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vampire-exgirlfriend · 1 month

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Aemond Targaryen

they say I killed you (haunt me then) - Aemond x ofc Wylla Karstark | in progress | Wylla Karstark is content with her life in the far reaches of the North, happy even. She has everything she ever thought she needed. Until Aemond Targaryen tumbles from the sky, abandoned by his dragon and left at her mercy.

Paper Crowns - mafia au | Aemond x ofc Viserra Velaryon | Completed | Viserra Velaryon has never buckled under the weight of her legacy, of all that she stands to inherit. The oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she has always understood her place in the world, in her family. But when her grandfather passes, leaving behind an incomplete will and a bloodthirsty widow intent on securing her children's inheritance, she finds herself in the middle of a war that she isn't sure how to fight. Her enemy? The boy she once loved, the man she's learned to hate.

Iron and Ash - When he looked at you it was as if he had peeled the dress from your body, the skin from your bones; you had never felt more bare than when the prince gazed from across whatever room you were in, his eye fixed on you and you alone.

You've Got My Body (Flesh and Bone) - Her violet eyes crashed against his like waves against a rocky shore and the mismatched jewel tones of his gaze had her feeling dizzy; she could just make out her reflection in the facets of the sapphire he wore in place of his right eye. Without thinking, she raised her other hand, tracing the line of his scar even though she knew he couldn't feel it beneath the knot of roughly healed tissue.

Shimmer - He was hot to the touch, as if he burned with fever, and you supposed in a way, he did. He burned for you, he burned in the way that only a dragon could, with the same fire that you felt heat your own

Daemon Targaryen

Meet Me In the After - Daemon Targaryen x oc Sabitha Blackwood | upcoming | The realm holds its breath as Queen Aemma approaches the end of her pregnancy. The king proclaims loudly to any that will listen that she will finally give him a living son, an heir, and all around him rejoice. But Aemma knows, after two stillbirths, three miscarriages, and a son lost in the cradle, that Viserys will not get his wish. Dreams plague the queen, dreams of fire and blood and a dead boy in a cursed crown. Sent to court to attend Queen Aemma two years prior, Lady Sabitha Blackwood is privy to all the queen's fears, to the anxieties that plague her daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, and the pressures of court that eat at her dear friend, Lady Alicent Hightower. Stuck in a loveless marriage with a husband who grows crueler with each month that passes without an heir of his own, Sabitha finds herself preening under the attentions of the king's brother, Prince Daemon Targaryen. As the two fall deeper into a torrid and dangerous affair, the worst comes to pass.

The queen is dead, the king's heir with her, and all eyes fall on the young women closest to her. Will Rhaenyra truly be named heir? Why do the king's eyes follow Lady Alicent? And what does Sabitha know that puts her in the gravest of danger?

When It Comes To You (My World Is Deep Red) - “Is that what you seek? A great love story?” she asked with a raised brow, dismissive of the notion that Daemon Targaryen would be swayed by something so simple as that.

Salt in the Wound | completed | There was a reason they said the Targaryens were closer to gods than men; it wasn’t just their dragons that held them separate, that held them above. No, it was the way that once every handful of generations, one came along that held the ability to tear the world apart with their bare hands, to rend it with their teeth, to melt it down and attempt to recreate it in their own image.

evening star | in progress | - A queen, locked high in her tower, a rose in a glass case.A knight in the form of a sharp tongued, silver-haired princess.A violet-eyed villain who speaks like a lover. Alicent has hardened herself against the promise of a gentle touch. Daemon has learned to taste love in the blood he licks from his blades. And Rhaenyra, lost in the fog of her father’s neglect, finds that she is the tie that binds. What does it mean for the realm when the Queen in Chains, the Realms Delight, and the Rogue Prince come together to create a light in the dark?

Jacaerys Velaryon & Helaena Targaryen

For the Love of a Princess - “Your fascination with me will be your death,” she said, arching up toward him, his shaky exhale ghosting over her face. She had no idea why she said it, though surely her mother would call for his head if they were caught, a replacement for the eye her desperate bid for justice could not procure.

The Conquerors (Visenya, Rhaenys, and Aegon I Targaryen)

Afterlife - She was not the wife he had wanted. He was not the husband she had wanted. All that connected them was lost now. “It should have been me.” The words came out in a whisper and Visenya wept.

Aegon II Tagaryen

Lips Like Lightning (Skin So Sweet) - This moment was just a miniscule light in the dark. But any light was better than none. Tomorrow she would leave, heading home to Volantis to start the new year back in her real life. And Aegon Targaryen, whoever he was, would go back to the people in the pictures.

heaven is not meant to house a love (like you and I) - Aegon Targaryen and his wonderful, fantastic, very good day. A they say I killed you (haunt me then) outtake, set one year before the main story. A birthday gift for @emilykaldwen

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ms-fade · 2 years

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How would being a brat/Acting up and getting spanked by the characters 18+

Who is includes: Rhaenyra, Jacaerys, Aemond, Alicent.

Alicent Hightower…

Alicent would want to show you that there are consequences to your actions. “I love you darling but this just be done. You have been bad and you know what happens when you are a bad girl/boy.” Depending on the situation she would have you comfortably spend out across her lap and give you your slaps, or if you have been extra bad she would pull out a paddle. But after she will wipe your tears and comfort you, even has lotion prepared to help with the pain and soreness.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen…

Rhaenya is disappointed in you for being a brat and being bad, she has givin you everything but you still behave like this? She will not hesitate to leave any room or business and bend you over her knee and spank you hard. Doesn’t matter if you cry or plead, if she believes it’s time to stop then, only then it is. But if you are only just being a little bad then she will wait till the night you two are alone and give you your spanks there. They usually don’t last as long. You always get to have head strokes and rubs after.

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Jacaerys Velaryon…

Jacaerys loves you with every inch of his body and soul, so he is a soft dom most of the time. But never test him or you will get the dragon to come out and show you who you are messing with. If you acting up in small ways then it will end with you being over his knee giving you slaps in more of a teaching way, voicing his disappointment in his little love. But when you cross the line you better hope he will have mercy. He will strip you nude and push you up ago a wall or over the table and pin you there. He wouldn’t stop until you are crying uncontrollably and begging and apologizing. He can be two different people, but rest assured no matter what he gives the best aftercare.

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Aemond Targaryen…

Aemond is a man who loves to see you in tears, never sad ones but in pain and pleasure, get him going. So when you are in trouble he will always go into disciplining you. When it’s something small: the spanks are less hard but have a mix between soft and hard to keep you on edge, it doesn’t stop with slapping but he will use his nails slightly. When you are being a menace Aemond might even tell you to stop being a brat in front of anyone and drag you away and telling them that you need to be punished to embarrass you. He will then take you to his room and cut your clothes open. Making you stand while he spanks you, causing you to loss balance and knees wobble while he gives you no mercy, he doesn’t care how bad it hurts because you deserve it. He will not hold back and his nails will drawl blood and will have you pleading for his forgive while apologizing. He does love and care for you so he will have a bath ready for you and even kiss your pain away.

#house of the dragon drabble #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon HC’s #alicent hightower #Alicent Hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra Targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond tagaryen smut #aemond targaryen #i love jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon smut #jacaerys velaryon headcanons #aemond targaryen headcanons #house of the dragon headcanons

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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just a silly idea I had and didn't know where else to put it.

Platonic yandere hotd request or ask its up to you. What if Reader was cursed like dany's baby but survived.

So when Aemma was pregnant she afraid because after so many miscarriages and stillborns she didn't want that to happen again, So she made a deal with a witch or used some type of dark magic to insure that she will successfully be able give birth however something goes wrong, she was pregnant with twins. Both were supposed to die but because of the magic one survived (the reader), although she look like a human but had dragon features such as a tail, wings, horns and a few small scales across her body.

Not silly at all! I quite enjoyed this one!

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The Cursed Dragon

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Aemma had been desperate. She had one child who died in the cradle, two stillbirths, and two miscarriages; Aemma was desperate to have a second child. To prove to herself, and admittedly others, that her womb wasn’t cursed and she could produce a healthy child. An heir would be preferred, but she just wanted one to live.

So after it was confirmed she was pregnant, Aemma was desperate not to lose this one. She sent all the maesters and septas away from her, deeming that they made her worse. Viserys had tried to protest, but the terrified and drained look from his wife gave him cause to listen to all her demands. A shadow witch from Asshai was summoned to Aemma in the dark of night, under the name of a Pentoshi witch, so that Aemma could ensure that her baby would make it. In the dead of night, the two were illuminated by fire from a black candle. The witch whispered to the queen that she was pregnant with twins, that unless she agreed to everything the witch said both would die. Aemma sobbed, saying she just wants a baby, the witch did not seem to respond to her tears asking again if she agreed.

With a nod, the shadow woman took Aemma’s hand not to console her but to run a blade across the palm. Aemma hissed as the woman dripped the blood from the blade onto the flame, the fire growing stronger and harder at the taste of her Targaryen blood. Taking her bloody palm, the witch rubbed the blood onto the swollen stomach and into that blood she designed strange symbols with her fingers. A sharp pain stabbed Aemma on her lower right side of her belly. Their shadows danced on the walls as the witch explained the rest of the ritual. Aemma was not to let any of the maesters or covenant members of the faith of the seven touch her or her baby, to drink only hot water, that when she gives birth it must be alone. Aemma nodded along rubbing her stomach, stopping when the witch said only one child will survive this. With that the strange shadow witch blew out the candle and disappeared into the night.

The next few months were relatively easy, few kicks from the baby and some movement from the left upper side of her belly. The time of her labor was long, unlike her other pregnancies she felt a burning fire in her stomach as well as rapid kicks from one child. The first to emerge was already dead, a curled up baby. The second stilled as soon as its brother exited the womb, once it was birthed Aemma passed out immediately from shock. No one knew she was in labor so no one was around to watch the baby. Once she had awoken Aemma was met with the sight of a whining baby girl, she looked like no baby she had seen before. Little hard nubs were on the top of her head, scales that were soft and lightly red scattered across her cheeks, hands, and shoulders, and two what looked like wings on her back. Most people would have screamed in terror, but Aemma sobbed in relief. She did it. This babe lived.

She called for Viserys and only Viserys to come to her chambers immediately, and the king was stunned at the sight of his wife cradling a small hybrid baby. Both were happy at the sight of the confused baby. Then they grieved over the body of their deceased boy. It seemed they were to only have girls.

That day it was declared that the queen had birthed a true Targaryen child. Blood of the dragon, and fire made flesh. Some nobles were frightened at the sight of the baby, but had been made to kneel at the sight of Daemon and his dragon. Rhaenyra cooed over her baby sister, and held her close when they had the ceremony to burn her baby brother. Her long silver hair was the source of much joy to the baby.

YN first of her name was considered to be the new heir by some, since she had proven to be a formidable dragon. Her wings began to grow wide as she grew with them. Rhaenyra was her closest confidant and was spoiled at each instance. When YN was 8 her wings grew large enough to carry her to flight, creating great fun with her uncle Daemon as they raced each other in the air.

On the hunt of her tenth nameday, YN was enjoying the festivities with her older sister Rhaenyra and her friend Alicent. The young girl was ignorant to the flirting Rhaenyra was having with Ser Harwin Strong. She was also ignorant to the whispers of several nobles who were growing restless as to who the real heir was. If you ask Otto, it was YN she was young but strong and could be molded to a ruler. If you YN, it was Rhaenyra she was the oldest. But no one ever dared ask outloud. One noble didn’t seem to understand that.

“My lady. I hope you are enjoying the festivities.” Some westerland lord asked, interrupting the girl as she was stalking a rabbit.

“My day is fine. Now be quiet!” YN whispered.

“Yes of course. I was just wondering something.” The girl hummed at his response. “Well.. since you might take on the throne one day, there is a rumor about your sister’s child.”

That caused the hybrid to freeze.

“Well, it is believed he is a bastard and my house would just like to know if you are willing to just let them run about with indecency and-”

The Westerland lord was cut off by the princess slapping him hard. Her sharp nails scratched the meat of his cheek and brought him to the ground. He looked up to the image of the princess seething with rage. Her red scales glowing like fire, steam rose from her mouth and nostrils, and her wings fluttered in anger. The sight caused him to scream and run as she stomped back to the camp. Right to her father and mother’s tent.

“YN, my beloved what is-”

“Rhaenyra was insulted. A lord deemed he was in charge of succession and I would pass her, then he went on to call my nephew a bastard. I want him punished.” YN crossed her scaled arms and demanded.

The two monarchs were stunned to silence. An insult to one was an insult to all, their stunned silence did not please the princess who turned to her uncle as he walked into the tent.

“Uncle Daemon, someone insulted Rhaenyra and I want them punished.” Her silver hair reflected her red angry scales. Her uncle could never refuse her.

“Show me his face, princess, and I’ll bring them to the king for justice.” He smiled. YN turned back to her parents, and with a tired nod from her father she and Daemon left the tent to find the traitor.

You do not deny the Dragon her justice. Aemma was desperate for a baby, and she got a dragon in response.

#hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house targaryen #tagaryen x reader #viserys targaryen #aemma targaryen #princess rhaenyra #daemon targeryan #dragon hybrid reader #dragon reader

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a-song-of-art-and-fire · 1 year

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Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Black Queen

"When I'm Queen, I will create a new order."

The iconic lead of House of the Dragon. I know the overall message of ASOIAF is that royalty and absolute power are inherently destructive and wrong... but I'm kind of a simp for purple eyed silver haired queens.

This is a lovely miniature, designed as Rhaenys, Aegon's wife, but works beautifully for a younger Rhaenyra. As you can imagine with HotD, I've been doing a lot of red and black - I've gone for a very dark crimson, and very dark rich gold highlights. It gives them a very moody regal look appropriate for dragonlords of a volcano island. It also helps that silver gold hair really pop! You can just make out a dagger on her hip, obviously the shape doesn't match but I painted it up as the dragonbone knife.

#the base was a bit of a placeholder i was planning to replace #but i decided to try some colour practice on the autumn leaves and ended up loving it!#asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #miniatures #minis #a song of ice and fire #valyrian scrolls #darksword #rhaenyra Targaryen #house tagaryen #house of the dragon #hotd

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sabrabox · 1 year

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What Game of thrones stars think of House of the dragon 🐉🐲🔥🔥

#house of dragons #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #hbo house of the dragon #targaryen family #daenerys targaryen #rhaegar targaryen #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #hotd meme #hotd spoilers #game of thrones #john snow #daenerys targeryan #daenerys tagaryen

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hordebreaker · 1 year

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I like how greenies always say "Rhaenyra is evil because she said that aemond should be questioned “sharply". Indeed, Alicent demanded her son's eye and Rhaenyra responded with that. Don't pretend that Viserys would have run to torture his son, otherwise Aegon would have been severely punished. This was said with the aim of exposing Alicent.

#anti greens #rhaenyra tagaryen #alicent hightower #anti alicent hightower #fire and blood #house of the dragon

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signcfthetiimes · 3 months

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closed for @eatsthem

"the town hall is closed to the public," rhaenyra said, noticing someone in the entrance way that she didn't recognise. "due to recent events, i'm sure you can understand." with recent events and the vacuum of a mayor, the town council was doing their best to keep things in order. or at least make it look that way on the surface. things were a mess. rhaenyra felt like their own life was at the moment as well, with the return of all their memories. she had thrown herself into work as much as possible. trying to focus on keeping the town together and distancing herself from the fake life she seemed to have her. nyra almost wished she did not remember. living in bliss of the hurt and pain that the memories came attached to. almost convincing themselves that they were just an elaborate story their mind came up with. but that would mean she had lost her mind. which hadn't happened. yet. "or do you have a meeting? i can escort you to where you need to be if necessary."

#rhaenyra targaryen / interactions #rhaenyra tagaryen / hannibal lector #/ hope this is okay!

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b-rainlet · 1 year

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HOW can you introduce the Targaryens as a lizard commanding ubermensch power love triangle ready to conquer the world and never again entertain the idea of sibling polyamory!! GRRM had so many opportunities to outdo himself and write some fucked up sibling incest polycube full of jealousy, murder, deceit, manupilation and he MISSED. Smh i hope when f&b 2 comes out he will be enlightened and have good christian boy Baelor I keep his sisters locked up in the tower as his little depraved sex slaves ❤️ keep the repressed catholic guilt and monstrous depravities alive in this family tree

I can't make any super convincing points here because it's been way too long since I read any of the books, but I am pretty sure the Targaryens swore off of Polyamory to ensure that the Faith of the Seven would accept/endorse them as rulers of Westeros - since they're a pretty big deal and their support is immensely important.

So it was either that or get rid of the incest and since the Targaryens are Grrm's version of Nazis, they gotta ensure their blood remains pure and 'supreme'.

That aside, I do think a lot of them mourn the freedom of getting to marry several of their siblings - especially the Greens are a codependent bunch and would've loved being the poly incest monstrosity we know they are <3.

(Idk if Mother/Son incest was a thing with the Targs but Aegon is in mourning everyday because he can't have his mother be his second wife, he told me himself).

Me, googling Baelor Targaryen: Oh, okay, married to his sister but not interested in fucking her??? Deeply religious boy?? I can't really see why you would want to-

Me, finding out about the Maidenvault: Oh OKAY?????

What the fuck Baelor??? One of your sisters was eleven when you imprisoned her, what kinda lustful thoughts did she entice???

(Also deeply obsessed with Rhaena being the one sister to be the most perceptible to her Brother's sway, just saying👀👀👀)

#just realized I may have misspelled Targaryen as Tagaryen over the last few asks #But I clearly remember googling whether they're written with an R or not SEVERAL times #And always coming to different conclusions #Just shows how little I care about this family outside of the greens lmao #But also WHAT is going on in this family what the fuck #Can we...see that....in the show #pretty please #Also it's deeply funny to me that Rhaenyra was the cause of the law being changed even further #JUST so no female heir could EVER happen again #Reverse Feminist girlbossing too close to the sun #ask tag

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gameofthronesdaily · 1 year

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Emma D’Arcy as Princess Rhaenyra Tagaryen House of the Dragon | 1.06 “The Princess and the Queen”

#hotdedit #tvedit #usermali #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #h s1 #106 #g #by mal

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myfandomprompts · 1 year

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Dubious Headlines | Aemond Short Story (Part 1/3)

Aemond x Reader Modern!AU Masterlist

Synopsis: In a world where Dragon Incorporation is the most powerful firm in town, Rhaenyra Targaryen's last announcement sends you, a journalist, to interview the younger sons of the family. However, you did not ask for any of this.

Viserys Targaryen was sick, and had for many years bequeathed all of his shares in the care of his children. But everybody knew that the Targaryen was a drama family, and that strife was ever present between the different siblings. Lately, the eldest, Rhaenyra, had made an announcement in which she said to intend her branch of the company to take a whole other direction, putting the other branches managed by her brothers and sister in a difficult position.

“Y/N, where are Mathilda and Sam?”

You raised your head from your computer to look at your boss, M. Vander.

“Uh… I don’t know, I have not seen them all morning. Covering the charity event maybe?”

The man looked around desperately, thinking. “Ok then," he decided, eyes darting at you. “In my office please.”

You looked bewildered. You swore that if you he gave more work because Sam and Mathilda had run off again…

“I need you to go to Dragon Incorporation and interview Aegon Tagaryen,” he announced as he sat behind his desk.

You internally cursed. As if you did not have enough work already. “What? Why me? I cover cultural events, I am not…”

“You did hear about Rhaenyra’s announcement right?” he interrupted you.

“Yes, but since when are we interested in gossip, sir?”

“It’s not gossip. It’s gathering impressions on the changes that might have an influence on the citizens of the city. I’m sorry but you are the only one available that is competent enough Y/N.”

Please, anything but this.

“I- I don’t think this is a good idea sir, Mathilda is the one who usually interviews them I-”

“Y/N, I know you will manage perfectly. Take care of this please.”

You deeply inhaled as he dismissed you, nodding and got out of the office.

The reason why you dreaded the interview, except for the fact that it was absolutely not your area of expertise, is that Aegon Targaryen, second son and head of the communication department at Dragon Company, had such a reputation that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. As a journalist, you were usually one of the firsts to learn what was new in town, and Aegon was definitely in the top 5 of the most scandalous things you had seen. Besides the accusations, the trials, the complaints and the police reports that most of the other agencies tried to hide from the public, he was also clearly a man that just did not care about his actions. He liked doing interviews, though, you had seen a draft of Mathilda’s interview with him once. You could not emphasise enough how much she had to remove in order for it to be decent to be published.

You had called your friend on your way to one of the many locations of Dragon Inc., taking your sweet time.

“I am so gonna kill them. They owe me big on this one, being absent today of all days. I hate them.”

“So you managed to get an appointment with him? With Aegon?”

“Uh…. No, I didn’t, not really. I kinda hope that I would just show up and that he would be absent. This way I won’t have to do it at all!” you sighed as you climbed the stairs that led to the offices floor.

“Y/N…Vander will be mad if he realises that you delayed this on purpose.”

“Trust me, if I am not the one who does the interview, he will have no trouble sending someone else, and be a hundred percent more satisfied with them, a clear win for both of us the way I see it.”

You were on the third floor, near the CEO’s office. As you walked through the corridor, you did not see the man who had just exited the elevator, almost bumping into you. He watched you warily as you continued talking loudly over the phone, not bothered at all if you were heard. Who was that woman?

“You are not that bad at interviews… Just go in there, ask the questions and get out, easy.”

“No it’s not! I’m used to report on cultural events, not… whatever this is! Gods I really don’t want to do this, Mathilda told me awful things about him...”

The man was walking behind you at a safe distance, now amused at your ranting. From what he gathered, you were a reporter. Were you here for his brother?

“Yeah, I read the papers too… Are you there yet?”

You were now before the door on which the shining plate of “Aegon Targaryen, Communication Director” was displayed.

You sighed. “Yeah… I’m standing at the door,” you breathed out, looking at your feet, defeated. “Maybe I could just… invent an interview.” Behind you, the man silently laughed at your unprofessionalism, comfortably leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you talk to the door. He was enjoying this far too much.

“You are stalling again… It will be alright. Hang up, and call me when you’re finished.”

“I guess you’re right, I should just, rip the band aid off. Ok… Talk to you soon.”

You hanged up, nervously fidgeting with your phone and puffed. You were staring at the door, gathering the courage to knock. As seconds passed without you moving a muscle, your silent observer then decided to have a little fun. “Can I help you?”

You jumped, startled at the sudden voice so close to you. Arms crossed over his chest, a man was staring at you, the ghost of what you thought to be a smile on his lips. How long has he been there?!

“Oh god you scared me!” you gasped, clutching your hand over your chest. Then you realised how odd your behaviour must have been. “I’m so sorry I was just… umh.”

He arched a brow, waiting for your response. You cleared your throat nervously.

“I came to see Aegon, Aegon Targaryen. I’m Y/N L/N, journalist at The Westerosi.” you smiled awkwardly before extending your hand to him. He looked at you for a moment before taking your hand.

“Aemond Targaryen,” he said as you shook hands.

Of course. You had recognised him at once, a beautiful lilac eye on one side and another piercing prosthetic blue eye on the other, a chiselled jaw line, silver-haired, and so very tall. There stood Aemond Targaryen, the most mysterious of the Targaryen’s siblings. You knew him to be quite intimidating from the pictures you have seen of him, but you did not expect the effect of seeing him in the flesh would have on your body as you let go of his hand. His whole demeanour screamed power and poise. You tried to control the feeling that crept up from your neck to your stomach. You cleared your throat, his intense gaze on you. You nervously fidgeted with your phone again.

“So is he…” you pointed to the door, “Is he in there?” you asked, your voice unsure.

“Yes.”

Aemond simply crossed his arms again, watching you look at the door like if it was an insurmountable obstacle. You were clearly not a fan of his brother.

“Would you like me to knock for you perhaps?” he asked.

“No no! Thank you, I perfectly know how to knock!” you tried to joke as he raised his brow higher. “I just, uhm…”

But then an idea came to your mind. Aemond was the most secretive of his family, never giving interviews, never appearing at social events as much as the others, and he was just there. You didn’t really know if he was as vile as his brother seemed to be, but you knew that if you brought back an exclusive interview of Aemond Targaryen, your boss would be delighted, and might even overlook the fact that you had been… unable to talk to Aegon. You had to take your chance. You turned around to face him.

“Actually, do you have a moment? I am gathering information on the recent changes that occurred in your company. Would you mind answering a few questions…?”

That is an interesting turn of events.

He seemed to pounder the proposition for a moment, and you were certain that he would throw you off, that you had overstepped.

“Very well,” he stated, his face letting nothing appear as you widened your eyes in disbelief. “What do you drink?”

You were so taken aback that you forgot to speak properly.

“Dr-d-” you stammered, “What do I drink?” you repeated.

“Yes. Coffee? Tea? I can have you brought anything you want.”

This man was unsettling. You had to put yourself together. “Uh... no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“Mh.”

His eye was scanning you, and you couldn’t help but fidget on the spot, clearing your throat as you felt naked under his gaze.

“We will be more comfortable in my office. This way.”

Without a glance back at the door you had almost walked in, you followed him to another corridor, and inside a luxurious office. He sat behind his desk, tapped something on his phone and invited you to sit. You did as ordered, thanking him and taking out your pad containing the questions meant for Aegon.

You tried not to be disturbed by the unfaltering stare the second Targaryen son was giving you as you asked question after question. You had quickly rephrased some of them to be more suited for him instead of Aegon, and you thought that it was playing out quite nicely for an unintended interview.

He listened to you attentively, answering each of your questions as concisely as possible, and you could not be anything but impressed by how eloquent he was. You considered it a shame that his family did not use him more in public.

At one point, a beautiful woman that you gathered to be his assistant, entered the room, carrying a hot cup of coffee in hand. Her presence made you stop as she lowered herself to put the cup down next to Aemond, her low cleavage making you regret the fact that you had not taken off your blazer. He thanked her and as she left, her eyes looked at you from head to toe with a sufficient smile before walking her heels to the door and closing it, but not before giving the brightest smile you have ever seen to Aemond. You guessed that being this handsome and rich might have that effect.

He seemed unfazed though as he took a sip of his coffee nonchalantly. You could not help but stare at his throat as he drank the hot liquid, his Adam’s apple slightly pulsating at the movement. You were forced to clear your throat again, snapping out of your trance as he put down the cup.

“So, how would you describe your sister, Rhaenyra, in simple words? How do you see her as a member of your family and as an eminent member of your firm?”

He let your question hang in the air for quite some time, before biting the inside of his cheek and sitting back on his chair. He clearly did not like this one.

“Next question,” he deadpanned.

“I’m sorry?”

“I don’t like that question, so next please.”

You dropped down the pen that was ready to write to look at him with surprise. “You do realise that this interview is about the subdivision of the company, started by your sister.”

“Half-sister. And I understand perfectly. Please continue.”

You hold his gaze for a moment, unsure.

Very well then. “Have you ever considered, as head of the financial branch, to invest in other areas than the one you are currently involved with? Have you ever thought of sponsoring events or… celebrities for instance?”

As he answered your question, relieved that he did not seem crossed by the previous one in any way, you could not help but notice the way he licked his lips as he took another sip of coffee, his tongue slightly peaking out. At this moment, you had completely lost track of what he was saying, and by the time he had finished talking, you internally congratulated yourself for recording the interview on your phone. How very professional of you.

It seemed that your temporary distraction had you more disturbed than you thought as you saw the next question originally written for Aegon on your pad: How does the fact that you work in the same company as your wife influence you r decisions?

This was obviously not a question suited for the man sitting across from you, so you took a moment to try and adapt it to him, but it seemed that you were incapable of coherent thoughts right now.

“Are you involved with anyone?”

The question had left your lips faster than your brain could think. Not that you apparently owned a brain right now by the look of it. You cursed yourself. Big mistake.

You could see how the question had caught him off guard as you blushed and fiddled with your pad, apologising profusely at once.

“I’m so sorry, don’t mind the last one, it was meant for your brother…!” you stammered before realising that it sounded worse. You quickly found the next question, your body heating up.“Where do you see the company in ten years time?”

He had taken a bit more time to answer this one, watching how flustered you were and how your cheeks had reddened, making your skin so appealing to him that he could have sworn that he felt its warmth from this distance. Your nerves were all over the place, but it calmed down as the interview came to an end, taking control of your body again. You thanked him and stood up to shake his hand, promising him to keep him updated.

“Thank you very much for your time, M. Targaryen. I will take your secretary number and notify you when the article will be published.”

He left his place from behind his desk in order to accompany you to the door as you retrieved your coat, bringing with him the sweet scent of sandalwood and coffee. You had to get out of here.

“I look forward to reading it. When you see my brother, please tell him I said to behave.”

Oh. Aegon. It had completely escaped your mind. You undoubtedly felt like you had no obligation at all to go see him now, having obtained the interview of his quite private brother… But you could not tell him that. Instead you just nodded, hoping that he would not accompany you to his brother’s office.

“I will. Although I don’t think I will need anything more from him. I feel like I have everything I need,” you said, tapping on your pad.

“That is a relief. This way you won’t have to… invent an interview. I’m sure your skill lies elsewhere.”

You blushed at this, realising that Aemond had heard a good part of your conversation on the phone. You did not move as he stared at you quite pleased at your reaction.

“I would never… I mean, it was only a joke,” you tried. “I take my job very seriously. It’s just that I am more used to deal with people from other backgrounds.”

“Mh,” he nodded, reaching for the doorknob behind you. You exhaled in relief, the prospect of freedom one move away, but he paused again and did not open the door right away.

“By the way, the answer is no.”

You turned your head to him, almost bumping into his chest. “I’m sorry?”

“No, I am not involved with anyone at the moment.”

You tried to recall when in your life you had been as short of breath as you were now, stuck between the door and the man whose gaze made you feel like the weakest thing on earth. You tried to reply but nothing came, and as you bit your lips in anxiousness you tried not to notice how his eye had quickly lowered to the movement.

He only smirked and opened the door, stepping aside to allow you space. You swallowed as you quickly passed him, hands clutching at your coat in tension.

“Have a good day Miss L/N.”

And then he closed the door, leaving you to face the pretty assistant studying you from behind her desk, clearly annoyed at you, for whatever reason. You rapidly took the contact you needed from her and exited the building, welcoming the fresh air and grabbing your phone, calling your boss right away. Your lungs were on fire.

“Is it done?”

“Well, not exactly. I managed to have much better.” You were overselling it, but it was a miss or hit situation.

“What did you do Y/N?”

“I had obtained a meeting with the one and only Aemond Targaryen! He answered all of the questions on the subdivision, and even managed to get the intel you could not have if it had been with Aegon. This is good for us! You know he rarely gives any interviews.”

You were met with silence.

“Y/N…”

“Listen, I promise you to do the best article I have ever written on Dragon Inc. You will not be disappointed, I swear. Give me a chance Vander.”

“Y/N, how do you think Aegon Targaryen will react if he learns that he had not been consulted first?”

“Do we… really care about that, sir?” you asked, slightly appalled as you considered it.

“He is the main correspondent with our newspaper. Mathilda has always gone to him when we needed insight on Dragon Inc!”

You swallowed. This would not stop you, you had to make it work.

“All due respect sir, if you wanted that kind of interview, you should have sent her, not me. I managed to have an exclusive one and I believe in what I have gathered. You should too.”

Your boss went silent again, and as you saw this as a good sign, that we would be considering it at least, you continued.

“I will send you a draft tonight, and I’ll prove to you that this paper is worth publishing. I can assure you that Aemond’s Targaryen’s insight will raise the reader's interest much more than Aegon’s.”

Some more seconds of silence.

“Very well. I don’t like this, but I trust you Y/N, you have rarely disappointed me. I expect it before tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Then you quickly texted your friend, summarising your encounter with the one-eyed Targaryen before you jumped in a taxi and went home, reading over your notes.

Yep. Aemond Targaryen would not leave your mind any time soon.

Your boss had been happy with the draft, and now you were at your desk, writing the actual article. You had taken your time in scolding Mathilda and Sam, blaming them for forcing you to take on a task you knew would not have you so riled up, but your friends had only sympathised with you, and you had not been able to stay mad at them for long.

By noon the article was finished, and you had to wait for tomorrow’s paper for it to be published. You had managed to progress on your other projects in the meantime, but now it was dark outside and you were the only one left in the office. Again.

The piece of paper next to your keyboard with Aemond Targaryen’s contact information, was now becoming more and more difficult to ignore as you were soon to go home. All day you had glanced at it, hesitating between sending your completed interview to him now or waiting for him to discover it with everyone else in the morning.

Taking a deep breath, you finally took the piece of paper, typed the e-mail address and attached your article to it before thinking of something personal to write.

Nothing came as you simply wrote the most formal of e-mails, giving him the time of publication and thanking him again. As you pressed send, you sat back into your chair and stared at the screen as your mind began to imagine him receiving your e-mail, how his brows would knit together while his eye would dart over the lines you had written.

Shaking your head, you cursed yourself for losing yourself in such thoughts before shutting your computer down. You needed sleep.

Aemond Targaryen had looked your name up as soon as you had departed from his office, curious to know more about the woman who had forsaken his brother and dared ask an interview of him, Aemond Targaryen, of all people.

He stared at the screen with interest as he browsed The Westerosi ’s archives online, seeing the several articles you had written over the years, mostly about city events or local cultural activities, smiling each time he read your comments about this or that particular representation. Now he was having dinner with his family, listening to his mother’s complaints about his eldest sister again, when he felt his phone vibrate. He could not ignore the satisfaction he felt when your name appeared on the screen next to an e-mail, and wasted no time reading what you had sent him. You had done a good job, he liked that you remained factual in your writing, and he could not help the disappointment he felt when he saw the few lines you had written to thank him in your message. As he put down his phone again, he remembered how you never seemed to miss anything that happened in the city. He counted on that.

-0- Part 2

A/N: Any resemblance to a particular book/movie was unintended, I realised it afterwards. (Oops)

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