fire cannot kill a dragon

I am of the blood of Old Valyera. I AM the Dragon's daughter.

(You’d be more fun to miss) Than to be with

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“You understand what this means?” Rhaenyra asks. “As long as you fight for the greens, you will never be able to have her.”

“And would you let me have her?” Aemond asks, looking up at the black Queen. “I asked you to honour our betrothal and you refused.”

“She is already promised to another.”

“A promise that can be broken,” Aemond says, spitting the blood from his mouth once more. “Wed her to me and I shall bend the knee.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes widen in shock at his words.

“Or at least give her the choice,” Aemond spits, wiping his mouth. “Allow her to choose.”

“And you will kneel before me?”

aemma velaryon x aemond targaryen

“Education has a cost,” Aemond repeats. “My price is your pleasure.”

Aemma inhales sharply, ignoring the stampede in her belly and the fire that burns through her veins. There is a part of her that wishes to strip from her gown. That part wants to bare her body to the one-eyed prince. That part wants to feel his tongue between her thighs once more.

She swallows her desires away and wonders what price she’d pay to ride a dragon once more.

She wonders if her dignity is worth flying through the clouds again.

And she knows the answer.

Inhaling sharply, Aemma kneels before Aemond Targaryen, curses him with every ounce of her being and says, “Teach me to claim a dragon, uncle. My pleasure is yours.”

Aemond’s kindness is foreign. She doesn’t know what to make of it. Is it a fraud to get into her bed? Is it a ploy to get her to do their bidding? She doesn’t know.

His desire was not just desire, that she is sure. His heart is made of vengeance and fury, his blood burns hot with his hunger for blood. Aemond Targaryen may be only capable of feeling anger and pain, but what little humanity still resides in him belongs to Aemma Velaryon.

Take my sword. Take my heart. Take it all.

He promised her the world not so long ago and after weeks spent rotting away in the capital, Aemma is intent on holding him to his promise.

Arrax may be dead, but I can control another dragon.

Helaena’s words echo in her mind.

Men with desires start wars. They can them end them, too.”

Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.