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All of these are from Green Tides. I cringed myself out real bad picking these so y'all BETTER not laugh!! 😭

Your most romantic or sweetest writing (Ch 30)

He was so close now. She saw the laboured rise and fall of his chest, saw his composure falter for just a second, and then he was reaching out. She leapt into his arms with a force that nearly sent them both to the ground. Her arms locked around his neck, her face buried against the cold, hard steel of his gorget. ”Cordelia”, he rasped, so soft it made her want to cry. ”Careful… the armour is sharp.”

Your angstiest writing (Ch 29)

Chewing on a piece of loin, [Aemond] realised with some disquiet that he did not know her nearly as well as he wanted to. He did not know if she liked the taste of rabbit, or what she looked like when she was genuinely happy. He wondered if she could hunt. He doubted it — noblewomen rarely were taught the art. He thought it foolish. If he had daughters, he would have liked them to know how to protect themselves. The thought made him freeze. Daughters. There would be no daughters. 

Your most humorous (Ch 27)

”Be very, very careful”, Aemond said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pressed harder. ”A clever man such as yourself should know where to draw the line.” Torrhen’s face was turning red, a lone vein straining against his tanned skin, yet he was still smirking. Before Aemond had a chance to react, Torrhen jabbed his knee into Aemond’s groin, sending him staggering backward with a sharp grunt. 

I don't think there are any actually funny moments in GT, but this was fun to write lol! I wonder if this was the first time anyone ever kneed Aemond in the groin... certainly must have been an experience.

Your sexiest (Ch 33)

”You should eat something as well”, [Cordelia] said. She jabbed a fork into a slice of fig, bringing it to his lips. ”Here. Take a bite.” He glanced at the fork, his jaw ticking. ”You’re not fucking feeding me.” ”Just one bite.” She caressed his thigh. ”Please?” She saw the cracks in his mask. His muscles flexed beneath her palm, and then he gave the slightest nod. Satisfied, Cordelia leaned closer. He opened his mouth and bit. The fruit broke under the pressure, the reddish-pink flesh splintering. When he was finished, Cordelia jabbed the fork into another slice. It was clear he wanted to protest, but the slow stroke of her hand kept him quiet. He bit into the second piece. His teeth were white, his lips thin, almost feline-like. She found she could have watched him eat for hours and not have grown tired of the sight. When the plate was nearly empty, she set the fork aside, tilting her head. ”That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

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Your most romantic or sweetest writing

This is a bit from Astray and Beyond. Ah, Aemond and Drymilla, you two idiots in love...

‘Jorrāeliarzys,’ you whisper, his lips ever close. And his eye glimmers, as if entranced. You smile. ‘Or is it jorrāeliarzy?’ ‘A question of grammar and context,’ he says as you comb your fingers through his hair. Every second you are closing in on each other more and more, drawn in by the sheer magnetism between the two of you. ‘Maybe you should add High Valyrian to my schedule,’ you propose. ‘The day you would master my mother tongue,’ he insists, ‘is the day you have become too powerful.’ You giggle—so pleased you are, so happy—and he practically lunges at you. His mouth encompasses yours with boyish eagerness, but only for a moment. The kiss ends quickly as he whispers, ‘You make that sound again, right now.’ ‘If you wish to hear me laugh like a silly girl, Aemond,’ you reply, ‘You have to make me laugh like a silly girl.’

Your angstiest writing

This is a bit from Dreadful as the Dawn.

She is nothing. But for others she can be something, if only for a moment. A person to blame, a person to run to when homesick, a person to rip apart and puzzle back together. She can be that. If only for a bit. She turns to look at Drenace’s swollen, red face and takes hold of her clammy hands. The words she speaks next, are the most sacred she has uttered in her whole life, ‘I swear on the eight moons, Drenace, my dearest sister, I will care for Lanna.’

Your most humorous

I am so bad at writing funny scenes, but this snippet of Astray and Beyond may make some of you snort?

‘Garin is a perfectly good boy,’ you snap. ‘The only reason he is—I suppose he smelled the dragon off of you, your highness.’ At these words Aemond freezes. Then the turns back to you, jaw clenched. ‘Only a fool would jump at the smell of a dragon.’ You raise your head. ‘I said that Garin is a good boy, I did not say he is the smartest lad in the dog house.’

Your sexiest

What a question to ask an asexual woman! Anyway, maybe this bit from Egyptian Summer?

‘And yet, I have been lonely and neglected, Caesar.’ You pause in the doorway. No matter that mere paces away the banquet has already degenerated into near debauchery, all you have eyes for is him—and he for you. He is gnawing at his lip, the deep brown of his irises almost swallowing up his pupils. He looks at you as if he wants to devour you whole. And you are of half a mind to allow him the pleasure. ‘A worrisome state of affairs,’ he says lowly. You lean in just a bit, guiding his hand to the naked skin of the valley between your breasts. ‘Will you do something about it, Augustus?’ ‘I think… I will.’ ‘I am pleased to hear it.’

Aemond Targaryen

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character (Cordelia Manderly)

Summary | When Prince Aemond Targaryen arrives in White Harbor to secure an alliance with House Manderly, Lady Cordelia's fate is sealed. Guided by an ambitious father and a brother who see her as a means to settle old scores with the Starks, she is bound to a man she fears and drawn into a war that threatens to tear the realm apart.

Status | Ongoing (updates every 2–3 weeks)

Predicted chapter count | 70

Predicted word count | +400k

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Meanwhile, muddy roads and rainstorms slowed the pace of Aemond’s advance, for his host was made up largely of foot, with a long baggage train. After nineteen days on the march, they reached Harrenhal…and found the castle gates open, with Prince Daemon and all his people gone. – Fire and Blood