Hunt Your Darlings- Part I
Aerion Targaryen x wife!reader - A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Synopsis: You had been wed to Aerion by force, so you pray to escape him. Nothing will stop you.
What you have yet to realise is that a dragon never loses. He will hunt and his obsession knows no bounds.
Warnings: possessiveness, unprotected s*x dark!mean!evil!Aerion, graphic abuse, violence, non con, s*icidal thoughts, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
A/N: WARNING DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. I REPEAT, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Aerion is deplorable here.Take the tags seriously.
Part I | Part II (to be continued)
Night after night you would pray to the Gods to kill you.
The first time you had spoken such a prayer was alone, in the Sept, hands clasped together, kneeling, constantly turning back to make sure you were alone. The prayer felt close to damnation. Damnation to yourself.
You did not require your death to be painless or swift. Neither did you plead for a death that would have you immortalised in the minds of those in Westeros. Remembrance was not your intention, the desire to fade into nothing, however,was. You simply wished for your life to end. Anything that could take you away from your husband.
The husband you had ignorantly married, in an extravagant dress with every noble house of Westeros to witness.The cheers and laughter of that day haunted you. Surely those laughs were to mock you.
You had learned after marriage that he was only Prince by name, monster by all other accounts. Courtesy of a group of maids who believed you to be too courteous to eavesdrop.
You rise from your bed again this morning, alive.
“The Gods must take pleasure in testing me,” you mutter, hoistening yourself off the bed, towards a grand mirror.
You sit in front of your dressing table- a wedding gift commissioned by your husband. The mahogany was carved with intricate little dragons, each scale you could trace with your hand.They even had sharp little teeth, each one prodding at your fingers.
You begin to dig your nail into a dragon’s face.
Scratching the table was a habit you had developed after marrying Aerion, you imagined the carved creatures as him- small mahogany dragons at the mercy of your hand.
The thought of him made the hair on your body stand.
Your mind recounted a dream from last night. Violet eyes and a face sculpted by the gods had transformed into a grotesque monster- a scaly, fire breathing one. You could not escape it.The nightmare always ended the same. You dead and him roaring. Even in sleep he would not leave you.
His very presence left your heart racing and breath haggard.
Not in the passionate ways one would imagine before being wed to a prince, but in ways in which the aftermath of every interaction left you broken.
Your naivety had led you to believe that an arranged marriage could blossom into one of love. You accept now that it was impossible.
You did not know why he was so cruel, or how his mind worked.You had given up in trying to understand him two moons ago, coming to the simple and obvious conclusion that he detested you.
You were taken back to one of the times he has mocked you in front of a noble lady. Surely if you both resided at the Red Keep it would be a common occurrence. Aerion Targaryen would miss no chance to mock you, to make you look small
He had spent the whole evening talking down to your family, calling you names and question what he ever saw in you.
“My father disapproved of you, perhaps he was right, it was much better for me to wed another.” He had said, goblet in hand, with an expression any one could decipher as distaste.
He had said that in front of a Lannister. That woman had held back a smile, clearly agreeing.You knew they all laughed behind your back. Everyone in court seemed to ridicule you one way or another. You would laugh at yourself if you had the ability to- your marriage was pathetic.
In fact, you did not know what he saw in you either. You hadn't ever been aware that he knew you or your family. Your house was only a minor one, responsible for land much smaller than a town. Most of the noble ladies were not even aware of your family’s existence before the announcement of his betrothal to you.
As a child you’d dreamt that one day you would be betrothed to a valiant knight, or perhaps a third son of some lord your father could sweet talk. Those were your paths. Aerion has changed your life. You detested him for it.
Your family has always kept their heads down. Private, quiet and responsible. Perhaps it was what they hated about themselves, now your father humiliates himself in front of other nobles- hoping to make alliances. You have not told him that they look down on him.You will not give sympathy to a man who sold you away.
You were a trapped woman. A helpless woman, enclosed in a large bedchamber where no one was permitted to visit nor look at you. Your chambers had no windows,no light. As the days past by, you had become more like a prisoner and less like a wife.
Only one maid was permitted in your cage. You had been told that she was forbidden to speak to you. No one in Summerhall dared to.
Her role consisted of styling your hair into tight braids that pulled at your scalp and putting you in extravagant dresses- black and red- which were too tight at the waist and ill fitting everywhere else. You were sure she did it on purpose, You were sure your husband had ordered her to. He would not allow you to be beautiful in front of others.
It enraged him when other men would look at you.Even his father. It angered him so much that you would be dragged to his bed and kept there all night-him inside of you and you whimpering in pain. Begging him to be gentle was no use, he would reply by thrusting harder.
Remembering your nights with him gave you chills, and your hands remained clenched at your sides as the maid entered into the chambers. Her lips displayed a small smile which you knew was a smirk. She never bothered to knock. You were too tired to care anymore. It had been three moons since your marriage to him, and you had come to the abrupt realisation that you hold no power in Summerhall.
Speaking to his brothers was not permitted.It was a shame, you were excited initially to have a large family.Growing up, it was only you and your brother, two children with nothing to do but play.
You missed those halcyon days. Your heart would swell at the memories of the life you used to have, the one you could have been living now. All of it was taken away by a man who called himself a dragon. A greedy man. One you would now wish dead.
The maid began combing your hair. She grabbed hard and you could feel pain at the crown of your head. The urge to slap her, to scream at her treatment of you was strong. But doing so would be futile. You had complained once to your husband.He called you weak.
You could do nothing but pity yourself. All you had was him and all you wanted to do was be rid of him. Aerion had a way of slowly chipping away at one's sanity and pride. Conversing with him felt like torment. Nothing you did pleased him.
You had tried to shape shift into countless women for him. You had played a dutiful wife, an obedient wife, an opinionated wife. He hated every version and all you received were strikes against your face and rough bedding.Many times, he would leave you bleeding in bed, with marks on your throat. You wondered if anyone knew how many scars you had scattered across your chest, from hands that dug into your breasts when he took you.
“My lady, please stand so I may dress you.”
You stood up obediently.She always put you in something hideous, too large at the sleeves and too itchy. The gowns given to you were garish and flamboyant. The one she held in her hand had misshapen rubies scattered over the skirt and ill-embroidered black lace near the neckline.You would have thought that marrying royalty would leave you with more luxurious clothes. You were more jealous of the maid’s attire than your own.
It was then when your husband entered, unannounced.
Your heart did not stop this time. Neither did it beat too quickly. Your mind seemed to have finally gained indifference and so you did not care anymore.
There were only a few ways your interactions with Aerion could go. You would either be berated, mocked, bedded or beaten.
This time you would pray that any strike to your face would be enough to kill you. Enough to leave you in the arms of a septa or silent sister, who could place your lifeless body into a casket, or onto wood to be burnt until you became ash. You could escape him then, parts of you lost in the breeze.
You had not felt the wind in your hair for so long.
“Leave me and my wife alone. Go.”
“Yes, my prince, ” the maid replied
It was then you noticed that her neckline was lower than you had ever seen it. She had rouge on her cheeks, and her hair was tied delicately, strand perfectly framing a heart shaped face. She resembled a lyseni rose.
She left quietly, but you noticed that she did not close the doors. Perhaps the wench would hide behind,to hear your conversation, to witness Aerion humiliate you.
Maybe she would spread rumours about you to other servants. A couple moons ago you would be horrified by the thought of it, afraid for your reputation. Now, you hope rumours would spread like fire. Maybe a marriage annulled. The humiliation would be worth it. With potential freedom, you would allow the insult and pain.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
You raised your head, eyes meeting his deep violent ones, enigmatic. Eyes you could get lost in.Ones you now drowned in.
His silver hair gleamed in the candlelight of your chambers. His jaw, tense face too carefully composed. Something dangerous lurked beneath.
You were playing with fire.
A pale hand reached for your chin and your body was guided to him. Your chest hit his hard one. He was solid against you, a body forged in the yard through steel and relentless training.
You were jealous of that strength,his hard muscle and ability to push you around. You should have agreed to your brother's demand to play knights when you were children. Unfortunately, you had always liked to play princess instead.
Your eyes avoided his gaze, you would not call out his name. It was foreign to you. You wanted him erased from your tongue and thought.
“Is there anything you need, my prince?” You asked, your voice betraying a hint of caution.
He brought his face closer to yours. You noticed a small scar on his forehead, maybe one gained from the rough and tumble of childhood. You could not imagine him as a child- he surely couldn't have been a glad one.
His breath was warm against your face- hovering near your lips.It made you squirm.
“The only thing I require of you, wife, is what you refuse to give me.”
Your brows furrowed, “I do not understand what you desire.”
It was then he threw you across the room. Violently. Your head hit the frame of your bed and your hands scared against the cold floor. Surely you had damaged your ankle too.
Pain flared as you hit the bedframe, the impact knocking the breath from you has you lay there, collapsed form.
You try to stay silent, but a moan of pain leaves your lips. Your scalp throbbed in pain and your heart hammered against your chest- pain radiating through you. Fear spiked your blood.
“Husband…” You croaked,tears threatening to spill from your eye, ”I don’t understand, what is it that you wa—”
Swiftly,you were hit with a kick against your stomach. You cried louder this time. A screech. Surely the maid could hear it. Surely your insides would bleed too.
You could not catch your breath in time for he kicked you again. Harder. His hard leather boot slamming against your stomach. Your body twisted in pain, your arm flailing trying to shield yourself as tears ran freely down your cheek.
Aerion kneeled down and grabbed your face harshly, forcing your eyes to meet his. He had fire in them, an uncontrollable chaotic fire that only you were victim to.
“Do you think I would not find out? That I would not know?” His voice was dangerously low, as he wiped a tear from your cheek. He pinched hard. Your face would scar.
“Please, I-I do not understand, husband. Please forgive my mistake” you pleaded, desperately.
He slammed your face against the frame of the bed, and you felt something warm and sticky rolling down your forehead. Gingerly, you place your hand to your head- you see crimson. Dizziness overtakes all sense of fear. The Gods really were listening, they were accepting your prayers.
Aerion strides to your dressing table, pushing the contents displayed there aside. Glass hit the floor-bottles of fragrance shattered. Rouge you never wore crushed under his boot,its silver buckle glinting in the light.
He grabbed open a drawer and threw it at you.
Somehow, you managed to dodge it. You prayed that it would not anger him.
Very quickly, your prayers grew twisted, you prayed that he would walk towards you and trip over the drawer. That his handsome face would lay broken on the floor and his legs broken. At least then you would not be the only topic of conversation at the court you hardly attended.
It was then you saw the contents of the draw scattered on the floor. It was then that you realised why he was doing this.
Your blood ran cold. Gods save me.
Littered across the floor were a mixture of herbs of various kinds. Common herbs and leaves. Tea leaves.
Your mind splintered. He knew. How did he know? How had he found out? How, how how how-
Suddenly, you felt your hair pulled, his cold fingers raking through your hair, his sickly gaze, crazed and hungry.
“My sweet, sweet wife…” he murmured, voice cold.
“Did you really think I would never find out? Do you really believe I do not watch every move you make?”
You did not have the strength to reply. He had discovered it. He had seen the moon tea. The tea you drank nightly to prevent a babe from growing in you. To halt life. To save yourself from carrying a mad man's offspring.
It must have been that wretched maid. She must have gone through your possessions.
Evil bitch. You thought. I curse you, I curse you for seven lifetimes!
“You dare reject the seed of a dragon, you disgusting whore,” he spat at you, venom evident in his words, “You will not escape your fate tonight, wife.”
Your fate.Your heart hammers against your chest.
You reply in tears and desperation , “No! Please no. I am not well, please I beg you not now I—”
He lifts you easily and throws you onto your bed.Blood would stain the whites of your sheets, just as it always has. That seemed to be your fate.
He grabs your half worn gown like a feral animal,ripping it off of you. You lay under him bare, fearful. Your breathing is heavy and mimics his own.
Aerion begins to stroke your face, forcing his fingers into your mouth, you choke.
You feel his hardness against your body, horror etches your face. The heat of his hands and the throbbing pain near your head leaves you weak, unable to fight. No choice but to accept.
His hand clasps yours tightly, the hold so strong it hurts you to move, he does not touch you with his fingers or kiss you gently. He bites. Nuzzled against your neck biting hard to draw blood as he unties his breeches.
You shake, trying to release yourself, trying to get yourself away from him, as always you fail.
He spreads your legs open by force,rubbing his cock against your entrance and enters you harshly. You are dry and he is hard. He begins to thrust,and more tears begin to pick at your eyes.
“Husband please I cannot, it hurts I — ” You call out.
He does not stop, his body rams into you again and again, the pain is worse than being thrown.
“You will call me by my name,” he demands, his thrusts do not stop and he increases his pace, one large hand now squeezing your breast, playing with your nipple. It hardens and you feel an uncontrollable sensation.His mouth leaving your throat and he begins to suck. Tongue warm and wet, circling your nipple.
You whimper in pain and something else, “Aerion please, I am sorry please just stop—”
He quickens his pace and then stops. His fingers reach for your clit and he begins to rub in circling motions, the pressure soft and then hard, soft then hard. You feel stomach warm, you want him to continue faster.
To your horror, you let out a moan.
You keep your eyes shut, facing away from him. This could not happen to you.You feel even warmer now, and sticky. Your clit begins to throb and your mind is drunk on his touch. You hated it, you hated how you began to jerk your hips forward towards him- desperate like a seasoned whore. Like you were not afraid of his seed.
“You’re starting to get wet y/n, you really are a little whore,” he whispers into your ear.
He begins to go in and out of you again, harder. This time you hear wet noises. His mouth meets your neck, sucking greedily.
The door was still open. Tears roll freely down your cheeks.
You hear him grunt and then stop. You feel hot liquid inside you. He had succeeded. He came faster today.
Aerion remains in you, violet eyes observing your form.
“I will not allow you to find release, wife. This is the start of your punishment.”
You did not take in anything he was saying, you were dizzy and tired and bleeding red. Your nipples were sore and your neck bruised. You could only be glad he had finished quickly this time. He did not allow that often. Most nights, he would bed you again and again or stop and start again. Endless torture.
“You will no longer be permitted your own chambers, you shall lay on my floor whilst I rest on my bed.”
Anger surged through you, you despised him. You could not bear him, you began seeing red, if it was anger or more blood you could no longer tell.
Aerion continued, “Your maid will bathe you, from tomorrow you are no longer permitted to stay alone.”
He shrugs his clothes back on, leaving you on the bed alone.
“Motherhood may be your saving grace, y/n, you should pray to the gods that my seed takes root or you will regret everything.” He murmurs, his thumb wiping the blood from your head. “I am sure your family do not want to lose the coin that we give them,” a ghost of a smirk graces his face and he takes leave, the door left wide open.
You do not say a word when the maid enters as if she never left. You stare at the wall lifelessly.
You could not live like this day after day. You could not stand to be bound to him.
It was a blessing you detested your parents for marrying you off to him like cattle. It was a blessing your brother had eloped with his commoner wife. There were no consequences for anything.
You would leave this damned place. You were sure of it.
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A/N: Okay guys that was my first time writing smut, it definitely was not romantic but that wasn't the aim in this chapter- I'd still really appreciate some advice if anyone has any! What do you think?
Also slight spoiler/ not really a spoiler - yeah she's gonna get pregnant lol, I need stakes okay!!!!! just letting you guys know for the people who don't wanna read about kids- this fic is gonna have a kid. I will not be describing child birth or that stuff- a little too much for me lol
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