Hey it’s me El again! Here’s another for you to fabulously write. Can I have an apprentice story where Aegon the chaotic shit he is decides it’s time for aemond to get his you know what wet (when they’re like teens). Like how Aemond said he did pretty much. Aegon leads him to a brothel where aemond locks eyes with a girl the same age as him who is up for auction since she’s a virgin. Aemond buys her and saves her but she is determined to pay back her debt to him. Skips to years later where they talk the night away. Alicent wants to betroth him to woman but he insists he’ll marry reader. He talks to reader and says like ‘it’s nearly time for me to get what I have bought…’
Not this being almost 2k words lol I got carried awayyy. This prompt reminded me of the way I was thinking about potentially rewriting the HMH series, so it was easy to get ideas for this one! (Also, I'd def do a part two for this)
A Purchased Bride
“Come brother, you are ten and three, time to get it wet.” Aegon said, slapping Aemond on the back as he guided him out of the Keep and through the streets of Fleabottom, practically bouncing with excitement.
“I do not wish to go to the brothel.” Aemond grumbled. He had no taste for depravity, though he could not deny his blossoming interest in the fairer sex. He was a boy—nearly a man, of honor, and he wished to share in such an intimate act with a woman he cared for, not some prostitute from the pillow houses.
“You say that now, little brother, but soon you will change your tune.” Aegon told him, a wide smile on his face as they neared the brothel.
As much as he valued his honor, he was still happy Aegon was being kind to him and spending his birthday with him. He also did not wish to seem a coward…
Aegon seemed to sense his inner turmoil. “Think of it this way Aemond, you do not wish to find yourself in your wedding bed without a clue. Your wife will laugh at you.”
Aemond stiffened, as much as he tried to pretend he could not deny the laughter of others wounded him deeply, and to imagine his wife, hopefully a woman he would love deeply laughing at him? It sent a spiral of fear through him.
Aegon ruffled his hair. “I do not wish for any woman to laugh at you, which is why we are here. I have arranged for you to have the wisest woman available. She will teach you all you will need to please your future bride.”
Aemond nodded, that thread of fear still lingering in his mind. “What if she laughs at me?” He asked quietly.
Aegon stopped on the doorstep of the brothel, turning to him with a deadly serious look in his eyes. “If she does, tell me and I will have her killed. No one laughs at us and lives; we are Targaryen princes.”
Aemond was still apprehensive, but his brother’s reassurance calmed his nerves a little.
They stepped in and Aemond instantly wanted to curl into himself, it was loud, dark, chaotic, and smelled foul.
Aegon stepped up and greeted an older woman with brown hair and breasts all but spilling out of her bodice. “Madam, I bring you an offering.” He motioned to Aemond.
She sized him up, a smirk on her face. “I’ll take him upstairs after the auction is over.”
“Auction?” Aemond asked, looking around the crowded room.
“Ah, it is the flower picking event, I had forgotten.” Aegon said, a devious smile on his face. “What a coincidence, seeing as my brother has also yet to be deflowered.”
Aemond’s face burned bright red, and he cast his eye around the room, looking anywhere but Aegon and the madam. A pair of bright eyes shining with tears caught his gaze.
There standing against the wall in a white nightshift was a girl who looked to be his age. Her hair was loose, her bottom lip trembling, and her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
He tugged on Aegon’s sleeve. “Who is that?”
Aegon and the madam turned, following his gaze.
“Oh, that’s y/n, she’s first up on the block. Pretty little thing ain’t she?” The madam said, a grin on her face as she beckoned y/n over.
Y/N moved quickly, her head down, only raising it to greet them.
“Her parents died, but her pa racked up quite a debt here, so she’s going to work it off.”
Aemond’s heart squeezed as he saw y/n quickly wipe away her tears. She was so small, so fragile. “I want her.” He said without thinking.
Aegon’s surprised face would have made him laugh if it wasn’t for how scared y/n looked. “Are you sure, Aemond? She will not be able to teach you much, if anything.”
“Yes, I am sure.” He said firmly.
“Oh, not to worry, little y/n here might still have her maidenhood, but we’ve taught her some tricks for once her time comes.” The madam assured them, as she pushed y/n into Aemond’s arms, accepting the payment he offered.
Aemond caught y/n and held her tightly, lowering his head so that he could whisper in her ear. “You are safe now, I will not harm you, or force myself upon you.”
You trembled in the prince’s arms, praying that his words were true, keeping your eyes on the ground as he escorted you back to his home.
“I am sorry to hear about your parents, you must miss them very much.” Aemond said.
You nodded, afraid to speak.
He stopped and gently turned you towards him. “Y/N please know that no one will harm you ever again, you will be safe with me. I wish for us to be…friends. I do not have many, and I would like it if we were to become friends.”
You bit your lip then nodded. “I would like that as well, my prince.”
“Aemond, call me Aemond.” He said, linking his arm with yours.
“Aemond! This is quite inappropriate.” You giggled as Aemond chased you around his chambers. You both were in your nightclothes, bare feet racing across the stone floor.
A wild laugh of abandon came from him as he tackled you onto his bed. “I am your prince, if I deem it appropriate it shall be so.”
You giggled breathlessly, looking up at him with fondness. “You are insufferable.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Only for you, my sweet.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes flickering to his lips. Perhaps now was the moment, you would finally be able to settle your debt and give him what he paid for all those years ago.
“My mother wishes to betroth me to a Baratheon girl.” He said suddenly, shattering the moment.
“What?” Your heart began to race, and your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of jesting.
Aemond’s body was warm atop your own, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, his sapphire sparkling in the candlelight. “She believes it will be a great alliance.”
You nodded, attempting to ease your body from underneath his. Aemond let you, never one to confine you, knowing your fears.
You sat up, back against the headboard of his bed. “That seems to be a good reason, most royal children are married off for alliances, it is only natural.”
Aemond sat up as well, a forlorn look in his eye. “I do not wish to marry her.”
You wrapped your arms around yourself. “I do not think you have much choice, my prince.”
He hated when you called him that, it meant you were withdrawing, hiding within yourself in order to avoid any harm.
He reached out and brushed his knuckles down the side of your face. “Y/N, do not hide from me.”
You took his hand and held it to your cheek. “I am afraid to lose you. I doubt your wife will take kindly to the addition of me to her household, but I also have nowhere else to go.”
Aemond’s other hand came up to cup the other side of your face, moving closer to you. “You will not lose me, wherever I go, you go. The words of others be damned.”
You gave him a mournful look. “You have a duty, and I know how important that is to you. I cannot be the reason you have strife within your future marriage.” You moved off his bed and made your way to the door, leaving Aemond alone with your words.
“Aemond I do think it is high time we send a letter to Lord Baratheon.” Alicent said, looking up from her book when he entered.
“There is no need, I will be marrying y/n as I have always intended to do.” He said simply.
She shut her book and sighed. “Aemond, you cannot marry a girl from a brothel.”
“Why not? She still possesses her maidenhood, has been taught by our maesters, she is beautiful and poised, and mother even you are fond of her.”
Alicent massaged her temples. “Aemond you are a prince; you must marry well to sec—”
“I love her, please mother, let me marry the woman I love, do not make me suffer as you have.” He said falling to his knees before her and pressing her hand to his heart.
A flicker of pain flashed through her eyes. “I have not suffered, my sweet boy.”
“Mother it is clear, your marriage is without love, and I do not wish to share the same fate. Daeron can marry for political gain, but please, I have asked you for nothing my whole life, grant me this one thing.”
Alicent pursed her lips, blinking away tears. “My son, I do not wish for you to suffer, you may marry y/n, but it must be kept quiet until your father is well enough to attend a royal wedding.”
Aemond embraced his mother, thanking her and rushing towards your chambers.
He burst in with an energy you didn’t often see, and you stood quickly, moving to him concerned.
“Aemond? Is everything alright?” You cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over the edge of his scar.
“I wish to marry you.” He said, chest heaving, hands gripping your elbows.
“But the Baratheon girl?”
He shook his head. “I spoke with my mother; she gave us her blessing.”
A smile spread across your face, and you threw your arms around his neck, going up on your toes to press your lips to his in a chaste but joyful kiss. “Then yes, a thousand time yes, I will marry you.”
Aemond smiled down at you, his hands settling on your waist as he connected your lips once more. His lips moved against yours with a sensual grace, and you whimpered when he pulled you flush against him.
You could feel his growing hardness and heat rushed to your core. His tongue prodded at the seam of your lips, and you parted them, allowing his tongue to stroke yours as your hands found purchase in his hair and tunic.
“Aemond…” You whispered, as his lips left yours and began their descent down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking as they went.
“Yes, my sweet wife?” He purred, hips rolling against yours, making you gasp.
“Should we—should we not wait until we are married?” You stuttered out, body reacting instinctively to his.
Aemond’s grip tightened on you, and he pulled your hips against his, moaning at the stimulation. “We could, if you wished, but I do believe it is time to claim what I have paid for.”
His low, low voice sent shivers down your spine. You knew if you asked him to stop, he would. Ever your protector, Aemond would never do anything that would cause you to fear him, but you did not wish for him to stop.
You whined his name, tugging him impossibly closer. “Then do so, I am yours to claim, husband.”
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