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Jacaerys Velaryon
When the war broke out and Jace was sent to Winterfell by his mother to draw the Starkâs support to their side, he wasnât expecting to fall in love with Cregan Starkâs younger sister.
He had gone to Winterfell on business alone and was more than aware that he was betrothed but it had all seemed irrelevant when he met the younger Stark. He had only been in the freezing castle of Winterfell for two days before an affair started. When it was time for him to leave, he begged his lover to come with him and be his bride. She had only smiled at him sadly and gave him one last kiss before she declined and wished him fair well.
It was the last time that he saw her. After they had won the war, and his mother sat on the throne, he received no news of Cregan Starkâs sister. Eventually, he let go of his foolish dream of being with the northern woman and marrying his betrothed. His marriage to Baela was a union filled with respect and love that grew over time. He was grateful to be married to such a woman and eventually found that he didnât think about his lost love as much as he once did.
That was, of course, until his mother announced that Cregan Stark and his family would be coming to Kingâs Landing to celebrate the five years of peace after the war. Jaceâs mind had not calmed until he was standing outside of the Red Keep, alongside his mother, to greet his old friend. He watched as several carriages rolled along. Cregan emerged from the first one, holding out a hand for his Lady wife to step out. After her foot hit the ground, several of the children that must have been Creganâs started to pile out of the carriage. The youngest looking to be no more than two years. He greeted his friend and his wife, as well as their children when the second carriage finally stopped.
This time a large, burly man stepped out of the carriage and held his hand out the same way Cregan had done for his wife. Jace took in everything about the other man and when he saw a crest with a bear on his chest, he knew this was Lord Mormont. Before he could question why Lord Mormont was here when his mother specifically said that it was the Starks that was coming, a woman that he hadnât seen in years stepped out of the carriage. She was still as beautiful as when he met her only this time, she cradled her swollen stomach as she helped her two sons out of the carriage. Jace swallowed his disappointment, hoping that she had remained unwed. He smiled and politely greeted Lord Mormont. When, the now, Lady Mormont appeared before him with her sons he knew his smile turned softer and the way he took her hand and kissed it was much too familiar. She smiled politely back but turned away at the soonest possible second. Knowing heâd be unable to demand her attention as they all entered the castle, he looked at her sons. Both with unruly hair and giant smiles. They looked close to the same age but he could tell that the one with the slightly more puggish nose was older, perhaps five years of age.
As the days pass, he barely sees the woman who his mind rarely strays from. He chats with Cregan and plays with his friendâs children. He gets to know Lord Mormont and canât tell if itâs better or worse that he seems to be a good man. Itâs only at the feast and when he goes to the training yard that he sees Lady Mormont. She watches her sons play with wooden swords and swat at passing Queens Guards with a soft smile. When her eldest manages to trip one up she chuckles and Jace decides to leave her in peace, knowing heâd only ruin the moment for her.
The day before they are meant to leave is the day that she finally speaks to him. Well, itâs not so much as to him but as to everyone that is standing around. She had run into the throne room frantically telling everyone how she couldnât find her eldest. How she had planned on putting them to sleep but only found her youngest. She had searched everywhere she could think of before she decided he was missing and thought it best to inform her family and the Queen.
No one wasted any time trying to find the young boy. Jace found himself outside, looking in the small hiding places in the training yard he used to hide in when he was a child. When that wielded no results his eyes snagged on the dragon pit and his heart sank. What little boy wouldnât want to see dragons before he left? He remembered the boy chattering on at the feast about how he made his mother read almost every book on dragons that they had to him.
Jace had never moved so quickly before and found himself at the dragon pit in record time. He couldnât find any of the dragon handlers but he refused to turn away in case the young boy was down by the dragons. He called his name and got no response.
With dread creeping up his throat, he made his way further into the caverns where the dragons resided. He Vermax and gave him a pat on the snout before continuing further. He stopped when he finally saw the young boy. Jace said a quick thank you to all of the gods that he could think of when he saw that he was alive and standing and not a pile of ashes on the ground. He strode over to him quickly but stopped short when he saw him climb atop a young dragon named Valaxon. She was approximately the size of a fully grown horse but Jace had seen her with the other dragons and with the handlers. She was a rough dragon, which came as no surprise because she came from a clutch of Moondancerâs eggs.
When he saw that the young dragon wasnât planning on eating the northern boy, Jace stopped and stared. The dragon practically preened under the boy's attention and for the first time since the Starks and Mormonts arrived, Jace truly took in the boy. He remembered thinking how he must have been no more than five years of age, at first he brushed that little thought off and thought that his old love had moved on from him quickly after he left. His age and the fact that he clearly bonded with a dragon were proof enough for Jace now. He tried not to let the boy see the tears in his eyes as he approached him. He couldnât very well explain to a child that his mother must have known that she was with child when he left and chose not to tell him of the life that they had created.
He tried not to think of the years he missed with his child and his old lover when the boy beamed at him from atop a dragon.
Aegon II Targaryen
When it was announced that The Lady of House Wylde would be joining her husband in Kingâs Landing after they had won the war, Aegon had thought little of it. He knew only a little of Master of Laws personal life. He knew that he had four wives at some point and that one remained. He also was aware that he had sided over twenty children with said wives. He had no idea how many he had with the current Lady of House Wylde but he hoped it wasnât many. He didnât want several children running about the Red Keep.
The Lady and five young children arrive a few days later. As the King, he goes to greet his Master of Laws wife and the Lady of House Wylde when her carriage stops. After her children pile out of the carriage, she finally steps out. Aegon is taken aback by the noblewoman. Sheâs stunning, much too beautiful for Jasper Wylde. When he goes to greet him, she curtsies before him and he notices her red cheeks when she raises her head. Only when he meets her eyes does he remember his small tour of the Stormlands as a prince and his dalliance with the Lady of the Rain House. She was young, as was he, and already married to Lord Wylde with a son and daughter. Every night he had been there, they snuck away and enjoyed each other.
When it was time to move on with the tour and away from House Wylde, he hadnât thought about his brief dalliance afterward. After all, he had slept with many women. Whores and noblewomen alike and on his tour of the realm she most certainly was not the only Lady he had fucked.
The trance she is in, and the stare she had focused on the king was broken when her children broke into a little scuffle over who was to greet the king first. She mumbled her apologies as her husband lined up his children and introduced them to him in order of age. Aegon fleetingly remembered the eldest two, but they had grown so much in the few short years that he had difficulty placing their names without help. The third was born sometime after he had visited them and his Master of Laws said that it only seemed right to name his third child and second son after the future king. Little Aegon could barely meet his eyes as he bowed and mumbled a greeting. Unlike the other children who took heavily after their father, he resembled his mother.
When the greetings were over, Lord Wylde had told Aegon that he would see his wife and children to their chambers and then he would meet him at the small council. Aegon had nodded noncommittally as he watched the Wylde brood walk off, his eyes lingering on the Lady and the third child. The timing lined up well enough, but if that child was his, he had no clue. There was no resemblance and the Lady had given no indication that he was his. Aegon supposed it didnât matter much, he had many bastards wandering throughout the city and most likely the Realm. If he was honest, many of the children that ran about the Red Keep could possibly be his bastards so he saw no reason why he would think anything of this Wylde child potentially being another.
The presence of Lady Wylde and her children hadnât made much of a wave throughout the Red Keep. She had befriended many Ladies of the Court, and his sister-wife, Helaena had taken to the Lady quickly; they were inseparable as were their children. Her two eldest children quickly became friends with his daughter and were often seen running about together. The three youngest were always with their mother, who in turn tended to be with Helaena and his youngest son, Maelor. Aegon had tried not to let his gaze linger on the beautiful Lady. It wouldnât do well to fuck the Master of Laws wife, but the more she was around the more he remembered their brief dalliance. He remembered fucking her roughly in dark hallways and covering her mouth to hide her gorgeous moans. At night, he let his mind wander to those nights they shared and he often found himself fisting his cock at the remembrance of her wet cunt and the way it squeezed him.
His motherâs words had painted a certain picture so when he finally entered the nursery to see Helaena, Lady Wylde, a crying Maelor and Lady Wyldeâs third child, little Aegon as Lord Wylde called him, holding a vividly green dragon hatchling with the cracked egg on the ground, he was surprised, to say the least. Aegon realized what happened immediately. The egg that was placed in little Maelorâs crib in hopes that the dragon inside would bond with him had finally hatched and instead bonded with Lady Wyldeâs son. It doesnât take long for Aegon to come to the conclusion that the children must truly be his because without Targaryen blood the child never would have been able to bond with a dragon.
His sudden laughter filled the room and startled everyone. Of all his bastards, never had one claimed a dragon. He looked over at his ex-mistress and saw the horrified look on her face at what this all meant. Perhaps she had only the smallest inkling that her child could have been his, after all the little boy didnât resemble him in any way. This news would spread fast and her husband would be bound to find out sooner rather than later. He clamped his hand on the small boy's shoulder and congratulated him, the boy only nodded as the small dragon climbed up his arm and settled on his other shoulder, chirping happily. Aegon looked over at Lady Wylde and smiled charmingly before saying, âIâll talk to your husband. There is no need to worry.â
The Lady visibly swallowed and whispered a thank you before Aegon led the smaller Aegon out of the room, intending to bring him to the dragon pit. It wouldnât be hard to convince Lord Wylde to let the little boy stay in Kingâs Landing after this. Perhaps he could sway him into letting the Lady remain with her son. His sly smile overcame his face at the thought of resuming his affair with the woman as their child learned about bonding with a dragon.
Aemond Targaryen
Aemond knew that when he took Harrenhal it was his right to take any of the women to his bed as a prize. Truthfully, he had considered it but then his eyes landed on her. While some of the women looked at him with disgust or fear for taking their home, she looked at him with her nose turned upward and a hard look in her eyes that drew him towards her. What he had with her for those few weeks probably wouldnât have been considered an affair. He spent his meals with her and found time every day to talk or walk with her and despite the fact that he aches for her, he didnât take her to his bed until a week before he left to go back to Kingâs Landing.
He hadnât forgotten her in the years that passed. When he married the youngest Baratheon daughter for an alliance, he thought of the woman at Harrenhal. When he bedded his new wife, he pictured another woman beneath him and the way she moaned as he had taken her. How she wrapped her legs around his waist and how she stroked his scar. His wife hadnât done any of that. She lay underneath him and refused to look at him. He saw the same slight disgust in her eyes when it came to his scar. She didnât cling to him and he fucked her and when he spilled inside of her she hadnât whispered how she hoped his seed would take root in her womb, but instead rolled off the bed and pulled on her nightgown and left.
As the years passed, Aemond got used to his loveless marriage. His wife had never grown to love him and he never grew to love her but he loved the children that his loveless marriage wielded. He spent the most time with them, their mother often found herself spending time with the women in court or going to her place of birth. She barely glanced at her silver-haired children after they were old enough to be away from her.
In the quiet moments in his life, he often found his mind wandering to Harrenhal and the woman he had grown to love within those walls. He missed how he could laugh freely with her and how she looked at him, truly looked at him, and didnât see the prince who rode the largest dragon or the scarred and disfigured kinslayer but only saw him, Aemond Targaryen. He would often get hard at the thought of her in their last moments together. Most of the time he would close his eyes and fist his cock and imagine it was her that was doing it but there were times that it wasnât enough, and those were the nights that he found his wife in her chambers. They didnât speak as he rutted into her and he wondered if she thought of someone else as he did. Usually, these moments would result in a babe down the line. He currently had seven children from his Baratheon wife. His eldest was seven years of age, born just before the war ended. He was a quiet boy who preferred the company of his dragon. His second eldest was a little girl, only a year younger than her brother, she was always in the dirt looking for insects for her beloved aunt.
He was lost in his thoughts about his children when his brother made a small announcement. His wife nudged his side and he blinked back to reality and looked at his brother, his king (he thought with disgust if it wasnât for him that crown wouldnât be on his head), as he told the few family members at the table that new knights were being brought to the Red Keep to join the Kingsguard. Aemond made no acknowledgment until his daughter of five years tugged on his arm excitedly and began talking nonstop about what her elder sister told her about knights. He listened, his entire attention on her, as his wife conversed with his mother.
Aemond went with his mother and princess Jaehaera to examine the potential knights for the Kingsguard. When it was one manâs turn, Aemond looked him over intensely. He could have sworn that he had heard the House that he belonged to before but he couldnât place it. He also looked familiar but Aemond was sure that he had never met the man before in his life. Eventually, he was one of the knights chosen to join the Kingsguard and on top of that, he was sworn to his sister, Queen Helaena.
As he strode down the corridors of the Red Keep, planning on going to his chambers, he saw his daughter running at full speed. He thought that she was running to him and he opened his arms wide for her to jump into but instead she ducked under him and crashed into a girl he had never seen. The young girls were giggling on the floor when a woman came around the corner, the other girl's mother probably. It wasnât until the children were standing up that she turned her gaze to Aemond. He felt frozen to the spot when their eyes met. It was her. The woman from all those years ago. The woman who proved he could be loved. She smiled fondly at him and without saying a word she turned and the two girls followed after her.
When he was back in his chambers he let his mind wander to her and the little girl that must have been hers. The child looked so much like her and she looked at the child so fondly that no one would miss the maternal nature of it. The little girl was probably a little older than his eldest and was clearly friends with his eldest daughter.
It clicked then. The knight from earlier must have been her brother. He remembered her talking about a brother who was off fighting for the greens during the war and had aspirations of becoming a knight. Perhaps she was visiting him in the capital.
He decided he would find out the next day. He would invite her to tea with him in the gardens and âcatch upâ. He wanted to ask why she never sent word after he left, he wanted to ask about her daughter and if she had a husband. He wanted to know everything about her.
The next day, he joined his mother and sister for tea in the gardens. They always asked him to join and he rarely took them up on the offer but today she was with them and he had no idea how he could say no. She smiled at him as he sat with them and rarely took her eyes off of him as the time passed. He asked her about her daughter, who he learned was only a little older than his eldest son. He asked about her husband. The question made her pause and look down into her cup. Her smile dropped slowly as she said he was a good man and provided for their little family. After that he questioned her no more on her family.
Instead, he mentioned how it seemed that his children, Jaehaera, and her daughter seemed as thick as thieves. All the women giggled at that and it was Helaena who told him that the girls went to the dragon pit. They were insistent on showing their new friend their dragons. As if the girls heard their parents talking about them, several dragons appeared in the sky. He saw Morghul, Xurmag, and Dallas in the sky. Clearly being ridden by the young princess but following them was a bigger dragon. He squinted up and saw that it was Silverwing, who was unclaimed since the war. When the dragons descended in front of the adults, the girls scrambled off with shrieks of laughter.
When Silverwing landed it was the daughter of his ex love that climb off. She looked frazzled but excited. He felt his mothers and sisters gaze on him as he watched the young girl walk over to her mother. He finally looked up at the woman who was already staring at him. The truth didnât need to be spoken aloud. They all knew it. Perhaps, though, with this new information he could persuade her to stay in Kingâs Landing, or better, he could take his children and their dragons and they could go to Harrenhal. Where it all started.
Daemon Targaryen
Many of the dragon riders thought little of the dragon handlers. Daemon, while he looked down upon many, he didnât look down on the man who took care of his beloved dragon. No one else was suited for the job but this specific dragon handler so he became close with him and his family. Meeting his wife and two children. His son had already married some commoner and was training to be a dragon handler himself when Daemon first came around.
His daughter on the other hand was a different matter entirely. She was gorgeous and fierce, and if Daemon hadnât met her parents already he would have thought she was born from a dragon. It didnât take long for the two of them to fall together. The first time he had taken her had been in the cavern in which Caraxes was held. Her father had been away and their desire for each other had reached a boiling point. Quickly he turned her around and shoved her against the wall and slipped his cock inside of her. Neither cared that a dragon was only a few feet away, all they cared about was each other at that moment.
Their brief tryst had stopped abruptly when his brother exiled him after the death of the Queen and his son. He should have seen it coming, truthfully, but it still hurt all the same. He had tried to convince his lover to come with him into exile but she refused to leave her father behind. Daemon had been close to just tossing her onto Caraxes and flying off but he couldnât drag her down with him, so he left without saying goodbye.
When he returned from the Step Stones four years later he had hoped to see her again but he hadnât. For the brief time he was at the dragon pit he had asked after her and all the information he received was that she married a kind and strong man whilst he was away. Daemon refused to let jealousy fester inside of him as he took off again. This time to Pentos.
Several years had passed since he had last seen her. Enough time for him to not think about her and at times forget about her. They had good times, he wasnât denying that, but they had both married since then, and in his case, heâd been widowed twice and remarried again. When he finally came back to Kingâs Landing, it had been close to fourteen years since he last saw her. He tried to act nonchalant as he slid off of his dragon and let her father and several other dragon handlers deal with Caraxes.
He watches the dragon handlers for a moment before he decides to go and talk with his old lover. Still as beautiful as the day he had met her, he think with a smile. As he takes a step towards her, though, he hears a shout from what sounds like a little girl. Heâs ready to ignore it but she snaps her head in the direction of the dragon pit with worry in her eyes. Itâs not until she hears giggling that her face relaxes.
Daemon finally makes his way over to her. She stiffens at his close proximity but doesnât move away. He hadnât thought about what he wanted to say to her, he only knew he wanted to be close to her one last time. Finally, he asks who the screaming had come from and reluctantly she told him it was her daughter. When she came to visit her father at the dragon pit, her daughter often liked to join them.
âIsnât that rather dangerous,â Daemon mussed as Caraxes was finally corralled into the pit. When he looked back at his ex-lover he waited for a reply but only found a sly smirk on her face instead.
Only a few moments after he had asked his question, a girl barely a teenager came out of the entrance of the pit on the back of a blood-red dragon. It wasnât fully grown but it definitely wasnât a baby. She rode it like a horse as she waved down at her mother. From the looks of it, it wasnât her first time being atop this dragon.
Daemon watched in awe as his old lover's daughter took flight on a dragon. He supposed that he could have left her with child before he left but other than the brief fleeting thought, he hadnât thought much of it. Now, though, seeing what clearly must have been his daughter soaring through the skies on a dragon that resembled Meleys, he couldnât deny that not only did he have a daughter with his old lover, but a dragon rider as well.
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listen, I am but a simple duck, if you feed me I'll just FEAST on those crumbs and you can bet your ass I'll come back to that pond for some additional bread crumb feasting
Here || Aemond swears that he wonât take your maidenhood before you are wed. That doesnât tamper his desires for his betrothed and eventually, he comes up with a solution that will bring both of you pleasure. The best thing about it: He keeps his promise and you keep your maidenhood.
Here || Aemondâs jealousy is well-known around the Red Keep. Sometimes he can walk away or send a threatening glance at some man that thinks he can look at his wife for too long. Itâs on the days when his wife plays along with the flirting men to get under her dear husbandâs skin that he canât control himself. He practically drags her to their shared chambers and shows her that sheâs his and only his.
Here || Aemond loves a nice, quick and rough fuck but nothing can beat the feeling of slipping inside of you slowly and hearing you moan. He knows you can feel every vein and throb of his cock as he thrusts almost painfully slow.
Here || Once you and Aemond decide it is time to start having children, nothing will stop him from claiming you every night until you are with child. His thrusts and grunts as he fucks you are animalistic and you canât do anything but spread your legs for the man and moan as he takes you.
Here || Even when your husband says you can take control tonight, his hands still find their way to your ass as he begins to guide you up and down on his cock. It becomes clear immediately that you may be on top, but Aemond is in control.
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I was gonna keep them closed until I had everything in my drafts posted but because itâs the holiday season I thought Iâd open them until Christmas and then close requests.
(Ask box is always opening to talk about characters and stuff though!)
Can you PLEASE do a part 2 of Aegon ii with a commoner lover. Maybe where she starts to swell with his bastard after the many times he's spilled his seed in her.
I honestly kind of want to write more about these two but I donât want to write an entire fic because I know I wonât finish it.
Pt.1
Aegon isnât one to notice things on his own. Heâs oblivious, something his family likes to point out to him at every turn. So it takes them asking why he has stopped visiting the brothels in the City and laid off on getting drunk and veiling them as off-handed comments for him to even realize that his darling in the City has had such an influence on him.
He doesnât tell any of his family members why he has started to work on getting rid of his bad habits. He wants his darling to remain a secret from them and after all, he really doesnât think itâs any of their business.
Aegon obviously still sneaks out of the Red Keep every night. There isnât a day that goes by that he doesnât ache to see his darling and now that he no longer reeks of alcohol or whores, she no longer sends him away.
He practically lives in her small home and no one really notices. Itâs not like heâs Aemond, his motherâs favorite, or Helaena, the only girl amongst several brothers. Aegon disappearing for hours and even days at a time is overlooked immediately, and he knows this and takes advantage of it.
He doesnât just go to his darlingâs home for sex. Often, theyâll just bask in each otherâs company or explore the City together. However, they fall into bed together quite often and Aegon never thinks twice about releasing his seed inside of her. He had done so many times with other women and never heard from them again. He never knew if they drank moon tea or had his bastard. Truthfully, he didnât care.
Itâs this ignorance and obliviousness that makes him not even think of his darling ever swelling with his child. After so many nights visiting her, he had just assumed that perhaps she was either barren or drinking moon tea. He hadnât asked, but itâs on a night like any other when he slips into her home late a night and is met with an apple hurtling toward him.
He blinks in surprise and looks at the apple stunned before looking at his darling. Sheâs red in the cheeks and breathing heavily. For a moment he feels as though a dragon is staring him down. Itâs not the first time that he wonders if perhaps there was a bastard Targaryen in her family tree because if anyone had the blood of the dragon, it was the woman standing in front of him, ready to throw more fruit at him.
He raises his hands in the air slowly, as though he were about to approach a wild animal, and asks her why she seems insistent on knocking his head off with apples. Finally fixes him with her most terrifying glare and growls, âIâm carrying your child.â
Aegon stands there dumbfounded for a moment until another apple comes hurtling his way. It hits him square in the chest making him let out a humph. Knocked out of his daze he finally smiles at her news. He knew he had other children but his other bastards were conceived in a lustful or drunken haze. His children with Helaena were born of duty but he found it difficult to be around them without his mother hovering around heavily implying that he needed to be a better husband. Now that his youngest, Maelor could walk, his grandsire had started to tell (not suggest or imply anything, like his mother) him that he needed to perform his husbandly duties again. They had just made it so hard for him to be around his children without him feeling inadequate.
This child, though, with his fierce darling, was conceived entirely out of love and without obligation. He couldnât understand why he was being assaulted with apples when this was clearly good news. When he asked her if she didnât want the babe she looked ready to throw another apple. Aegon quickly strode over to her and held her arms gently, stroking the inside of her wrists with his thumbs as she finally looked at him and spoke, âof course, I want this child, my love, but look around you. This is no place to raise one and few people are kind to bastards.â
Aegon takes in her words and looks around the small home where he had made a safe haven. Several of the boards are loose, and there are holes in the roof that so when it rains you still get wet even when inside and the people that walk by at night are often drunk and get into violent fights. Aegon understands why she doesnât believe this place is suitable to raise a child but heâd rather raise them here than in the Red Keep.
He wraps his arms around her and whispers reassurances in her ear. She had been the one to hold him up when he was at his lowest. Not taking any of his shit but still making sure that he was okay. The least he could do for her was holding her when she was afraid. When she sinks into his chest after her anger has dissipated, Aegon looks around again and swears to himself that their child will have a good life. After all, he is a Prince, he should be able to take care of the person he loves and their child together.
When Aegon returns to the Red Keep early the next morning, he canât shake the feeling of someone watching him. The castle had eyes, he knows this, he was always being watched and he could usually push the feeling out of his mind but now if the wrong spy catches him sneaking out and to his love in the City, her safety is on the line because he knows his grandsire well enough, to know that he would get rid of any obstacle thatâs in the way of Aegon becoming King.
Instead of every other night, he now slips out of the castle every night. He also begins to put together little bags of coins and brings them with him. At first, his love had declined to take it, and when he pointed out that they would need money to raise their child and leave or repair this home she had agreed. She is still wary about hiding the coins and expensive trinkets that Aegon brings to her in her home, after all, she lives in Kingâs Landing and the City is ripe with thieves.
Aegon knew all of this, he told her, but if one of the servants that cleaned his rooms noticed him starting to stock up coins and things of value, theyâd immediately tell his grandsire and heâd put a stop to Aegon ever seeing her again.
She hadnât understood why it was such a problem and Aegon was hesitant to tell her. She was carrying his babe, he didnât want to frighten her with the knowledge that her grandsire would likely have her and the babe killed if he found out about her. So instead, he smiled tightly at her and asked her to just please indulge his paranoia.
By the time she is visibly swollen with the babe, they begin to start thinking of ways for Aegon to be able to raise his child. His sneaking out of the castle and staying in his lover's home for several hours a day was good when it was just the two of them but that just wouldnât work soon.
They both draw blanks until one night they lay tangled together in the small bed whispering about dreams they had as a child. Aegon has his hand on her swollen stomach as she tells him about how she wanted to be a performer when she was younger and travel with them throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
Aegon tells her how he was content with his life until his father began to grow more and more ill and his mother became more paranoid. He tells her how his mother had married him to his sister (when she points out that she already knew this because heâs the prince, he just hushes her with a playful smile and continues with his story) despite the fact that she not only despises the Targaryen customs but finds them disgusting. He tells her how he thinks his marriage is another reason his mother looks at him with disgust, despite it being her doing.
After years of trying to perform his duty for his family, he had finally given up and began dreaming of sailing away. Essos, he says, or perhaps Volantis like Jaehaerysâs daughter, Saera.
Itâs quiet after his confession. He starts to think that his love has fallen asleep but a few seconds later she whispers, âthatâs it.â
He turns to look at her, his eyebrows scrunched up with confusion. Since his seed took root in her womb and started to grow, she had been having more and more conversations with herself and expecting Aegon to know what she was talking about. He found it amusing.
When she saw his look of confusion she rolled her eyes at him and says, âEssos. Aegon, we should sail to Essos, we have enough coins for the voyage and I have no prospects here and you donât want to be a prince. We could start over with our child in Essos.â
With their new idea, they begin to set it in motion. They canât afford to wait much longer because his love is getting closer and closer to giving birth and heâs afraid of what would happen if she went into labor on the ship.
So while heâs in the castle, making sure that servants and guards and all of the other people who live in the Red Keep see him so that suspicion isnât raised, his love is down at the docks attempting to buy them passage to Essos.
Itâs the night that she tells him that she has secured them passage on the next ship to Essos that heâs finally caught.
The night goes normally. He spends his time at her home and they celebrate finally being able to leave Kingâs Landing. They find their way to the mattress and after theyâre both sweaty and spent, Aegon starts to talk to the babe. Heâs certain that they can hear him because every time he does this they kick in response.
He doesnât know what time he leaves but itâs late. The City that is so often loud and busy is asleep. Thatâs why Aegon is caught off guard when heâs dragged into a dark alley and pushed hard against the stone wall.
He blinks in surprise and laughter of disbelief escapes him when he can finally make Aemondâs face out in the dark.
Heâs hauled back to the castle by the scruff of the neck. Itâs only before they enter through a secret passageway that Aegon is finally able to ask how Aemond found him and why.
âOur grandsire has noticed your sudden lack of interest in whores and wine,â Aemond grumbles as he tries to wrestle an uncooperative Aegon inside. âHeâs also aware that you have been sneaking out of the castle and he wants to know where youâre going.â
Aegon tried not to look too relieved when he realized from Aemondâs words that their grandsire had no idea where and whom he had been seeing. His lover and their unborn babe were safe for now.
The. It dawns on him. Aemond knows about her. He grabbed him just near her house and Aemond is ever the dutiful grandson.
âAemond, Iâm begging you,â Aegon starts as heâs dragged up the stairs. Aemond huffs a small laugh at the desperation in his brother's voice. âDonât tell anyone about her.â
Aemond doesnât say anything until they're at Aegonâs chambers. He throws his brother in and looks at him unamused, âthat poor girl has to give birth to your child. Iâd say thatâs punishment enough without setting out grandsire on her trail.â
Several days pass and the only thought that can calm him down is knowing that sheâs not in danger. It doesnât stop his thoughts from spiraling, though. He hasnât been able to sneak away for days and ever since he found out that she was with child, he has been with her every day. What if she thinks heâs deserted her and their babe.
Their babe. Sheâs so close to giving birth. He was afraid that sheâd end up going into labor on the ship but the babe could come early. She could have already of had the child and he wouldnât have been there like he reassured her he would be.
He supposes that he can find solace in knowing that she still can board the ship heading to Essos even if he never manages to sneak away from the eyes of the castle and make his way back to her.
Itâs three days until they are supposed to get on the ship that will lead them to a life of freedom Aegon is finally able to get past the guards at his door and avoid the all-too-knowing eyes of the servants. He hurries down to the city, practically running the whole way, afraid that heâll be dragged back before he can see his darling again.
When he stops in front of the doorway to her home, he pauses. What if she doesnât want to see him anymore? He swore to her heâd be there for her every day and now heâs broken that oath.
Itâs only when he hears the sounds of a babe crying that he forces himself to enter the small home. His eyes land first on his love, her hair is undone and flowing down her back and she paces the room of her home. Sheâs humming and when Aegon looks down he sees her holding a very small bundle in her arms.
She had given birth while he was gone. His heart aches at the thought that he wasnât there for their childâs first cries.
His love looks up at him and instead of sending a glare his way, she only smiles softly at him and silently tells him to come over. He does as she wishes and soon his eyes find his childâs. Their large and lilac just like his but they have their motherâs hair and he smiles as he strokes the soft tufts.
âI think we should name her Saera,â his love finally says and Aegon finally looks back up at her. âLike her ancestor, who was able to make it out of here and make a life away from here.â
Aegon can only nod. He canât recall ever feeling this happy. When his twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys were born, he thought that maybe heâd feel some sort of happiness but before he could even enter the rooms after Helaena had just given birth, it was made abundantly clear that more than anything, these children would be Helaenaâs. Aegon was to have nothing to do with them because his sister needed some type of happiness in her life and her children would be it.
This child, Saera, was his and his darlings, though. Looking down at his yawning daughterâs face he knows that heâd do anything for her.
Itâs the day that they are supposed to board the ship to take them away from here and to Essos that he finally spots Aemond watching him in the crowd of people. Most people brushed by the second prince without realizing who he is, but Aegon could find his brother in a heartbeat.
Aemond doesnât say anything, he only watches as Aegon helps his love and his daughter climb aboard. If Aegon had to hazard a guess, heâs d guess that Aemond has been keeping an eye on him since he snuck out of the Red Keep again. He doesnât want to think why he didnât drag him back or confront him. He doesnât want what could possibly be the last time he sees his younger brother to be clouded in negative emotions.
When they are on board and the ship pulls away from the dock, Aegon still hasnât looked away from Aemond.
For the first time since he saw him, Aemond smiles slightly and flicks his eye up to the sky. Aegon follows and a wide smile spreads across his face. That was what Aemond had been up to it seems.
Sunfyre, golden and beautiful, flew above the waters and followed the ship as it started to sail away.
This was honestly supposed to be one part but I think I have a problem with saying no to people lol.
Pt. 1 || Pt. 2
Tw: mentions of previous assault
Aemond doesnât think much about that night with his niece after it happens. Of course, he had an extra pep in his step when he pulled on his breeches the next morning and looked down at his sleeping niece. She had looked absolutely ravished and it wasnât hard for Aemond to push the noises of her whimpers and soft cries from his mind as he looks down at her.
His sister had walked into her daughterâs chambers without knocking, waking his niece and only slightly startling him. Aemond only flashes her a quick smirk before walking out of the room. He doesnât know what lies his dear niece had told her mother and Aemond couldnât find it in him to care.
For the first week after his night with his niece, all he can think about is her. Her naked body was soft and smooth under his touch. The way her cunt fluttered around him. He thought of his words to her and imagined her carrying his child.
He found himself fisting his cock at the thought of her. He had hoped that when he saw her in the corridors or outside when he was training, she might take it upon herself to sneak into his chambers. Despite his smirks and sly looks sent her way, he begins to notice her avoiding him.
When he steps away for a moment from training he glances up and sees his niece. She barely meets his eye before she looks away with a frown. She had looked both sad and angry.
For the first time since that night, he feels a twist in his gut. His dear sweet niece couldnât even look at him. He knew that he had been rough with her and probably shouldâve been kinder about taking her maidenhood, but his anger toward her brothers and his lust toward her had felt like it was boiling out of control that night.
Aemond hates how much she consumes his thoughts. He tries to forget about that night as shame begins to cloud any other feelings he had toward what he did. He doesnât have to avoid her and she has already gone about avoiding him. Despite, his best attempts at trying to forget about her, at night, when itâs only him and his thoughts, his mind always wanders to his niece. Perhaps if he hadnât gone to her that night and forced himself onto her, if he hadnât been so callous and rough with her, he could have gone about courting her, and perhaps he would eventually have been able to bed her as his wife.
Forgetting her is soon thrown out of the window when he hears servants gossiping about the princess being pregnant. Despite him telling her that it would only be right for her to birth a bastard as she was one herself, he canât help but picture her giving birth to a silver-haired child that he can call his.
The thought alone has him almost sprinting toward his motherâs chambers. When he enters, slightly out of breath but still composed, he finds not only his mother but his grandsire and half-sister already there. When his sister meets his eyes, he only receives a hard glare and he knows sheâs remembering when he walked out of her daughterâs room two moons ago.
When he declares that he will take his niece to be his bride everyone in the room looks shocked. His grandsire, though, tells his mother that it would be a good union. His sister looks like sheâs about to decline but then his mother finally speaks up and looks at her old friend with what Aemond can only guess is a hint of regret, âyour daughter cannot do better than to marry a prince of the Realm.â
And just like that, Aemond found himself betrothed to his dear niece. His mother and sister fast-tracked the wedding and he knew it was because they didnât want to have to explain why the babe in the princess's womb was born so early.
The entire week leading up to the wedding he had tried to seek the princess out. Talk to her for the first time since their night together a few moons ago but he couldnât find her anywhere. Eventually, he realized that she had holed up in her chambers and would probably remain there until the wedding.
He bites the inside of his cheek so hard that it begins to bleed at the thought of not being able to speak with her until they were wed. He could just slip into her room, but the thought made his gut twist with guilt again. She was to be his Lady wife and he couldnât dishonor her. Not again.
When he finally saw her again in the Sept on the day of their wedding, he couldnât take his eyes off of her. She was radiant. She didnât have to dress in the most luxurious clothes or plaster on a fake smile like all of the other women at court to grab his attention.
When she stood beside him as they said their vows, he realizes for the first time, that he did not ask for her hand out of a sense of duty or go to her chamber that night out of revenge. As he looks into her sad eyes, he realizes that all of the feelings that he thought were anger and hatred were misplaced and he knew, just by looking at her as he covered her in his cloak, that since he was a child he had felt some sort of semblance of love towards her.
During the feast, that took place after the wedding, she did her best to ignore him. Truthfully, he couldnât blame her but heâd be lying if he said that it didnât sting a little when she would pull her hand away from him every time he went to hold it.
Aemond had only one request for their wedding and that was that there wouldnât be a bedding ceremony. The Lords and Ladies of the court were not to touch him and his new wife and they would be in their new chambers alone.
His request was accepted easily, and when he stood in his new chambers with his wife as she began to undress, he couldnât tell immediately why bile rose up in his throat. When she was left in her underclothes and made to crawl into the bed, clearly waiting for him to follow, he knew why he felt the way he did.
Their first night together, their only night together hadnât been what he imagined but for her, it must have been a nightmare. He doesnât think twice before he pulls his dagger from his waist and cuts his palm and smears it onto the sheets without saying anything to her. When she looks at him confused he only tells her that he will not take her to bed until she wants him to.
When she climbs into their large bed, he walks over to the chair by the fire. He had wanted this marriage. She didnât.
After that night, Aemond tries his best to mend their fractured relationship. He wants to build a friendship with her first before they can even approach the more sexually intimate part of a marriage. Itâs the least he could do for her.
They do share a bed at night, though, he doesnât want the servants running around gossiping about his marriage.
It takes some time for his wife to stop flinching away from him. When heâs not training, heâs spending time with her. Whether itâs reading a book as she embroiders or if itâs her allowing him close enough to let him whisper High Valyrian to her swelling stomach, heâs almost always with her.
Eventually, laughter and joy find their way into the marriage and Aemond isnât surprised to find himself truly falling in love with his niece. He doesnât know if she feels the same and he has come to terms that perhaps she may never feel the same, but he thinks heâll be fine with that as long as she no longer flinches from his touch or avoids him.
Several moons have passed since they were wed and his niece and nephew were begging to go fly on Vaghar and Dreamfyre with him and their mother. It was something that he used to do before his wife was so heavy with child. Now, he found it difficult to leave her side since the maesters told them that her labors would start any day.
His wife, clearly frustrated with his hovering, had pushed him to go flying with Helaena and her children. Aemond had reluctantly agreed.
It was easy to lose track of the time while soaring through the skies, so when they entered the castle again and his motherâs knight, Ser Criston, had found him and told him that his wife had started her labors just after he left, he shouldnât have been surprised.
He rushes to their chambers and finds himself hesitant before entering. For several moons now, since she had started to warm up to him and he began to make amends to her, he had thought that he would be by her side as she brought their child into this world. He had promised heâd hold her hand and be there for their childâs first cry but as he stands outside of the chamber doors, he doesnât hear the sounds of a woman in labor nor does he hear a newborn babe crying.
He tries not to think the worst as he enters their chambers.
Instead of seeing what he feared, he sees his wife, sweaty but smiling tiredly down at the bundle in her arms.
He finds himself frozen to the spot until she beckons him. When heâs standing over his wife and newborn babe, he feels his heart flutter in his chest. He brings one of his fingers to his childâs head and lightly strokes the barely there strands of silver hair.
When he finally tears his eyes away from the cooing infant, he looks up to see his wife smiling at him.
âI was thinking we could name her Valaena,â she said softly. Aemond whispered the name to their daughter and watched as she blinked her brown eyes, the eyes she inherited from her mother, up at him.
âI think that sounds perfect, my love.â
Aemond hadnât noticed his slip of words as he took his daughter into his arms and cooed back at her but his wife did. She blinked, surprised at the name, and then slowly let a smile take over her face as she looked at her husband and daughter.
Thanks for writing Maegor. He makes for perfect yandere material.
Itâs no problem! đ Tbh I didnât think Iâd end up writing for him but it seems several people agree with you. Maegor is not just good Yandere material but perfect Yandere material.
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Hello dear >< what do you think of Yandere's reaction to Aegon I, Maegor, Aemond and Daemon being in love with a reader sister but she rejects them because she is in love with a lowborn man? (like a blacksmith or a soldier or a stable boy) and they catch her trying to run away from her with her lover to the free lands? <333 (Drama mode ON)
Iâm gonna start referring to these 4 as the toxic four. Itâs like the fantastic four, but really horny and toxic. [ Also, this took me forever to write. So hopefully you enjoy]
Tw: stalking, murder, non-con
Aegon I (The Conqueror)
His sister didnât think twice about announcing her plans to marry and run off with some stable boy that none of her siblings have ever met. She thought that they would be happy for her. After all, ever since she had been able to read, all she could talk about was the Free Cities and getting away from Westeros. Now she had a man who adored her and promised to take her to see the places she had only dreamed of.
The only thing was: her siblings werenât happy. Specifically her brother, Aegon. He was silent for a little while after her announcement and then after Rhaenys nudged him in the side (not so slyly), he gritted through his teeth a congratulation. He didnât mention to his darling sister that he was planning on marrying her himself, making her his third wife. He held his tongue and didnât comment on how a stable boy could never afford to bring her to the Free Cities. Instead, he only kissed his sister on the head and left the room. He had to think of something quickly before that stable boy took her from him forever.
The idea came to him during the evening meal. When she went to her chambers for the night he would lock her doors so she couldnât leave and sneak away to see her stable boy. The next morning when she mentioned it, he only shrugged and pretended to have no idea why it was locked.
âPerhaps the guards locked the doors because they were afraid an intruder was within the walls,â he said with a shrug. She didnât look like she believed him but she didnât call him on his lie either. As the days went by he continued to lock her doors at night and eventually resorted to doing it during the day when she was in her chambers and not with him or her sisters. She had stopped questioning it and Aegon soon learned why. She was receiving letters from this man she claimed to love. He watched to see how they were delivered to his dear sister and when he saw that one of the guards was the middleman, he promptly brought him outside and let Balerion set him aflame. After that, he received the letters intended for his sister. He read every one of them and, after he was done, threw them into the fire.
He knew his sisterâs heart would break thinking that the man she loved had forgotten about her but Aegon needed to do this. Luckily, his sister didnât catch on to the fact that he was the one getting rid of the letters so when she asked him to give her letters to the stable boy, he agreed with a smile. When she was out of his sight, though, he promptly ripped the letters to shreds.
He figured it had been long enough and it was time for him to meet this other man. He was disappointed when he finally came across him. He was nothing special and he backed away in fear of his King. His sister deserved better than this wastrel. He made the conversation brief. Informing the stable boy that his sister had come to her senses and realized that she could never marry someone like him. She was to marry her brother and King and he should move on and forget about her. The stable boy only nodded meekly and Aegon had to hide the smile on his face until he turned to walk away.
Aegon kept an eye on the stable boy as days and nights passed. He watched as he married another woman, someone plain and lowborn like he was. When he informed his sister of this she wept uncontrollably and refused to believe it. He held her as she cried and offered to take her to his home to show her his new wife. His sister shook her head and refused. Aegon stroked her hair as she cried and remained with her until she fell asleep. When he finally left, he didnât lock the doors to her chambers.
As she slept, he made the arrangements for them to wed the next day. He couldnât put it off any longer in case she found someone else.
Maegor
Maegor is an observant man. He notices before anyone else that his sister has taken a liking to a blacksmith in the city. While it was suggested by almost everyone that he spend time with his wife, Ceryse, and try and put a child in her, he was instead watching his sister sneak away from the Red Keep. He would follow her through the hidden passageways and down to the city.
Watching her wasnât new to him. He had been doing it for years. It only worsened after The Faith told his mother that he couldnât take his sister as a wife. His mother had finally budged and he was married to a Hightower rather than who he belonged with. He watched as several men of noble birth tried to gain her attention. Before he could even scare them off she had already turned them down. He thought perhaps she harbored feelings for him and was bidding her time until he could get rid of Ceryse. He soon realized that wasnât the case as he stood in the shadows and watched his sister with a blacksmith.
When he returned to the castle he didnât tell anyone of his discovery and despite the building feeling of wanting to go into her chambers and claim her before that filthy blacksmith laid a hand on her, he bided his time and listened and watched. He acted normal when his dear sister was around and even went to his wifeâs chambers at night. Still, as soon as he heard her making plans with her blacksmith to sneak away to the Free Cities when the moon was at its fullest and everyone important in the castle would be asleep, he began making plans.
He had to wait it out until he could set his plan in motion. He acted like he had no idea of his sisterâs plan to run away. On the night that the moon was at its fullest, he went to the Sept. not to pray, of course, his mother taught him better than to believe in the Seven. He watched the moon through the window and waited. It wasnât long until a few guards that were loyal to him came in carrying his sister who was shouting at them and the blacksmith who was being drugged along. Maegor smiled when he saw his bruises and bloodied face.
When his sister saw him she ran to him and begged him to command the guards to let her love go. Maegor only grabbed her arm and told her to look around. She did with a confused look. Finally realizing they were in a Sept and in front of them stood a Septon who looked terrified. She finally looked back up at her brother who told her that he knew about her plan and that he was tired of the handwringing of the Faith and their father, he would take a second wife, as was his right as a Targaryen. This time, though, it would be one of his choosing. When his sister started to protest he grabbed her chin and pointed it towards her blacksmith and told her that she either goes through with this and he would set the man free, or he would kill the man right now and fuck her in his blood so that she was dishonored, making it so she had no choice but to marry him.
With tears streaming down her face, she sniffled and told her brother that she would marry him. He smiled at her and gestured for the Septon to start. Once he had the woman he longed for as his bride he threw her over his shoulder and began to make his way to the castle. While he consummated his new marriage, his guards would know what to do. He knew that he couldnât let that blacksmith go. His new wife would only try and find him again so as he spilled his seed in his sister's cunt, down in the sept his guards took the blacksmith outside and cut his throat.
Aemond
Aemond wasnât surprised when he noticed his sister begin to blush over a knight from Dorne. When they were younger she had always read about knights who fell in love with princesses. Knights who married them, and despite all of the obstacles they faced they always had a happy ending. She had been watching her Dornish knight for a while now, long enough for Aemond to realize that something was going on between the two of them.
Without realizing it, Aemond had begun to secretly follow the knight. Watching what he did throughout his days and nights, hoping to find something that he could tell his dear sister about. Aemond was going to marry her. He knew this in his bones but his sister had yet to come to understand that they were fated to be together.
At their evening meal, Aemond didnât say anything as she talked excitedly about the next tourney that was to be held for Prince Maelorâs first name day. She talked endlessly about how the knight from Dorne would surely be the champion, as he clearly was more skilled than all of the others. Their mother only smiled politely at her daughter's gushing. She knew that her daughter had feelings for the knight, it was why she had gone to Aemond the other night and asked him to let his betrothal to his sister go so she may be happy with this other man. Aemond had only told his mother that he wouldnât and that his sister would find happiness with him.
After they finished and everyone went to their separate chambers, Aemond grabbed his dark cloak and slipped out, and found the knight that had caught his sisterâs eye. He eventually found him in the gardens whispering behind some hedges. He couldnât see who the man was talking to but he heard plans on running away before the next tourney. Of escaping to the free cities and making the woman he talked to his bride. He smiled as he listened, finally, he had something he could tell his sister that stops her childish fascination with the knight.
It was t until the knight walked away finally that he saw the woman finally emerge from the hedges. His blood began to boil when he saw that it was not some random woman, but his sister. The woman he loved and planned to marry was making plans of running away with that lowborn Dornish bastard.
He followed his sister quietly as she made her way back to her chambers. His mind was spinning as he thought of what to do. He couldnât allow her to run off with some other man. He knew if he told her about their betrothal it would only make her move her plans up so that she would be gone before he could call her his wife. Perhaps that was why when she slipped back into her chambers, he followed her. With a surprised gasp from her, he lowered the hood of his cloak and looked at his sister. She laughed and asked him what he was doing but he couldnât seem to make himself talk. He finally knew what he had to do to make sure the woman he loved didnât leave.
He stalked over to her silently and proceeded to grab her. He didnât listen as her questions turned to protests or when she started to squirm and fight in his arms as he hauled her to her bed and climbed on top of her. This was not how he planned for this to go. He had thought they would be married when he finally took her to bed and when he finally slipped his cock inside of her she would moan and gasp and beg for more, not cry and try to feebly push him off of her, but he had to do this tonight. He knew that by taking her maidenhood tonight and informing his mother of what he did tomorrow morning that she would be his wife within the week and she wouldnât be able to leave him.
When the tourney to celebrate Prince Maelorâs name day came around he sat beside his new wife as they watched the knights come out. His wife tensed when she saw the Dornish knight appear. Aemond only smiled, knowing that they hadnât seen each other since that knight he took his sisterâs maidenhood. When the knight looked up at the box they were sitting in, Aemond reached over and grabbed his sister's hand. The knight could look at his wife all he wanted but Aemond would have filled her with his seed before they arrived at the tourney and who would bring her back to their chambers afterward instead of going to the feast, and fuck her like he had been doing nonstop for the past several days.
Daemon
Daemon notices his sister falling for one of his gold cloaks before anyone else does. He saw the man watch his sister before but thought nothing of it. After all, his sister is one of the most beautiful women in the realm.
Daemon hadnât tried to stop anything between his sister and one of his men. While he loved his sister and planned to marry her one day, that day wasnât today. He thought heâd let her have her little infatuation before he took her for himself. He hadnât expected Viserys to agree to let her marry the man. He knew things about this man that neither his brother nor his sister knew. He had spent time with him in brothels as he fucked his way through whores and laughed with his men as they all found pretty commoners to wet their cocks. It was fine to Daemon when that man was just a gold cloak, working for him, but now he was married to his sister and it made him burn with fury.
He couldnât kill the man right away. He had no problem with his inevitable death looking suspicious, but his sister would never come to him willingly if she believed him to be her husband's murderer. So instead, he watched the two. At meals, he would make his sisterâs husband squirm as he brought up old stories and at night he would sneak through the passageways and watch, hidden away, as his beautiful sister moaned under her husband.
It was on a night that he had hidden away to watch as his sister got fucked that he overheard their plans. Her husband wanted to leave. He wanted to take his sister away from Kingâs Landing and sail to the Free Cities. It took all of Daemonâs willpower to not barge into their chambers at that moment and strangle him. His sister wasnât going to leave him, especially not for her lowborn bastard of a husband.
After they finished talking, Daemon watched as the other man undressed and pushed his sister down to her knees. He closed his eyes and imagined it was her gagging on his cock as he fucked her throat. He didnât touch himself, though. He had a plan that needed to be done tonight or otherwise, heâd be saying goodbye to his sister soon.
When the couple finally fell asleep, Daemon snuck into his sisterâs chambers. He wasnât worried about waking her husband. After spending so long on the City Watch with the man, Daemon knew how heavy of a sleeper he was. He stood beside the bed and looked down at his sisterâs naked form. It had been several months since she had married and she was yet to be with child. He knew she didnât drink moon tea and he wouldnât be surprised if her husband couldnât give her a child. The man had many mistresses and not one bastard.
Daemon pulled the sheet off of his sister slowly and snuck into the bed beside her. She rolled over unconsciously so that she was facing her husband and Daemon couldnât help the smirk that found its way onto his face. He pumped his cock a few times before rubbing it between her folds. She hadnât moved as he did so, still sleeping soundly. When he finally pushed into her she stirred only slightly, she mumbled her husband's name and Daemon brought his hand to cover her mouth as he began thrusting into her wet cunt. Even in her sleep Daemon felt her flutter around him and in no time he was spilling his seed inside of her. When he pulled out of her he stayed a little longer as he watched his cum ooze out of her.
He returned every night and spilled himself inside of his dear sister as she lay sleeping. After two moons of him claiming her, she announced one morning that she was with child. She was showered in congratulations and only Daemon noticed that her husband was grinding his teeth beside her. It was when she was beginning to swell with the child that he had put in her that Daemon realized that now was the time to shed her of a husband. After all, he couldnât have his child calling someone else father. So one night as they patrolled the streets of the city together, his sisterâs husband found himself in an accident.
He returned to the castle and delivered the news himself. They were patrolling like usual when they decided to separate for a time. After an hour or so some commoner came running up to him and told him that one of his gold cloaks had his throat cut while in a brothel. His dear sister was inconsolable at first but after several moons had passed and the birth of their child grew near, Daemon suggested to her that she remarry.
His suggestion earned him a slap across the face but later that night his sister came to him and apologized. She told him that she knew that he was right and that it just felt wrong to marry someone while she was pregnant with her deceased husband's child. Daemon only brought her into his arms and shushed her. When she quieted he reminded her that her husband was found in a brothel. One of which he frequented often before she had married him. He told her she would not be the one disgracing him.
When he pulled back from her, his sister looked up at him with innocent wife eyes and almost everything in Daemon told him to take her to his bed. He fought against his urges and told her that he would marry her. He would raise her child like it was his and her child would not want for a father, the same as she would not want for a husband.
A week after their conversation, they stood together as they said their marriage vows. His sister couldnât stand for long periods of time, her stomach so swollen that it tired her easily. He tried to look happy at being newly married and not triumphant in finally getting what he coveted for so long. When he took her the night of their wedding he no longer needed to fuck her slow and gentle. He didnât need to worry about waking her and instead he watched as her milky tits bounced with every hard thrust of his.
It was only a moon later when his sister went into her labors and after several hours he was finally let into the room to see his wife laying in bed holding a small bundle. When he walked over to her he kissed her on the forehead and looked down at the coping bundle. The little boy had a patch of silver hair and large lilac eyes blinked up at him. He smiled down at his son and kissed his wife when she suggested naming the child after him. The man, she claimed, always took care of her and looked at her son as though the child was his. He nodded his head, agreeing to the name, and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from telling her that the child she held was truly his and not her first husband's.
Aegon lusting over his niece, the only time she is ever truly alone, is in the dragon pit when he tends to her dragon. And thats when he strikes, kissing her, forcing her against the wall as he lifts her dress, telling her he's been watching and waiting to get her alone, to finally fuck her. Awgon knows she wants him as her dragon hasnt eaten him.
he'll taunt her with that when she tries to push him off and tell him to stop. that the dragon pit is a sacred place for them.
i know you want me, he'll whisper into her ear, his hand drifting down. Your dragon hasn't hurt me yet, it's not your desire to hurt me or stop me. You're always so lonely, beloved niece, i can fix that.
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I dont know why but for some reason I cant actually see your most recent writing in the aemond targaryen x reader tag. I don't know if this is only happening for me because I double checked and I don't have you blocked or anything like that?
Ugh I had a feeling something was wrong. I donât know how to fix that but thank you for telling me.
I wasnât planning on doing a part 2 but so many people were asking for one. (This is so long omg)
If you guys want a part 3 just let me know. I think it could end with this but I could also do another part.
Pt. 1 || Pt. 3
Aemond hadnât meant to fall asleep in his dear nieceâs chambers but after taking her several times throughout the night, he was exhausted.
After the second time, where he rolled her over and fucked her roughly from behind, she had stopped protesting. She had realized that he wasnât going to listen to her pleas. So when he fell asleep on her bed she didnât say anything. She choose to just pull her nightgown back on and try and sleep. She hadnât expected her mother to come into her room the next morning without knocking.
She had not looked at Aemond as he had left. She also couldnât bring herself to look at her mother as her servants drew her her bath for the day. Eventually her mother asked her if Aemond had done anything to her last night. She contemplated on whether or not she should say anything. If her mother knew what Aemond had done, sheâd probably burn down the castle and everybody in it so she decided it was best to deny that Aemond had even touched her. Choosing instead to tell her mother that Aemond had drunk to much at their meal and had stumbled into her room and promptly passed out.
Her mother didnât look as if she believed her daughter but decided not to question her further. When the girl slipped off her nightgown and sunk into her warm bath she couldnât help but trace over the bruises that had formed from the previous night. When she found a new bruise she remembered the words he said to her. âOnly fitting for a bastard to give birth to one herself.â
Every day that passed by she would try her best to ignore her one-eyed uncle. He hadnât come to her chambers again and she avoided the places she knew he often frequented. She didnât want to be caught in a room with him alone again, afraid he might corner her and take her again.
She had only seen him in passing and when she caught his eye on accident he would send one of his smirks her way. It always made her frown. It didnât seem as though her family noticed a change in her behavior. She thought that maybe her mother may have noticed something if her side eyes were anything to go by.
She had noticed the first time her blood didnât come. She told no one about it, hoping that it may just be a fluke but by the second time she shouldâve bleed one of the servants had told her mother. She was brought to a midwife instead of a maester because her mother was afraid a maester might tell the Queen.
When the midwife informed her that she was with child she felt her throat tighten up, afraid that her mother might ask her when she bedded a man or who it was but she didnât. In fact, she only walked her back to her chambers without speaking a word to her and left once she was safely inside. From inside she could hear her mother instructing the guards to not let her out of the her chambers until she came back.
She settled into bed and released a sigh. Her mother was probably going to try and find her a man to marry soon who hopefully wouldnât ask question and would still be good for the family. Truthfully, as long as they took her away from Kingâs Landing she didnât care who she was married to.
Several hours passed before her mother came back. She informed her daughter that she tried to bring up several options for an engagement for her but just as they settled on one her half-brother, Aemond had come in and declared that he would marry his niece. Her mother paused and looked away from her daughter before she continued. âI was going to reject his proposal but Alicent was there, as well as her father. When Aemond made it clear that he wouldnât let it go they agreed that the best offer youâd get would be the prince.â
She only nodded mutely. A million questions whirled through her head. Mainly about Aemond. Why would he insist on marrying her when he was the one that insisted that she birth his bastard? If they married the child wouldnât be a bastard.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed when her mother told her that the wedding would take place at the end of the week. She stared blankly after her mother as she left. Could she truly marry Aemond? They had gotten along when they were younger and he was the father of her unborn child but he could also be so very cruel, as he showed her two months ago.
The week leading up to the wedding she remained in her chambers. She didnât want to see anyone, afraid that they might look at her and know why she was being married off so quickly.
She thought that maybe sheâd see Aemond before they were supposed to be married but he never appeared. She wanted to know why he insisted on marrying her. She wanted to know why he did what he did because she didnât truly believe it was solely about his eye.
When the day of the wedding finally came, she felt as though she was sleep walking through the entire day. She couldnât pay attention when her mother helped her dress or when her brother, Jace, walked her down the aisle to Aemond.
When she stood side by side with Aemond, she finally came back to herself. She recited the vows she was told to and listened as Aemond did the same. She hazard a glance at him and saw him already staring at her intensely. His gaze wasnât harsh or mean and she could have sword that his face softened when she finally looked him in the eye.
A feast was held for after the ceremony. She barely touched the roasted pig before her. Her nose and stomach already becoming sensitive to the meat. She didnât say a word to her new husband the entire time and when he went to grab a hold of her hand she would pull it away. After a while he had asked her if she wanted to join him in the dancing to which she told him, pointedly, that sheâd rather not because she felt a little nauseous. âIt must be the food,â she looked at him directly as she said it. They both knew it was not the food that made her nauseous but he didnât push the topic and only nodded.
Nothing was said between the newly wedded couple as it was time for them to make their way to their new chambers and consummate their marriage. Aemond had insisted that their wasnât to be a bedding ceremony so when they made their way out of the hall, the feast and dancing was still going on.
When they arrived in their newly shared chambers she began working on taking her dress off, not looking at Aemond, who stood a distance away from her, not saying anything.
She wasnât all that happy about the fact that they needed to consummate their marriage. Considering that they technically already had. She tried not to let Aemondâs piercing gaze bother her as she went to strip off her under clothes.
âStop,â Aemond said, quietly from behind her. She dropped her hands and looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows. He only walked passed her and took the dagger from his hip and sliced his palm, holding it over the sheets of their bed. When he smeared enough on to satisfy everyone he finally looked at his niece. She could have sworn she saw a look of regret and perhaps guilt in his eyes before he said, âI will not bed you tonight. Nor any night until you tell me you want me to.â
She could only nod as he went to the chair beside the fire and sat down on it. She crawled into their bed, avoiding the bloodied spot, and laid down. She had no idea what had came over Aemond. He obviously had no idea taking what he believed should be his. It was the whole reason they were married now. So why was he acting so hesitantly around her now that she was officially his wife?
She glanced over at him as he stared into the fire. She could ask him but she still didnât have it in her to talk to him yet. So instead she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.
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