You called?

"I heard that, In fact, I heard it too many" you let out a long heavy sigh, rolling your eyes. "Why not? Nothing will be too much for my love" he smirks, snaking his arm around your waist; not caring if the garden was surrounded by hoarding guests from powerful houses.

"We are not to be wed Daemon, stop calling me that" you scoff, removing his arm that was holding tightly on your hips. "Have you not learned? Your previous wife was 'mysteriously' killed, and here you are not caring, at all" standing in front of him, you cross your arms as he scoffs.

"Your point princess?" he slowly stood up, towering over your figure, which was now fully covering by his body from the guests. You don't even know how you and him got here in the first place, the last time you remember being in peace without the idiot, was when you were still back in your country.

He started pestering you the moment you interacted with his niece, Rhaenyra, the sweet girl who offered you a tour of their abode, the moment he set his eyes on you, he was adamant to marrying you, not a single day of you being here is not filled with the prince.

"Well, you know the point my prince" his smirk widens, the way his title slides off your tongue. "I love you" he says, whispering.

"Do you really think that?" whispering back, you smirk, as he slightly tenses, your warm breath fanning on his neck, the guests were too busy to even notice you two, his grip even tightening as your hands made your way to his hips as well. "You love me?"

He was speechless as your fingers was playing with the tip of his pants. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" he returned your gesture as he gripped your ass, tightly.

"Are you alright my prince?" you removed yourself from him, your malicious intents being replaced by your innocent look. "You look a bit tense there" you had to fight back a smirk, over the days he's been torturing you, you learnt the ways to make him stop for a bit, ways to make him flustered, ways to just shoo him away.

"Don't think I don't know what your doing there princess" he adjusts his now short hair, many have rumored him having an affair with his niece, but the king quickly shun it down, saying that Daemon only bonded with his niece as he's been away for long.

"Same goes for you Daemon" you cross your arms, being that you don't wanna be one of his 'mysteriously' murdered wife, you have to do your best to just avoid the rouge prince. "Doesn't my sincerity faze you princess? Me doing this is just once in a blue moon, don't abuse it" his face contorted to a scowl, his eyes darkening as yours stayed normal.

"Does the little boy want his nap now? you seem tired from all the traveling, let's get you to bed" you chuckle, hitting his hard bound biceps.

-

"This would look great on you princess" Rhaenyra raises the dress to your face, scanning it all over. "You would be the center of attraction" you both chuckle.

"Are you excited Y/N? All the handsome Lords will be here for my wedding, maybe you'll even meet your the one" she winks making you both laugh your asses off. "I wish, Oh my lord I will gladly accept this proposal, let's get married right away and make dumb looking babies!" you dramatically held both your hands to your chest as Rhaenyra snorts.

"Why don't you marry my uncle princess? He's quite mesmerized by you, or should I say even Smitten by you."

"I don't think so, he's just finding another wife to murder again, so I should just stay away." Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow. "You don't really think he killed Lady Rhea right?"

"Just a hunch, Lady Rhea was fine after he got back, then she was dead on the spot, don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?"

"I guess so princess, but we should hurry, our princes are waiting for us" she chuckles.

-

The ballroom was busting of Lord and Ladies, flirting here and there, dancing here and there.

"Are you enjoying the party Princess?" a husky but gentle voice behind you says. your head perks up being met by Harwin. "Are you? It seems your only here for the drinks Ser Harwin." you laugh. "Did I princess? You just read my mind, so I'll take my leave now" he kissed the back of your hand and bid you goodbye.

{Moments after}

The rogue prince's gaze never left you, even after Ser Harwin left to dance with his niece, he still kept eyeing you seducingly. The song started speeding up and as the people, then later you joined in with the crowd leaving Daemon finding you through the hoard of people.

"Found you princess" he says breathlessly as you smirk, he really did all the work just to find you, you were not blind by his affections, but playing with him is just as fun. "Are you alright? you should go and rest my prince" you flash him your innocent smile, the both of your circling each other.

"Stop with this" he whispers, holding your hand in his as the two started dancing. "Stop with what my prince? Were dancing aren't we? why stop?" your eyes flicker as he groans.

"Continue this and your gonna regret it Y/N" Gripping your hips tighter, he leads you at the center of the room, "Or what? your punishing me? beat me? or..." you tip-toed; your lips brushing his ears as you whisper.

"Fuck me until I beg for your mercy while you shoot your heirs into my swelling belly full of your cum after hours of sex?" he groans.

Before he could even do anything, a loud shriek was heard across the room, the people bustling just to get out of the place, you turn to your back and the prince was nowhere to be seen, hoards and hoards started to push you down, you had nothing to hold unto to as you were in the middle of the ballroom.

Screams were surrounding you, you were pushed around, even getting kicked and pulled down as people were desperate of escaping the mess.

But alas you fell down and the people started to stepped on you, their hard heavy shoes stepping on you as they shouted complains.

You covered your head with your hands securing it, your knees were tucked in your stomach; protecting it.

For what seems to be like an eternity, a hand finally pulled you out of the nightmare, you were tossed on the man's shoulder as his iron grip never left your lower back, you were to weak to even look at your savior, and his white sliver hair was the last thing you ever saw when you blacked out.

-

"Is she going to be fine?" distorted voices started filling your ears, you felt people in the room looking at you, and a familiar one too.

"She will be my prince"

"why isn't she waking up yet? Did you do something wrong?"

"No prince, it's norma-"

"NO! No its not, she's fucking asleep for hours, and you expect me to believe that SHES FINE!?!?"

"My prince, Please calm dow-"

"if she won't wait the fuck up after this i will fucking have your head on a fucking flag!"

"Uncle, please calm down, the maester is the most well known in westeros, so she'll be fine"

"CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! I WON-"

"Oh my fucking- Why are you all so loud, I'm fucking sleeping" you rub your eyes, you try sitting up but a pang of sting hits right where your rib is making you drop back down.

"Oh princess, your awake!" Rhaenyra beams as she hugs you, you nervously chuckle as all eyes were on you.

"Princess, I think it's time we give them space" Laenor, who was covered in blood splotches held led the princess out and all followed after.

"Princess..." The rogue prince beside you, who now has his hair tangled and messy, held your hand gently in his. "Don't scare me like that" He was looking at you, like you were the only thing in front of him, his eyes were filled with sorrow instead of malice, his lips were pointed downward instead of upwards, his usual face was replaced by a sorrowful look.

"Why the long face my prince?" you lightly chuckle. "It's like someone died or something, are you alright?"

"There you go again, why can't you take me seriously princess?" You sense his sincerity, the way he talks and looks at you. He was worried, even scared.

"Am I not sincere enough for you?"

"Daem-"

"YOU ALMOST DIED!" You wince, sure he was the rogue prince, but this was the very first time he shouted at you, the very first time you saw him scared, fragile, weak.

"I was so worried, you let go of my hand in the ballroom, I tried finding you but the stamped was too big, you scared me to death princess, don't do that to me, ever" you wipe the tear that fell from his face, his glowing, majestic face.

"I won't my love" you reply, his face slightly cheering up, you guide his head on the crook of your neck.

"You know that I was just messing with you right?" you chuckle, playing with his hair as you felt his hot breath on your neck. "I do.. but seeing you have fun by thinking your fooling me was the best" he says, pulling you unto his lap as he maintained his head on your neck.

"Have some control my love, I'm still healing" you groan as he was licking and biting your neck, sliding down to your shoulder his hand played with your white nightgown.

"Oh I have, I'm just teasing you"

{ I'm a sucker for a niece-uncle trope so bare with it ƪ⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠)⁠ʃ. And I kinda changed the timeline for the sake of this one shot, You were born after Jace btw, so your a second-born}

Days after you and your family arrived in Dragonstone, you felt all the childhood memories rushing in again, from the garden where you and your uncles used to play to walls which your brothers climbed on.

It was joyous, sadly, you had to move because of 'the incident'. You personally didn't see what happened, but from what your brothers told you, your uncle Aemond was the one who started it. And so far that's all you knew.

All a while the castle servants were busy taking care of the Kind, he was in the verge of dying any minute now and we can't have that, the last time you saw him, he was, well, lively and well, but now he looks like as if he were now a living corpse, his body was slowly decaying like a fruit, his hair was falling out leaving his bald spotted head.

Your father, Laenor Velaryon, had asked you if you wanted him to find a suitor for you to marry, but you shrugged it off, which he respected and never brought up in conversations ever, after all, you were Rhaenyra's first child born with the Targaryen features, white hair, grey eyes {idk of its grey or purple, because in the book its purple? But when I watched the series it was kinda grey? anyways-}, but it didn't make your mother and father treat you and your brothers differently, it actually became a rumor if Daemon fathered you instead of Laenor.

Strolling in the gardens, you spotted a group of ladies who you suppose are here to ask Aemond's hand, it first shocked you how anyone would marry your bully of an uncle, he even wore an eye patch that made him more... Charming.. yeah.

What?

No no that is impossible, he looks rather intimidating, focus Y/N! You don't want to end up in the dungeons! Or would you?

You hid behind a pillar trying to hear their conversation, it was fairly hard to hear them because the castle was noisy and even add the irritating giggles they let out here and there.

"I heard the prince replaced his eye with a beautiful blue sapphire!" A brunette giggled, and the other girls followed.

"I heard that he fucked a chamber servant one and the maid said his dick was so long it made her belly bulge!"

"That's so naughty Hemis! Haven't you got manners!" They all laugh in response. I chuckled, as if your uncle had been laid, maybe the alleged 'maid' was talking about your uncle Aegon, Aemond is.. is a good man in a way.

"We love spying now are we?" A husky-like voice whispers behind you, a male to be exact, you could feel his breath fanning at the crook of your neck, as if he's also trying to hide behind you.

"hm yes, those ill-mannered ladies are quite a chatter, they even thought you've been laid dear uncle, that almost caught me off guard" you smirk as your uncle chuckles, his voice was deep, and not joking, a very raspy one too.

Unlike when you were kids he used to have this squeaky voice, but I guess puberty hits hard, very hard.

"How did you know hm? Did it really become a big-time gossip now?" Your eyes widen as you turn back meeting his face plastered with his amused smirk.

"Ziry iksos drēje?!" {It's true?!}, half of you never really believed it, but as you scan your uncle, he looks so.. alluring, captivating even, with his intimidating eye patch, and his long white hair, don't tell me you don't find this man attractive.

"Hen rhinka daor jorrāelagon niece, skoro syt would ao pāsagon such bullshit? Nyke won't stoop ilagon low raqagon aegon" {Of course not dear niece, why would you believe such bullshit? I won't stoop down low like Aegon.} His smirk disappears replacing with a scowl.

"Think before you believe Y/N, didn't think you'd be this doltish" he tsks and approaches the ladies who were now whispering to each other, you couldn't make out what they were saying, and even if you did, you don't care. A simple gossip of those nasty ladies wouldn't break your reputation anyways.

"Good morning m'ladies, I see you started your day with those juicy gossips of yours" He smiles, you had to fight just to stop your eyes from rolling, he grew up to fake now things now ay?

"Of course not my prince, We were just asking each other who would we bring to the event later" A blonde-haired girl bows and bites her lip.

"Why don't go with the prince Soliel! We know you've been itching to ask him since yesterday!" you frown, as if your uncle would bring her, after all, he said he wouldn't stoop down low right?

"oh did you m'lady? I was thinking the same thing when I saw you earlier here" he looks the blushing girl up and down before kissing her hand. "Then you it is then Soliel" Your grip on the pillar tightened in such a way that your palms hurt.

The way he looks at the filthy girl, the way he said her name, the way he acts in front of her, makes you want to choke her and gouge her eyeballs and-

"Y/N? are you alright?" A small voice asks behind you, you turn around and there was Luke holding your arm gently. "Me? oh yes, quite alright here" you chuckle nervously, running your hands on his hair.

"Mother asked for you actually, she wanted to let you try on a dress for later, she even showed me what it looks like! And I know you'll look majestic in it!" he eyes were shining brightly, like the time he first learned to ride Arrax.

"Of course, would you come with me?" you held his hand going inside, maybe you'll find a guy for the dance later, an even more handsome guy.

-

"You find anything of your choice princess?" Halaena, who was beside you suddenly asked. "What makes you say that I'll find a husband here dear aunt? I wouldn't even dream of it, the room is full of men who would want to push in heirs in your pussy while you suffer pushing them back out" she chuckles at your remark.

"Don't be too negative Y/N, I'm sure your 'the one' is just here and you don't know it" she continued chatting with some other lady you don't know, and don't want to know.

"These parties are such kultz" a voice groans beside you. "Aren't I right? princess is it?" He hands you a glass of wine.

"Hm" you weren't in the mood to talk, or to ever talk neither, just looking at how your uncle and the blonde bitch laugh with each other makes you wanna puke.

"Bored are we now yes? should we order more of those lords in? to you know, entertain us?" you chuckled, but quickly silenced yourself, this guy's remarks wouldn't trick you the slightest.

You turn beside you and was met by a beautiful ginger haired fellow, his eyes were green in contrast to your dead grey eyes, his hair was bright and happy opposite of your colorless ones.

"I think I broke the princess, are you alright?" he smiles gently, he wasn't looking at you like you were a pig to pump out his heirs, his eyes weren't lingering elsewhere but focused on maintaining eye contact with you, he looks like that one character in your childhood stories you read once.

"Oh yes, I am haha, sorry for making you uncomfortable my prince" the word 'my prince' slid out of your tongue easily, you didn't even know if he was a prince, maybe he was a 'Ser' or a 'Lord'

"Ah, sorry princess, it's actually Elyseen Sullivan of Quintovel" Elyseen, elyseen, elyseen.

"Elyseen, that's a good name"

-

A dance was then held after the feast, the tables and chairs were set aside as the people began pairing up, laughter and giggles horded the room as the song of dragons begun, people switching partners as the beat of the music changes, and of course, many men wanted their chances dancing with you, pushing each other here and there.

You didn't really care, but I mean- them fighting for a simple chat with you is hilarious, you grandfather told you that your mother enjoyed experiencing the same as you. As if your her twin whose been given birth a little later.

"We meet again princess" you snap back to reality as a ginger fellow was your partner this time. "Your fairly good at this m'lord, are you sure you don't know how to dance?" you chuckle, the song sped up and bit and the people begun bumping each other, but adapted to the steps later on.

"As do you princess, quite a destiny ay?"

Before you could even reply to his joke a certain someone interrupted, quickly.

"May I, Lord Sullivan?" Your uncle looked at Elyseen up and down before making you follow him in the center of the dance floor.

He circled around you before saying his complaints. "Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon?" {Is this what you want?}, he says, looking down as he was a tad bit taller than you, people passing by was busy dancing not minding if you and your uncle were not.

"Nyke istan daor aware bona skoros nyke jeldan mattered naejot ao" {I was not aware that what I wanted mattered to you}, you and him maintained eye-contact as you can feel burning looks from the center dinner table of where your mother was in.

"Bisa iksos daor syt ao" {This is not for you}, he took a long breath before continuing. "Bona carrot bartos iksos nykeā sȳz vala rūsīr nykeā sȳz lentor, ziry jāhor bore ao senseless" {That carrot head is a good man with a fine family, he will bore you senseless} you rolled your eyes.

"Dīnilūks iksos mērī nykeā political arrangement, nyke rȳbagon" {Marriage is only a political arrangement, I hear}, he avoids your eyes for a second but looked back at you with a more intimidating look.

"Nyke ȳdra daor emagon nykeā betrothed yet" {I don't have a betrothed yet}, he looks around cautiously before looking back down at you.

"sīr gūrogon issa, pār, emagon bisa daor issare aōha purpose?" {So take me, then, has this not been your purpose?} both of you were now circling each other, the sexual tension getting more intense.

"Nyke yet naejot sagon married, yn se jēda rēbagon swiftly" {I am yet to be married, but the time pass swiftly}, he neared his face to yours, looking at your lips and you looking at his, plump and pink, it looked soft and even wet.

"ao issi surely armed, nektogon rȳ issa muñnykeā's mentyr, ōregon issa prison kesīr till ao mazverdagon issa aōha ābrazȳrys" {You are surely armed, cut through my mother's soldiers, hold me prison here till you make me your wife}, you lift your chin trying to make yourself more intimidating as him.

"I'm right here uncle, take me as you wish and I'll be yours till death" he wasn't smirking anymore, not even smiling. He roughly held your face against his, you could feel his breath fanning your poor face, you could see your mother standing up from her seat with daemon trying to calm her down.

-

Jealous? Pft!

Never! It has never happened to dear old uncle right here! Except the fact that he wants the throne.

Jealousy was never an issue to Aemond, Aegon gets the bigger piece? No problem, Aemond is on his diet and needs to train so no biggy.

His mother is giving his brother more attention and love? That's fine, Aemond's a tough guy, they don't need love and attention, it'll only make them weaker.

Oh? His favorite niece is dancing with another twink lord? That's fin-

What?

"Who is he?" The long-haired boy asks his sister, "oh him? He's some lord that lined up for Y/N's hand, this is actually his first time meeting her in person since he never got to in the line up" Halaena continues to munch on her dinner failing to notice how her brother's grip tightens around the wine cup, and how his jaw clenches as the couple swayed to the music.

"first time meeting? Are you sure about it? Because by the looks of it, they don't look like how you would act the 'first time' around is it?" He would often meet the young lord's eyes and shoots him a glare, Aemond's eye would soften as he manages to catch yours.

"And now they're laughing with each other, how can this day get any worse?" Halaena laughs at his remark.

"don't be such a baby, brother, jealousy would get you nowhere" the princess then leaves to catch her slumber leaving Aemond completely speechless in a ballroom full of dancing couples.

Jealous.

The word that was repeated over and over in Aemond's twisted mind, jealous? Why would he be jealous? For goodness gracious, its his niece were talking about here.

His.

"I smell lack of sex here brother" Aegon, who appeared out of nowhere suddenly sat beside the taller boy.

"What is it you need Aegon?" He retorted. "Relax brother, I'm only here to help you.. you know- Ease the pain" his brother nudges his ribs as Aegon began to talk to him about how there are tons of whores to fuck tonight.

As his idiotic brother continued his story-telling, he was fixated on one thing and one thing only.

You.

You were still talking to that twink lord you were dancing with earlier, his grip around his wine tightened once again.

How you laughed with the bastard, not with him, how you would accidentally brush your arms with the bastard, how you were supposed to be sitting with him and not dancing and talking with the twink.

After a few more moments of painfully watching you interact with the bastard, he finally made his move and approached you, angrily.

"Ah, my prince" he can't help but smile at how his title slid off your tongue, of course he heard it everyday, but- it wasn't as good to hear as how you would address it to him.

"Having a fun time princess?" He gently held your hand as he kissed it, his eyes never leaving your face, as if you were a rare item to be won by him and not some stupid bastard twink who has a fake mustache on him.

"I did actually" hooking your hand around your uncle's arm you glanced back to the Lord. "Lord Carliell I'd like you to meet my uncle, Prince Aemond" your uncle, who was taken abacke by how tight your grip is on his sleeves, wore a smile.

"Nice to meet you Prince, you look dashing tonight" he bows as Aemond gave you a disgusted look. "Thank you for your time Lord Carliell, and princess?" He glances down to you with an expectant look.

"Would you care to dance?" He unhooks your arm around his and offers you his hand. "Why yes of course, it would give me great pleasure" bowing; he drags you just in time the music changes.

"Kirimvose syt se rescue jorrāelagon uncle" {Thanks for the rescue dear uncle} You almost snorted at how long Aemond has been looking at you ever since you interacted with the Lord.

You didn't fail to notice how his grip tightened around his wine glass, how his jaw clenches as you laughed with another man, how your head would've burned as his piercing glare never left you.

"Konīr issi sīr naenie lords se princes kesīr yn ao iderēptan nykeā olvie disgusting jurnegēre mēre" {There are so many Lords and Princes here but you chose a very disgusting looking one}

"nyke syt istin dōrī thought hen bona, nyke personally pendagon zȳhon pretty decent hae nykeā valzȳrys" {I for once never thought of that, I personally think his pretty decent as a husband} he tsks, his grip on your waist tightens, as a small smirk appeared on his face.

"hah, whatever aōha trying naejot gaomagon iksos daor going naejot mirre jorrāelagon niece, nyke've ēdan worse than bisa" {Hah, whatever your trying to do is not going to work dear niece, I've had worse than this}

"nyke daor planning mirros uncle, nyke simply trying naejot fulfill issa duties hae nykeā prince naejot issa muñnykeā se kepa" {I am not planning anything uncle, I am simply trying to fulfill my duties as a princess to my mother and father}.

"duties? Pār skori gōntan ao worry bē aōha duties hen marrying? Se kesīr nyke thought ao'd sagon raqagon aōha muñnykeā" {Duties? since when did you worry about your duties of marrying? And here I thought you'd be like your mother}

"Nyke dōrī vestretan nyke'd dīnagon zirȳla, maybe nyke'll iderēbagon another suitor naejot dīnagon" {I never said I'd marry him, maybe I'll choose another suitor to marry}

His smirk almost falters, as the song ends, he drags you out of the party and hurriedly walked through the hallways.

"And where are you going to be taking me uncle?" you chuckle, it appears you've set his beast out now.

After a few twists and turn, he finally stops but doesn't even glance or talk to you. His breathing was ragged, head hung low as he observes you.

"What's wrong uncle? I didn't think you'd get jealous ove-" before you could even finish your sentence he slams you on the wall leaving you trapped.

"Jealous? Never, but you forget your place niece, I am your uncle, second in line for the throne, person with the biggest dragon in Westeros, Know. Where. You. Stand" You roll your eyes, as if he's stopped you, but he definitely scared you for a moment there, his eyes were dark but gentle when looking at you, your wrists were still held by him, it will sure leave bruises tomorrow, but that's not your problem now.

"Uncle-" and once again, he cut you off by slamming his lips unto yours, despite the cold weather, his lips were soft and warm, he slides his tongue in your lips; eating your mouth like its candy.

You broke the contact for a second to catch your breath but he kissed you back, except this time, it was a more rougher kiss, his grip tightens around your wrists even more as you nudged his member which was showing as you two make out.