbon, letting it flow and fall to the stone floor.

Her hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, red strands falling forward as she bowed her head. He lifted her head, making her look directly at him. The way she looked up at him shouldn't be the way a sister looks up at their brother. She held a wanting gaze, held only for him and him only.

He leaned down slowly, noses bumping into one another, breath fanning over one another lips each waiting for the other to make the move. Her hands moved forward grabbing onto the leather of his clothing, grasping at anything she could. Her blue eyes finally closed, ridding of the space between them kissing him deeply. Hands pulling and grasping at his waist, his fingers pushing through fire red strands of hair.

Issuing him felt like fire, like flames surrounded them pouring them into the heated lava as they joined. It felt right, perfect, almost like this was meant to be. She pushed him back, but never once released from the kiss. He allowed her to push him until he was hit the bed, sitting down pulling her to sit in his lap.

The sounds of ripping and tearing of fabric could be heard as Aemond tore the fabric from her back. Expert fingers untied the corset, releasing her ribcage from it's misery. His cold hands moved up her bare skin, pulling her down closer to him.

Aemond flipped their position, now over top of her beginning to pull at her torn dress, removing it from her smooth skin and tossing it to the floor. This left her under her underclothing, which was a thing silk dress that ended mid thigh. She reached up gently removing his eyepatch from his eye, letting I drop beside her. Fingers smoothed over the scar, ocean blue eyes staring into the lilac and sapphire, eyes of love and want.

He grabbed her arm pulling it forward bitting into her forearm, hard and ruthless. A pained whine escaped her, but she didn't move away. He bit her as though his teeth would cut through her skin, but they never did, merely marking her in his own way. He would have gone farther, to rip her undercloth from her body, pull her body down to grind into his thigh, watch as her face takes on a color of bliss and pleasure, if it hadn't been for their mother barging in.

"Get off of her. Now Aemond." she ordered. Aemond released her arm looking back towards his mother. Saera's head quickly turned arms moving up and covering her face as shame and embarrassment covered her, just as it always does. He moved away standing up looking back towards his mother. He wasn't ashamed, nor was he embarrassed, he loved Saera, and he wasn't scared to admit that.

Their grandfather wasn't far behind their mother, the young girl ushering grabbing a hold of her blankets covering herself, teeth immediately bitting and ripping at skin. Otto pulled Aemond out by his arm, no longer playing these games, leaving Alicent with her daughter.

"I'm sorry Saera.. I truly truly am.." she whispered. "You're not.. you're selling me off like I'm some whore.. I love Aemond! I wish to marry Aemond, why can't you and father realize that?!" she cried. "I know.." Alicent whispered. "If I could change it all I would.." she added. "You say you didn't want this life yet you make your children live the same. Marrying them off to some lord just so you can stay in power.. Maybe Rheanrya was right, the people will begin to see you as you are." Saera spoke.

Alicent wanted to break down right then and their as she heard her daughters words. Her head bowed moving back and out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She entered the room where her father's yells could be heard, Aemond standing straight watching him with his cold gaze. His eyepatch no where to be seen, most likely still inside of Saera's chambers.

"Do you manipulate her because you can't find yourself a suiter boy? A girl that has so much potential, you decide to ruin her just as you are?" Otto coldly spoke. "The only potential you'll be getting out of her is the power she can bring to your court." Aemond sharply replied "No one will want her on e they find out you've touched her." Otto growled. "I fucking want her!" Aemond yelled.

"Enough! I will hear no more of this nonsense boy. You will not touch her. There will be no more alone time with her. Guards will be sanctioned with her at all times, and if I hear word that you are with her without anyone else, you'll never see her again." Otto harshly spat towards Aemond.

Alicent entered her youngest daughter's room, only to be met with an empty bed. "Saera?" She softly called out. But there was no answer, causing confusion within the queen. The handmaidens had come to her early sunrise saying the princess wasn't in her room, and word had gotten out her dragon Verimax had disappeared as well.

She rushed out of the room rushing towards the throne room throwing the doors open. "I want the finest men out searching for my daughter!" she ordered. "Where is Aemond?" she quickly questioned Halaena. "In the courtyard training with Ser Criston.." she softly answered.

The queen immediately left to get her second son, heart slamming against her chest and echoing in her ears. "Aemond!" she quickly spoke. The one eyed prince turned his head looking towards his mother. "Saera is gone.. The dragon handlers said she took off with Verimax early this morning, important items are missing from her room.." she quickly spoke. Aemond turned his head grabbing his sword, sheathing it and quickly walking around his mother.

He rushed towards the dragon Pitt gathering Veghar who huffed in annoyance that her sleep was interrupted, but when she felt how anxious her rider was she accepted and made her way out, taking flight obeying his orders to search out the princess's dragon.

It took hours til Veghar caught sight of the black and red dragon, that sat on a mountains edge. But he was sitting alone, Cerexes sat beside him, and if Cerexes was there, her dragon wasn't far behind. Veghar moved further into the clouds to go unnoticed, landing far enough from the dragons.

"Nyke jaelagon naejot rid hen issa betrothal Kepus." (I wish to rid of my betrothal uncle.) Saera softly spoke in their father's tongue. Her back pressed to stone as Deamon sat watching her closely. "Aeksio Cregon Stark iksos nykeā rovegrue aeksio niece." (Lord Cregon Stark is a great lord niece.) Deamon simply replied. "Kessa ziry iksos. Yn nykeā gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot sagon gaomagon syt issa muñnykeā se grandfather's thirst syt power foliot se denalion." (Yes he is. But I do not wish to be used for my mother and grandfather's thirst for power over the throne.) she spoke honestly, giving away the secrets of the Kingslanding hall.

"Skoro syt mazigon naejot issa?" (Why come to me?) he questioned. His voice was rough but soft as he spoke with her. She had nothing to do with the rivalry between the blacks and the greens. Far too innocent, and unknown like the rest of her family. "Ponta jāhor daor mazōregon Aemond, yn ponta jāhor mazōregon ao Kepus. Ao jiorgain arli iemny SE halls he Kingslanding. Nyke daor tepagon ao nykeā position va se denalion, yn nyke tepagon ao power iemny se court, power foliot issa grandfather, se ability naejot restore Kingslanding hae ziry istan." (They will not accept Aemond, but they will accept you uncle. You get back within the halls of Kingslanding. I cannot give you a position on the throne, but I will give you power within the court, power over my grandfather, the ability to restore Kingslanding as it was.) her voice was soft, fingers clenching behind her back as she slowly gave herself over to her uncle.

Deamon let out a deep chuckle, slowly standing and walking over to her, large hand wrapping around her arm pulling them to her sides. "Skorkydoso gaomagon ao gīmigon ponta jāhor mazōregon issa niece?" (How do you know they will accept me niece?) he questioned. "My father is on his death bed uncle, if I'm bringing any man forward that isn't Aemond he would gladly accept. I'm just picking one that would protect me from the hands of my grandfather." she whispered. "Protect you?" he questioned. "I've come to learn my grandfather wishes to sell me for the throne.." she whispered. "And mother is coming to agreement with it." her voice cracked at mother.

"Kostilus Kepus.." (please uncle.) she whispered. Deamon's hand moved up to sit against her cheek, tracing beneath her lash line removing the the tears that laid their. "Very well." he rasped.

"I shall accept your proposal my dear wife." he whispered.

Deamon asking for Saera's hand came to a surprise to the court. But Viserys allowed it, accepted it over the North. To keep the bloodline pure, and not to place his daughter in a miserable marriage, when already surrounded by a miserable family.

The betrothal was a huge celebration, and this time she wasn't shaking and crying. Instead she was smiling along side her family. Well Aemond wasn't happy, he was furious, but by the end of the night he saw why she was doing it. She wanted protection, and he couldn't give it to her if his every movement was being watched. So she chose the next best thing, their uncle Deamon Targaryen.

Alicent smiled watching as her daughter danced with Deamon, a smile pressed onto her features, a dress of black and red shimmering brightly. Her blue eyes never leaving lilac, arms around one another giggles and deep chuckles surrounding the two.

"I know she'll never look at Deamon the way she looks at you Aemond. But you must understand why she is doing this." Alicent whispered to her son. "I know. He'll do anything to rid of her being here, at least Deamon will protect her." Aemond rasped. Alicent kissed his cheek then looked back towards her daughter, smiling at her happiness.

Otto Hightower stood from his seating at the table raising his glass, the room going silent. Saera's hand moved to Deamon's side watching her grandfather. "I wish to give a toast to my youngest granddaughter, to finally give her hand to someone noticable. I wish for great and powerful heirs to come from her very womb." he spoke harshly, closely, sadistically.

Saera didn't know how to take that, head turning and lifting up towards Deamon who had a death glare set on Otto. She pulled at Deamon smiling up at him, pulling him down, just as she would Aemond, lips pressing into his, the taste of strawberries and wine mixing together as he kissed back. Lord and ladies cheered at the newlywed, while Aemond sat fist clenched agaisnt the table watching the scene in front of him.

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