#alys x reader

Your husband Aegon, was drunk, again. And you had to play savior, again. You found him in some hovel filled with drunks, his posse of yes men shouting in excitement seeing you come towards them. The pretty wife of the pretty prince. It helped that your figure was filled out with the curve of your chest and hips being visible in any dress you wore. Aegon adored the feel of your full thighs and breasts when he took you, happy to watch the fat move. He was telling one of the younger men at the table, probably newly acquired, about something when he noticed you. Aegon scooted his chair back, opening his arms wide, “wife! How glorious to see you! Come join us!” He patted his lap for you to take a seat which made you roll your eyes but oblige him. His hand rested on the curve of your waist with his other wrapped around a cup of ale. His head was resting on your shoulder, nodding along to some boy's story.

Aegon has never been good with keeping his hands to himself, even more so when drinking. His hand that was on your waist began exploring your body, feeling whatever he could grabbing anything he could get his hands on. You tried to tell him off but he gave you that dopey smile that you couldn’t stay made at. While he was distracting you with his smile, his hand came up grasping your bosom through the corset you wore. You gasped, slapping his chest but he refused to remove his hands, saying it was practically his as he was yours and you his.

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Aemond never considered himself selfish, that was until his wife gave birth. Watching your attention be dragged away from him to focus on the child made him unrationably angry, wanting your eyes and love focused on him instead. There were moments where your attention did belong to only him, which he revelled in. One of those moments was alone in bed together.

The two of you were resting after Aemond took his jealousy on you, leaving you both entirely bare including his eyepatch. Aemond rested with his head on your chest, having you run your fingers through his hair as he soaked in the feeling of the fat of your chest molding around him. His lips formed around your nipple, sucking in like he had never eaten before. One thing he was grateful to his child for was how your breasts seemed to have grown during pregnancy and the sweet milk that spilled from them afterwards.

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You were in Helaena’s quarters as you were the maid helping her care for the twins, after having a babe of your own. Having two babies was always harder than one making you sympathize for the sweet girl, you could tell she truly loved them. You were mainly there just to support her or give her some time to think without the kids crawling over her. On nights when her dreams got to her and the babies woke up at the same time that she was, taking their attention away from their mother to be on you instead. The twins treated you like a second mom a bunch of times, coming to show you toys after they showed them to Helaena. The way you treated her babies made Helaena love you as well.

Tonight you were holding Maelor, letting Helaena sleep in when he fussed over anything, the other two kids asleep happily. You were feeding Maelor, smiling at him in the dead of night. Helaena could see you from her bed as you cared for her child. She got out of bed to join where you two were resting. You smiled at her when she got closer to little Maelor unlatching from your breast. You didn’t see to realize as you kept your breast out to the air, Helaena’s eyes dropping to it. She motioned to you mumbling, “you-you are, um still exposed.” you gasped quickly, righting herself feeling Helaena’s eyes burning into you.

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You were in the sept in old town, praying to the seven around the candle covered altar when your husband came and joined you, kneeling beside you. He lit a candle before lowering his head in prayer, copying your pose. The sept was empty with just the two of you in the massive hall, making Ormund more bold with his actions and his words. He brought his face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, “you are tempting me wife, your breasts are calling to me even in this holy place.”

You gapped at him, open mouthed like a fish from the Riverlands. He smirked at you before his eyes shot down your neckline looking down your dress to take in more of your chest and the skin that was exposed to him then.

“We are in a sept!” You whisper to him trying to remind him to be on his best behavior. He looked forward again, bowing his head slightly saying “do not blame me for loving my wife and the blessings the Gods have given her.”

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You could feel her eyes burning into you, of course during a dinner with the royal family you wear a revealing dress. Of course Alicent ever the pious woman noticed it instantly. She looked embarrassed almost as if it was her chest that was being exploded to the room of royals instead of you. You curtseyed in front of her, bowing low whispering a quiet, “your grace” she smiled a strained smile as she nodded giving you back, “my lady.”

You could feel her eyes on you throughout the dinner, some while politely asking you a question or your opinion, others where you could tell she was subtly staring at your chest. No, not staring. Admiring. The queen of the seven kingdoms, the daughter of the house that is the faith of the seven, was admiring your chest from across the table during dinner with her husband beside her. Her eyes met yours with a flustered embarrassed expression passing over her as she looked away. You would have to talk with her later about it, maybe she wants to borrow some dresses or…see what they look like off of you.

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You were her partner in crime, the only person she trusted with the truth of her plans and her schemes. Alys had been your protector for most of your friendship, making you feel like you owed her most of the time. Tonight was no different, she needed your help with some concoction she was making. All you know was that there was something in the mixture that gave off a sweet floral smell. You sat on top of the table in her room as she mixed the blend of ingredients together. You were both wearing simple dresses as you were the only ones awake at this hour.

Alys had said something about the mixture needing more, what the more was you weren’t sure. Well, you weren’t sure until she came over to stand before you holding a knife in her hand. You brought your hand up expecting her to need blood as it wasn’t the first time she did, but instead she smiled saying, “it needs to come from around the heart, lovie.” you undid the lacing at the front of your dress, pulling it down so that more skin was accessible to your lover. She pulled the fabric down to rest around your waist. She brought the knife up to right above your breast, moving the bowl beneath it to catch the fall off. You whimpered slightly at the pull of the blade, Alys smiling up at you, her hand cupped under your chest to direct where the flow went.

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The carriage ride was horrid, they seemed to catch every bump and hole in the road jostling you around inside the carriage. It doesn’t help that the corset you wore was starting to dig into your skin and the neckline of the dress showed off more of your chest then you usually would have liked. Your husband sat in front of you, wanting to spend some time together before you arrived at the castle. That was the excuse he gave but now that you were on the way there his eyes wouldn’t leave your chest and how it moved with each roll of the wheels. He stared wide eyed, almost like if he blinked he would miss an important moment.

The sight of his amazement made you laugh, your whole body shaking with joy. Gwayne finally tore his eyes away from your chest to your face smiling back at you. “I wish to admire my wife, is that so wrong?” You shook your head at him but kept the amused smile. Your husband was thoroughly whipped for you, and your chest.

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Criston wasn’t proud of himself, but he was a man who had needs. He found himself in the streets of silk looking for something, looking for you. He had met you during a low point, one of the older knights bringing him down here to ‘loosen him up,’ and you were so confident practically claiming Criston when he came in and Criston could do nothing to fight against you as you sucked him into your web. You had taken him into a private room, served him drinks and food while listening to his every worry and woe, your fingers working through any knots on his body while stripping him of his armor. It was the best he had ever felt since coming to Kings Landing and he found himself coming to visit you whenever he got too stressed with the life of the High Lords.

You were waiting for him, anytime there was a large event or visiting dignitary he found his way back to you and you welcomed him with open arms. Ready to hear all of his complaints and heal his ailments. Today was different though as he stormed into the room you were waiting in, quickly stripping himself of his armors while staying quiet. You watched from the bed smiling at him, you were usually dressed when he came in but today you weren’t, nude as you would be after your sessions. Criston turned towards you pausing, taking in your form, he quickly moved, placing his hands around your waist and burring his head in your chest, making you laugh loudly.

You can only see in her what you lack in yourself, and in a way, you understand Aemond.

But Alys is surprisingly gentle with you. Her eyes show a kind of pity. You were nervous, frightened, and the edges of your thumbs can testify to that.  After all, Alys is the other woman. Or maybe it's you, the other woman. Alys was there before you, after all. And she exudes a confidence, a poise, a maturity that you'll never be able to match, as if she were able to bend anyone or anything to her will. You can see why they say she's a witch. 

With you it's different. Alys is patient. You just don't like the pitying tone she uses when she talks to you, as if you were a frail little thing to be pitied, as if she's afraid to break you – but you're no doll. You're not made of glass. You don't need pity. She knows you had no choice. You were forced to follow your husband to Harrenhal.  Maybe that’s why she pities you.

She wonders how you manage to stay by his side, when you know the horrors he's committed, and it's something you wonder too. Every step he takes is made of ashes and blood, and you know the cries still haunt the walls of Harrenhal.  The blood is probably still fresh, soaking the cobblestones.

She's made a habit of brushing your hair, stroking your long curls, cradling you and talking to you, and there's something comforting about the way she mothers you. You seek solace in her arms, when your husband is distant. At least you are not alone.

Your marriage to Aemond is recent. She listens as you confide in her and caresses your head. You are young and frightened, and you know the King needed an alliance to continue the war - your father had military and financial support to offer him.  Marrying into the Targaryen family is a privilege no one can refuse. And especially not when your husband is the Prince Regent.

"Does he treat you well?" Your gaze meets hers in the mirror, but you are quick to look away. There's something too sincere in looking into her eyes. You feel as if she can see into your soul, read the truth, reveal your secrets, and that makes you uncomfortable. 

" He's cold. Distant," you reply. Because it's true, Aemond is caught up in the gears of war, and he doesn't have much time for you, but you accept the place he's given you.  He has a need to control, you've noticed. He controls and owns and dictates the rules of the game. Maybe it's comforting, for him, maybe it's his way of coping.  He never shows vulnerability, at least not to you. 

"Does he satisfy you?" Your face immediately turns red. You don't know how to tell her that you haven't consummated the marriage yet. You got married in a hurry. You didn't have time for -

At least he insisted you accompany him to Harrenhal. He didn't want you waiting for him in the Red Keep, he wanted you close to him. Because you are his wife, he said. 

"We... We didn't..." You babble. You search for your words. And then you see her smirk, a subtle hint of a smile, almost imperceptibly curling the corners of her lips. You hardly know her, it's strange to discuss such intimate matters with your husband's lover. She knows him better than you do. Perhaps he showed her vulnerability, perhaps she knows what scars his soul. You wonder what she's thinking. She's indecipherable. Alys is a mystery. She exudes a special aura.

" What a pity," is all Alys answers. She has finished combing your hair. She takes the strands that have fallen across your chest and pulls them back behind your back, admiring her work. You hardly recognise yourself. You look bold. Almost confident. Your cleavage is accentuated. You look pretty.

You let her fingers brush over your bare shoulders, the touch light and pleasant. She places the finishing touch around your neck; a sapphire necklace. 

"Now you look like a future queen," she whispers, her lips painted red in the hollow of your ear, and you shiver. With desire or surprise, you don't really know. There's a kind of certainty in her voice that intrigues you. You're not quite sure what that is. For a brief moment, you have the feeling that you detect some truth in her words, and you say nothing. Her eyes are shining. 

Perhaps there's a part of unspoken desire there that you keep hidden beneath your innocent appearance.

You feel your husband's burning gaze on you all evening. You are alone at dinner. The two of you. The servants have brought the dishes and left immediately. He's at the other end of the table, his head held high, separated from you by steaming plates that make your mouth water. He has barely spoken, but you know that Aemond is a man of few words. He's all about quality.

"You look beautiful."

You politely accept the compliment. You like to feel that he fancies you. But then again, who doesn't like compliments? You cut your meat, your movements precise and delicate, like the lady you've been taught to become all your life. You play your role to perfection, it's a form of comfort, at least.

"I'm pleased that you find me to your liking, husband."

He looks satisfied. A silence falls over you. You are still hesitant in his company. You still have to adjust to him. You need to know how far you can go. What are your possibilities and your limits.

" She's intriguing, your Alys. "Your voice doesn't sound quite the way you would like it to, and you blame yourself. It gives the impression that you're reproaching him. That's not what you want. He stares at you with his one good eye, unreadable. 

"My Alys," he muses. "She is, indeed." He lets a doubt linger, and you regret having brought up the subject of Alys. "She sees much and more. She saw a future for me." He pauses. You raise your eyes to him, puzzled. "For us."  You and him, he means. And for a split second, you wonder if this has anything to do with what she told you.  A future queen. She said you looked like a future queen.

Your pulse quickens. The idea seems dizzying.  But there are certain desires that should remain buried, you know it. You don't want to appear power-hungry, even if your core is burning at the thought of having the whole Kingdom at your feet. 

Perhaps your husband can see it in your eyes.

Aemond wears the Conqueror's Crown on his head like the Prince Regent that he is, and you can't help but think that it suits him so well. It's what he is made for. He looks like a statue carved in marble, ethereal and suspended in time, the embodiment of Targaryen beauty and grace.

How can such an angelic face hide such a cruel man?

"But don't be jealous, wife." He continues in the face of your silence. His voice is cold. It cuts through the air like a sharp knife. "For it is you I have chosen to marry, and I intend to be a dutiful husband."

You feel your cheeks flush. He's watching you so intently. His good eye shines even brighter than the sapphire you know hides under his eye patch. You feel as if he's undressing you with his gaze. 

"I want you, tonight."

The statement sends a wave of heat between your thighs. You know what he means. You want it too. But to hear him express his desire so clearly, as if leaving no room for discussion, awakens a familiar sensation in your core. Aemond wants to take what he wants, what is rightfully his, and you may be sick in your head because the idea excites you as much as it frightens you. He's dangerous.  You know what he's done. And yet. And yet, you can't help but want him. 

By the time the meal is over, he's already standing in front of you. Tall. He towers over you, and as he leans towards you, forcing your chin up with the tip of his forefinger, he whispers, "You wouldn't deny your husband, would you?"

Gods, you can feel your arousal forming between your thighs, spreading across the fabric of your underwear. He's looking at you, his purple eye burning with desire. Between his legs, a visible bulge is already stretching the linen fabric. You notice it easily; it reflects the hunger you can read in his eyes.

"I wouldn't. Not when you are already so desperate."

To back up your words, your eyes drop to his crotch. He clenches his jaw and remains silent for a moment. You wonder what he's thinking, what thoughts are racing through his brain right now. He looks at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if studying an unknown specimen. Maybe you've been too bold.  Maybe he likes it. 

"I bet you are already wet."

A shiver runs down your spine. He doesn't look away, not for a moment, and your eyes are relentlessly drawn to his, as if hypnotised. 

" Check. "

He doesn't waste any time. His fingers run down your body, slipping under the thick layers of your dress - you're wearing green to please him, but it's not the colour of your house. They work their way up your leg, up the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps on your skin in a long shiver of pleasure. You feel him brush against your folds; a touch so light it's like a ghost. But isn't that his purpose, to haunt you in the depths of your soul? When he ventures between your warm folds, your teeth bite your lower lip to prevent the slightest sound from escaping your lips. You don't want to give him that privilege. You don't want to show him that you need him.

"Indeed, you are."

He captures your innermost essence with the tip of his finger and immediately withdraws his hand. His forefinger touches his thumb, and he inspects the transparent thread that stretches between his fingers. You look away. Your cheeks are flushed. You're burning with embarrassment at your body's betrayal.  He wipes his fingers and straightens up as if nothing had happened.

"Be there when I call for you."

And with that, he leaves the room. You're left alone, staring at the flame dancing in the middle of a candle. Between your thighs, your centre throbs.  Your husband is a mystery.

You are lying on the bed. Panting, you are drowning in a combination of feverish pleasure and anticipation of what is to come. Alys plants kisses on the back of your neck, spicy and intoxicating like the finest Dornish wine. Her fingers brush over your nipples, and with a deft movement, she rolls them between her forefinger and thumb, pinching them gently.  She is behind you. You lie with your back against her full breasts, her legs on either side of your body. Her long black hair tickles your collarbones as she leans towards you, and an herbal scent wafts through the air; a mixture of sage and lavender.

Her lips were between your thighs a moment ago. With devotion, the tip of her tongue explored your still untouched womanhood, collecting the fruits of your desire, her fingers drawing circles against your entrance. She's experienced. She knows what she's doing. You've never felt anything like this before. And when your thighs have closed around her face, one of your hands buried in her thick mass of black hair, she welcomed your climax into her mouth. Her half-closed eyes looked up at you from under her long lashes, an enigmatic smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She seemed proud of herself, and of her work.  You're sure she can still taste you on her lips.

When she had finished, she remained between your legs for a moment, tracing little circles on your lower stomach, her lips still glistening with your essence and her own saliva. Your chest rose and fell quickly.  Red with embarrassment, you didn't dare meet her eyes and see the blatant traces of your shared sin still staining the lower part of her face. She let you catch your breath. Regain your senses. Come down from that little cloud you're still on.

It's Aemond who moves first. He stands and joins Alys, wiping what's left of your desire on her lips with his thumb. He looks satisfied. You wonder if he liked what he saw, if he liked seeing his wife tremble under the caresses of another.  He pushes his thumb between Alys's lips, forcing her to taste you once more, and she sucks his finger with infinite compliance. You can see in their eyes that they know each other intimately, that he has already tasted her body. You can see it in their eyes, in the glances they exchange.  You wonder if there has been more than carnal pleasure. You think there is. He kisses her chastely on the lips.

Aemond looks in your direction. He burns with desire, excitement and anticipation. You are about to become his and he can't hold back any longer. He needs to possess you. 

"She did well," Alys murmurs, amused. "Give her a moment."

But he doesn't want to wait, he wants his wife. He undresses, and that's when Alys comes up behind you. She strokes your hair and whispers a series of praises into the hollow of your ear. You're cottony between her fingers, but your core is throbbing again at the thought of feeling your husband inside you.

"Open your legs," Aemond commands. And Alys gently spreads your thighs so that you reveal yourself to your husband.

Aemond details your body. Every part, from your lips to your breasts, from the valley between your breasts to your navel, and then the curve that leads to your centre. Alys follows the path of his gaze - her fingers on your nipples, and then her fingers running along your abdomen to your folds, caressing them gently.  Her index and middle fingers slide between your flesh.

"Look how ready she is for you," Alys whispers to Aemond. You’re wet. His eyes are locked on you, right where you want him most. His member is hard, slightly curved against his belly, its angry red tip already leaking white beads.

And you are ready. You're just waiting for it. Desperately. The orgasm Alys gave you with her tongue has awakened a new, hungry desire in you.  You stifle a moan that Alys encourages you to express with her lips along your throat. 

Aemond leans over you, capturing your lips with his own. He nibbles at your lower lip. You feel his dominance, his need to own you. He's rough with his kiss, as if he's waited too long. Maybe he has.

You moan. Where Alys' body is soft and full of curves, Aemond's is angular and made of muscle. 

"I want you," he whispers again against your lips. His fingers slide down your body, lingering on your breasts as he caresses your already erect nipples. Then he moves them between your thighs. He's meticulous with his movements. Precise. He traces your slit, spreads your folds to tease your little bud. You stifle another moan.

"And I can tell you want me too."

His fingers are against your entrance, which clenches around nothing as you feel him draw circles without ever entering you. It's frustrating. Slowly, he inserts a finger. You move your hips, desperate for more contact, desperate to welcome him deeper into you.

"Stay still," Aemond whispers, pressing down on your lower body. Behind you, Alys runs her hand through your curls. She strokes your long hair and when you move, she shushes you.

"You'll take what I give you," he adds, his lips against your jaw, his fingers inside you. "But if you are patient, you will be rewarded. I always reward good girls." You feel a slight stretch as a second finger enters you, and the sensation is delicious. Delicious, but not enough. Even when he starts to move his fingers back and forth - they are subtly crooked inside you, even when he traces the curve of your breast with his mouth, catching your nipple between his lips. 

"You're doing well," Alys breathes, praising you. There's her body behind you, and Aemond's lips on your breasts, his fingers buried inside you, deep, and your body is on fire. But it's not enough.

"I'm ready," you moan. "Please."

Behind you, Alys chuckles softly, her chest rising and falling as she senses your desperation, senses your desperate need for more. The impatience of the youth, she thinks - for Aemond is like that, too. Impatient. Impulsive. She had to teach him as well. As Aemond withdraws his fingers and positions himself between your legs, you feel Alys hold your thighs apart. Her fingers are hot against your skin, but there's something soothing about having her against you, around you. Her presence calms the too-rapid beating of your heart - an inevitable form of apprehension at the thought of what is about to happen.

There's something strange about the idea of sharing such an intimate moment with your husband and his lover. It's not what you imagined, and yet you love the feeling of having them both against you. You're safe. You feel safe. The war can't reach you when you're between their bodies - it's a silly thought.

And then, his round tip rubs between your folds, testing your entrance. The contact is hot. When he finally enters you, the stretch catches you off guard, your fingers close in the sheets, then around Alys' arm.

"Fuck. You're tight." Aemond grunts.

The sensation is new and incredible - the slight pain you felt at first quickly dissipates, replaced by pleasure. 

Soon you feel nothing else. Alys' hands leave your legs and move up your body. One hand on your breast, the other at the top of your folds, where she draws slow circles around your pearl.  She knows what she's doing. She knows what she's doing, and so does Aemond. And there they are, both slaves to your own pleasure.

He sets his pace. She sets hers. You know you won't last long; your walls are already beginning to tighten around his member. You feel him so deep inside you, and there's this one spot, this one precise spot that he hits at a steady pace that makes you feel like you're seeing stars.

Soon your husband's movements become sloppy, messy. 

"Fill your wife, Aemond." Alys whispers in a commanding tone, and there's something about hearing her give orders to your husband that sends a wave of warmth through your lower belly. She reaches out her hand, strokes his hair, his cheek. "You need an heir, don't you? So, spill your seed, I know you can." She addresses Aemond, but her honeyed voice echoes in your ears. You shiver, once more. The thought. The thought is -

You feel your release sweep through your body like a wave washing over you. You throw your head back against Alys, who is already kissing you.  Her fingers leave your folds. Aemond brings them to his mouth - he cleans every trace of you that still stains her skin with a hm. It's filthy. It's indecent. But you're too far gone to think about that now. 

All you can think of is Aemond's arms around your waist as he pulls you up so you're sitting on top of him, facing him, his forehead against yours, as he spills his seed deep inside you, white ropes painting your wombs. He holds you against him, his hands on your waist, the grip mean and possessive. You put your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest. And he holds you like that, against him, when his member stops throbbing between your inner walls, when he feels his member softening inside you. When you come to your senses, still high from your second release of the evening.

"Now you truly belong to me," he whispers against your lips, and all you can answer is "Yes, I do".

As you lie back, you can still feel the sticky combination of your two fluids dripping between your thighs. But your eyelids are already heavy - your lovemaking has exhausted you. Alys strokes your hair, under Aemond's watchful eye. He's still hesitant, despite what's happened between you - but it's hard for him to be vulnerable.

"You did well," she mutters, but she doesn't know if you can hear her or if you're already asleep. Aemond finally reaches out to caress your face with a gentleness you don't recognise; his thumb against your cheek. He's soft. You look so peaceful, asleep between them.

You are not sure what tomorrow will bring. You are not sure what the future holds. But when you close your eyes, your dreams are made of crowns and sapphires.

Recapturing harrenhal was your brother's idea, you simply led the army, yet the city of kings landing was soon attacked, and when you had heard of it, you were stricken with rage.

The sounds of metal clinking, flesh being cut through was like a pleasant lullaby to your ears, you felt a sick sense of accomplishment even though the city had faced a big loss.

You were participating in the massacre too, stabbing the bodies of the members over and over again, covered in their blood, your hair matted as the blood dried up, yet you still did not stop.

But then suddenly you felt a shiver run up your spine and you spun around to see a woman, who appeared to be youthful, standing there in her maids robes, something about her drew you in, and you gasped when you made eye contact.

Emerald green eyes that seemed to piece through your soul, you suddenly felt vulnerable as if she could see through you and you remained frozen in place as you stared at her, you noted how you oddly felt a sense of familiarity with her.

Her eyes reminded you of the woman who appeared in your dreams a few years ago. You remember going to sleep that night and woke up with the feeling of something heavy sitting in your chest and opened your eyes to see the emerald green irises staring at you, you remember not being able to scream, and watched as she bared her fangs before biting down on your neck, you quickly woke up terrified and screamed, the servants immediately rushed in hearing the noise, you had tried telling them what happened and they simply dismissed it as a nightmare.

Those very same eyes were staring at you right now, as you massacred the house she probably served or belonged to.

Yet she did not look scared, but rather a sick expression of relief was on her face, almost as if she was expecting this to happen, as if she knew– that this would happen. You went towards her direction and stopped in front of her, she didn't budge, but merely stared, the blood that had stuck to your armour and hair did not scare her away, but instead, her breathing picked up, almost as if she was sniffing at the stench.

“You– who are you?” You asked and she smiled, “I had expected your arrival, my princess.” she did not answer your question but just stated what she wanted to and you raised an eyebrow, grip tightening on the sword, “And how exactly?” You asked and her eyes drifted to your sword for a moment before she made eye contact with you again, “I saw it in my dreams, my visions.” she replied.

“I hope that in your vision you had also foreseen your death, it would make it less shocking for what I am gonna do to you.” You reply sternly, beginning to shift to a more offensive position, ready to attack her but she just chuckled, “You wouldn't hurt me.” She said confidently and you scoffed, “And how exactly did you come to the conclusion that I would spare you?” You question, “Because princess, nobody knows you as well as I do, after all we've met before.” You just roll your eyes and grab her by the throat, but she doesn't struggle, “You want to be the queen.” the words that leave her mouth makes you halt and you immediately let go of her, eyes wide in shock. “You are but a mere third daughter of King Viserys, much more dutiful than your half sister and your elder brother, you are supporting him for the sake of blood, but deep down, you want the iron throne for yourself, don't you?” She speaks and you remain speechless, wondering how she knows everything. “And your younger brother, is now prince regent, though he was born after you, he was still given preference over you to rule as a regent, even as a kinslayer, he is sitting on the throne in your elder brother's stead. Is that not unfair? Had you not done more than him? Especially being a woman?” You continue to remain silent as she speaks, and how correct she is, “I can help you.” She says and you look at her, “My visions will be of use to you, which is the exact reason you will be sparing me.” She finishes talking and by the end of it, it felt as if you had fallen into her carefully woven trap. You thought about it for a mere moment, you could just kill her and be done with it, fight your own battles, but when has anyone conquered their own selfishness, and just like that, you had accepted her help.

“What is your name?” You asked her and she smiled, “Alys rivers.”

Just like that she was spared.

The news had reached King's Landing, where Aemond was ruling as a regent, he successfully managed to seize the throne back to him and executed all of the black's spies in the city, and regained full control over it.

“Harrenhal has now successfully been recaptured by the princess Y/N, though when she had heard of what happened to the city, she was enraged and directed that anger towards the House Strong, she had successfully eliminated the house, no woman, no bastard, no child was to be spared, except only one was spared, a bastard and a wet nurse called Alys Rivers, it seemed that the princess had taken a liking to her.”

Aemond read the letter of report, eyebrows furrowed, he knew how you would be in anger, impulsive and quick, so he was surprised when he heard that you spared someone, but did not think much of it, he came to the conclusion that though your tastes were different, you deserved to have your own spoil of war, so he did not question anything, and allowed you to be as you are.

Meanwhile, as the days passed, you and alys had gotten closer, she told you everything she saw in her visions and you figured how accurate she was, it seemed as though she was given the sight to see into the future.

You sat in your chair, dipping the quill into the ink before writing it down on the parchment paper, writing down reports of the nearby area, trying to note of any suspicious behaviour to immediately correct until your eye landed on a specific report, “Man found dead at the shore of the God's eye river, there were two bite marks on multiple parts of his body, and his flesh was torn as if though he had been ripped apart by a wild beast.” You furrowed your brows, could this be a result of a beast attack? If so, you have to hunt it down before there are any more victims.

Just then the door opened and you saw Alys, who was now walking towards you, holding a tray of tea cups and, “You had been working since the morrow, I had bought some tea.” she placed it down on the table, and you could help but take note of her attire, a low cut neckline, that almost spilled her breasts outside when she leaned down, you cleared your throat and nodded.

It seemed as if she was trying to do that on purpose.

Things quickly moved, and as months passed by, the blacks had slowly lost the war and the news of Aegon's passing had reached your ear, and though you were sad that you had lost a brother, the line to the iron throne cleared by itself, and you felt a sick sense of satisfaction.

As the situation remained stagnant for a while, you had began your search into the beast that was attacking many people, the victims had increased from when you last heard the report, and what you found odd was how whenever you'd ask Alys for the help in this matter, she would avoid it, or not give proper answers.

And so you decided to confirm your suspicions which were gnawing at your gut as you began to place the pieces together and called her to your chambers in the middle of the night.

Which you should've realised was a bad idea.

“You have summoned me? My princess?” She asked, and you rubbed your thighs together, trying to ignore the sense of arousal that was beginning to drip from you whenever you would see her, “Hm? Yes, I wanted to ask you something.” You thickened your voice.

“I have noticed your behaviour whenever I would bring up the beast attackings, you know something don't you?” You question and she remains silent, “No answer, hm.”

“Alys,, do you know a few years ago, I dreamt of a woman with eyes just like yours? Resembling emerald stones, and she was on top of me and bit down into me” you began to tell her randomly and you noticed how her expression changed slightly.

Right on the target.

“And I remember you saying that you had known me, though I thought it was because of your visions, I soon began to put everything together.” You continued.

“You are the beast in question right? The one that sucks blood for living?” You accuse and she swallows thickly, “Do not lie to me, Alys.” You command and she sighs before quickly accepting the accusation. “Yes, it is me, what am I meant to do? It is the only way I can feed myself, normal food makes me want to vomit.” Her tone changes.

“Why not animal blood?” You question and she rolls her eyes, “It isn't as tasty.” she simply says and you are in disbelief, “If you wanna drink from humans, at least don't kill them, do you not have witchful powers? Why not erase their memory?” You suggest, trying to help her out because you did not want to resort to killing immediately, after all, she did help you in a lot of things.

“If I was capable then I would've done it, there is no other way, and it seems I'd have to kill you too now, I cannot let my secret get out, what a shame, I liked you.” She says and comes closer to you, “Why would I tell anyone?” You question and she stops, confused. “It isn't beneficial to me with you gone, I just wanted you to stop killing that's all.” You tell her and she smirks, “So you're not going to be telling anyone?” she asks and you nod, “It would mean loss for me.” You tell her and she bursts out laughing and you stare at her confused.

“My lady, I knew you were always so interesting and unique, but this was far behind my expectations.” She says and comes closer to you, you take a few steps back before the back of your knees hit your bed, causing you to stumble and sit on it.

You stare at Alys as she looks at you from above and you felt as if your bad dream was coming true, her hands trail towards your neck and to the back of your head before she yanks your head backwards by your hair, exposing your neck. You breath heavily as you stare at her and she slowly bares her fags before biting down onto your neck and you gasp, gripping her shoulders, trying to push her away.

She sucks on your blood for a bit before pulling away and you stare at her wide eyed, her fangs now completely out as your blood drips from the side of her mouth. Her pupils look dilated, she wipes away the blood from the back of her hand and pushes you onto the bed completely.

“Alys– I command you to–”

“Hush princess, we both know that you want this. You think I haven't noticed the way you squirm in my presence? Your skirts don't do a good job at hiding the way you rub your thighs.” She shushes you, you stare at her bewildered. She places one knee onto the bed before slowly climbing it, you try to scurry back but she pulls you by your thigh and yanks you closer towards her, now she is face to face with you. Her arms placed on either side of you, trapping you in between her as she leaned further in before she captured your lips with her own.

Heat bloomed through your cheeks as she kissed you, she swiped her tongue on your bottom lip asking for entrance to which you allowed her, she wasted no time before pushing her tongue inside your mouth, intertwining it with your own.

You cringed at the metallic taste of your blood from before, but you didn't pull away and began kissing her back, she moaned into the kiss when she felt you reciprocating her actions, she pulled away and took deep breaths.

“You're so fucking pretty princess.” She kissed your cheek before trailing downwards to your neck and licked the spot which she had bit before and pressed a kiss to it, before going further down and pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“I know what you want, princess.” She undid the front lace of your gown and slowly pushed it down your shoulders, her eyes darkened as more of your body was revealed to her, she licked her lips at the sight of your breasts as she pulled your gown further down. You lifted your hips and helped her pull it off from you completely.

“Or should I say, My Queen?” You freeze at those words and you immediately stare at her face in shock, “That's treason.” You retort but she smirks, she caresses your cheek with her thumb before she brings it to your lips, pressing gently. “What's treason is your thought of usurping your own brother.” You gulp as she reveals what she knew and you remain silent, not denying it or agreeing with it. She tilts your head upwards before pressing her lips to yours once again.

The kiss gets heated once again, you tug at her gown, indicating that you want her to take it off but she pulls away and pushes your hand away gently, “Uh uh.” she says, denying you. You furrow your brows and are about to say something but you aren't able to get anything out when you feel her cup your cunt.

You watch her shift, travelling downwards your body and stare as she forces your legs wide open. Your heart begins to speed up, anticipation killing you while you observe her.

She presses a kiss to your inner thigh and without a warning, her mouth is latched on to your count which causes you to fall backwards in pleasure. She wastes no time and makes swift strokes with her tongue against your clit, you moan and whimper at her abuse to your cunt, your hand flies to grip her hair when you feel her bite you slightly, you push your hips forward while holding down her face to your cunt. Her arms around your thighs and she slightly lips your hips off the mattress.

Her tongue prods at your entrance and your eyes widen you feel her push it inside you, her nose nuzzling against your clit, she begins to bob her head in and out, fucking you with her tongue. She licks one long stripe up your cunt and latches herself onto your clit again and suckles on it.

This causes heat to bloom in your lower abdomen, making you gasp her name as you feel every inch of your body twitch in pleasure as your high hits you. You ride your orgasm out on her face and she slowly pulls away. Her lips were coated with your essence and she licks it all up, which further arouses you.

You watch through hooded eyes as she kisses up your stomach and stops in between your breasts, she presses a small kiss to the flesh of teat, and soon she's suckling on your nipple like a babe while staring at you.

You could do nothing but just observe, too caught up in the pleasure, you caress her hair which causes her to smirk as she lets go of your breast with a wet pop. She quickly bites down on the flesh of your breast, sinking her fangs in and sucking the blood out.

You grunt in pain but couldn't help but enjoy the slight pleasure you're getting from it. It feels comparable to when you scratch an itch. You breath heavily and you begin to feel light headed as your body finally registering the loss of blood you're experiencing, you slowly begin to lose consciousness but you are pulled away from it with a harsh slap to your cheek, making you come back to your senses as the adrenaline rushes to your brain.

You noticed that she was no longer drinking blood, but was removing her garments, undoing her clothes until she's bare just like you. Your eyes widened at the sight of her body, her pale body seemed to glow on its own.

You try to get up to feel her body but she pushes you down and shifts positions to where she's hovering above your face, you lick your lips staring at her cunt. She holds your head by your forehead before slowly descending down onto your mouth and you immediately welcome her clasping onto her.

She gasps as you work your tongue against her cunt, “Good girl.” She praises you and you clench your thighs at the praise, aroused by it. It doesn't go unnoticed by her as she chuckles.

“Who knew that the future queen gets aroused at merely being called a good girl?” She ponders mockingly and you freeze at what she had revealed. “Why did you stop?” She begins grinding herself against your face. “Is it because I had revealed that you'd be the future queen?” She asks and you wrap your arms around her thighs as a way to say yes.

“Hmm.. Yes, I'll only reveal more if you put your tongue to work.”

You did not need to hear more and you immediately began putting your tongue to work, flicking it up and down against her clit before sucking on it, the act is making you aroused yourself so you unwrap one of your hands from her thigh and take it down to your cunt, rubbing on the clitoris.

“I've seen it in my dreams.” She begins, slowly humping against your face, “You, donning the conqueror's crown, seated on the iron throne.” you imagined it and that only got you more aroused, you pushed a finger inside your cunt and began to pump it, in and out.

Alys whimpered when you clamped down on her clit, desperately sucking on it. “Yours will be the song of ice and fire.” She tells you and your eyes widen, at the very same moment she reaches her peak and finishes with a loud moan, you peak simultaneously as well.

She rides out her peak but all you can think about was what she had revealed, you felt elevated, combined with everything, you felt as though you were floating.

You watch as she gets off your face and sits next to you, you still lay there, processing and imagining it, “Will you be by my side?” You ask her, before slowing getting up, hair dishevelled as her juices coated your chin.

“Of course, who would father your children then?” Her words make you furrow your brows, “How? We're both women? that sounds illogical.” You try to reason and she smirks, “Do not fret about these things, I have my ways to do it.” She tells you and you nod, brushing it off.

You've seen many things that didn't make sense, having a child with her may as well be possible.

You knew whatever Alys had said would come true, and they did all come true, though it cost your brother's life, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as you slayed him with your own hands, deeming you a kinslayer, though the curse did not matter to you, cause you would be the ruler of the seven kingdoms for ages to come.

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-Alys will either be your bio mother or adopted. If you are born to Alys it is by her own choice. Likely she wanted a baby of her own. If you are adopted it is because your birth parents did not want you and left. Taking pity, Alys will take you in.

It was quiet in Harrenhal, the only noises those few that remained awake. Alys sat by the hearth holding a small squirming bundle. She gazed down at the baby's face, your eyes closed. One long finger caressed thin hair. Your shuffled slightly but other then that were still. Alys had always wanted a child but never had the chance. Now she did Alys felt a warmth in her. A feeling almost completely foreign. She's had little in her life, her mother gone, father pretending she did not exist, and any child she cared for taken once old enough. Now she finally had a baby to herself. Y/n yawned slightly and opened her wide eyes. A few snuffles was all that left her. "There there Y/n. Go back to sleep." Alys cooed.

- Your childhood is dominated by Alys. There are not many kids in Harrenhal and Alys trusts no one else with you. You are working at an early age as a maid. It was mostly menial tasks, your mother forbid you doing anything dangerous. She allowed you to have fun after work and play amongst the few children. However you never stayed long and went back to mother. Alys sewed a lot of toys for you. Your dresses as well were made of good quality. Because Alys was given so little as a child she made sure you wanted for nothing.

Alys noticed her daughter eyeing a toy bunny in shop. It was a cute thing, made of dark brown fur and buttons. Of course Y/n did not say it aloud, these things cost money. But Alys was not adverse to giving her daughter something. So when Y/n went back to her chores Alys popped into the shop and asked how much it was. Giving her a wary eye all the time, the shop keeper named the price. It was not too bad, and the toy of good quality. So she bought it. No doubt they would whisper that the bastard daughter would do some ill by it. How foolish they were. She found Y/n by the hearth finishing het sewing. At first Y/n did not bother looking up, so concentrated was she. Alys crept towards her daughter, toy in hand. "Y/n, I have something." Turning, you saw the toy you had been eyeing in her hands. Delighted, you took it with a thanks. Alys watched as you fawned over your new toy.

-You receive an advanced education for a girl your status. From the library Alys pilfers books and parchment. You are taught to read and write from a young age. Language foreign to Westeros is heard upon your tongue. Most important, magic. Alys teaches you all she know and shows you images from the flames. You learn of prophecies that have past, are happening and will happen. In the night two witches chant their spells, learning secrets beyond the knowledge of mortal men.

Everyone was asleep in Harrenhal. That was, unless one did not count the two witches wide awake. Your mother had crawn a circle out of chalk, symbols drawn with a white thin finger. Once done Alys knelt down, green dress fairing out behind. You stood back slightly. Not out of fear, but to learn. Alys said words none other but you two understood. Although Alys knew them on a much deeper level. At your young age there was still so much left to learn. So you watched and memorized her actions. When younger you had always feared that guards would burst in and cart you two off for witchcraft. But now you knew mother would always be there to protect. From the center came a ghostly apparition. Its skeletal body twisting and turning grotesquely. Anyone else would have fled. But you were so used to stranger things that little fazed you. It leaned towards your mother and whispered something soft. Then it was gone. "What did it say?" Alys turned and smiled. "He is coming."

-When war broke out you never left Alys's side. She kept you near at all times. Days grew darker and all knew bloodshed would find itself at Harrenhal. Alys continues teaching you magic. When Daemon came to Harrenhal Alys kept you inside. Afterwards Alys is even more vigilante over your protection. Alys drew symbols around the door, telling you that no one but you two would be able to enter. The days grew darker and your mother spun her web.

Prince Aemond came astride his great beast Vhaegar. You and Alys knew first, sensed him, smelt him on the air. "Y/n, go to our room.' Obeying, you waited. A few times you heard a thunderous knock at the door. Someone took a heavy object and tried to break it down. Nothing worked and you were safe. Unfortunately you were not spared the screams because you could hear them. Men, women and children crying out. Sitting on the bed you tried to block them out with little success. When the door finally did open it was your mother. Without a word you flung yourself into her arms. "It's alright Y/n. We are safe."

-Others may have feared her, but to you Alys was everything. For the next few days your mother had you stay in the room. When you asked what had happened she said "everything is well". Trusting, you stayed. A week later she finally lets you out. Prince Aemond terrifies you. It is not his actions (Alys would have torn him apart if that happened), but his general presence. There was something dark within this young man that unsettled you greatly. Sometimes he would look at you but say nothing. But Alys seemed unworried and he seemed to like you mother. The change was odd. You no longer had to work as a maid but were allowed to solely dwell on studying. Your dresses were nicer as well. Dinner was sometimes taken with the Prince and your mother. It was a strange new world.

You stayed by your mothers side, small hand clinging to her dress. This room once belonged to the lord of this castle, however you had never stepped inside. Standing in front of you was a rather tall man. Or rather he looked so tall to a young girl such as yourself. He looked down his pointed nose, silver Targaryen hair framing a narrow face. His one eye made you shrink. Aemond Targaryen, prince, rider of Vhaegar and kinslayer. "How old is she?" "Eight. But my daughter is not given to childish exploits. So do not mistaken her for an invalid." Alys's grip tightened on you. Feeling safe by your mothers side you looked up at her. Alys showed no fear in the face of a man who had slain his own nephew. Your mother had faced more terrifying forces than this mortal man.

-You did not like Aemond. At least at first. He terrified you, and his monopolization of your mothers attentions brought jealousy to the surface. Aemond had very little to do with you. Alys had become more protective, keeping you by her side. Now that the castle was under Aemond's control (and by association hers) Alys took this opportunity to teach you magic more freely. None would dare to speak of the witch and her daughter (at least not yet. One day you were sitting outside, the light in your palms gently floating. It was liberating to conjure in the open with no worries of getting caught. Someone approached but you ignored them, thinking it was your mother. It was only when they spoke that you realized it was Aemond. Immediately you jumped up, the light disappearing in a thin trail of smoke. Aemond seemed apprehensive, but eventually asked if you wanted to ride on Vhaegar. Looking to the dragon, you were not entirely sure it was safe. But curiosity won.

Lets just say when you and Aemond finally got back down Alys was there. Yup. Aemond was fucked.

You should have been far more terrified. Vhaegar was enormous and even a claimed dragon was no pet. She turned her steely eyes upon you. Likely, it was Aemond's presence that stopped her from turning you into a snack. "Have you ever ridden with anyone else?" It would make you feel better if you knew he'd done this with someone else before. "Yes. My sister and your mother." Well, if your mother had done it, then dragon riding was not too bad. Right? After a tiring climb you reached the top of Vhaegar. Already you were well off the ground. Aemond who had been right behind you adjusted a harness around your waist. With one call Vhaegar was in the sky.

It was the most terrifying and terrific sensation of your life. High in the clouds you had never been so close to death. Never before had you witnessed such a view. Above Westeros you flew. "This is what it must feel like to be a god." You thought. Eventually Aemond decided it was time to land. And waiting in the courtyard was Alys.

Oh shit.

-Your mother began to show signs of illness one morning. At first you were unworried. But time when on and still your mother was ill. You tried to help, providing drafts and good foods. Still, your mothers condition stayed, neither worse or better. Finally, your mother one day came with a surprise. She was expecting a child.

"Probably an upset stomach." You thought. As the days passed by however, you began to worry. Not only was your mother nauseous, but unnaturally exhausted and complained of pains and aches. Finally Alys brought out her box and asked you to wait outside. Nervously you paced outside the door. After a few minutes, which felt like an hour, Alys let you back in. Instead of grief or worry a jubilant smile adorned her face. When you asked if she was well your mother pulled you into a hug. "Oh Y/n it is the best new. I am excepting!"

-You were excited for another sibling. Over the months you had warmed to Aemond (somewhat), so having him as the father was not so bad. Everyone had to leave Harrenhal and a cottage became home. You helped assemble a nursery and look after your mother. So busy were you that the war seemed a distant conflict. There was peace for a time. Unfortunately reality came crashing down in the form of Daemon Targaryen. Heavily pregnant, your mother said it was time to go. All three of you were forced on Vhaegar to meet Aemond. When you landed there he was, the Rouge Prince and his dragon. He helped you and Alys off. "She see's much and more, my Alys." With a kiss for Alys and a pat on the head for you, he was off. The two dragons circled one another. Your mother grabbed your hand and ordered you to follow, Into the forest both of you went. When you asked what was happening Alys told you to be quiet. Into the woods both of you went, the witch of Harrenhal and the little sprite.

Everything was deadly quiet. Your mother huffed and puffed ahead, the baby behind a strain. Frequently you looked back and above. In a rather short period of time the two of you were well away from Aemond. Suddenly with an almighty thud something hit the ground. Like an enormous hammer was slammed into the earth. The both of you nearly fell over. It was only because your mother had a hard grip that you managed to fall down. For a few moments the two of you stood there. A feeling heavier than an anvil settled on your soul. For a moment you were no longer there, but above looking down on a scene of carnage. Two dragons lay in the river, shattered ground beneath. Then suddenly you were underwater. Vhaegar's harness was still attached to its dragon, and rider. The sapphire glinted in his socket. Coming back, you were on the ground. Your mother's terrified face was all you could see.

You rush inside the lobby and slam the doors behind you. Your throat hurts, you didn’t realize how much adrenaline was in your body before it all left you. Water dripped from your hair and clothes and you held your hands up. They had been cut up and bruised from grabbing onto the pipe. “Fuck..!” You gasp, the pain invading your body as you quickly look behind the counter and find a first aid kit.

You grabbed the box before limping over to the kitchen and locking the door behind you. It was dark and eerie, your only saving grace was the luminous light that shone from the sides of the tiled walls of the kitchen, the steel countertops and white porcelain tiles did little to comfort you as you set the box down and took out the bandages.

You put the cotton pads against the worst cuts of your fingers before wrapping your hands up. However, it was only when you were wrapping your hands up did you notice that the pinkie on your right hand was awkwardly crooked.

You bit your lip as you took hold of your pinkie and snapped it back into place. “Agh!” You cried, sinking against the on of the counter and holding your hand tightly, “Mommy…!”You whimpered, letting your tears slip from your eyes. You wanted your mother. You just wanted your mother, was that too much to ask for?

Your first big trip away from home as an adult, away from your doting parents and you were being hunted by a couple of psycho’s who held your friends hostage. Why didn’t you guys just go in the morning? So what if there was traffic? Anything beats being in this hotel.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you just wanted to ignore it, hid out til the morning and wait until the storm cleared so you could call the police. But you knew well enough that time wasn’t on your side, you couldn’t let your friends remain in danger. You had to save them.

You took your phone out of your pocket and looked at the new notification

‘Go to room 209’

You sighed and wiped your tears away, crying would do you no good, you had to solve these spirits quarries if you were gonna help your friends. You stood up and unlocked the door to the kitchen and peeked out the kitchen door. 

No one in sight.

You sprinted to the elevators and quickly pressed the button. The elevator doors opened and you quickly stepped inside, you pressed the button for level two and the doors shut. You fidgeted around your fingers, hoping to god neither Aemond nor Alys were on this floor. Now that you thought about it, you should have looked through the kitchen for a knife or something.

All the fear and adrenaline bubbling within you was making you lack rational thought, you didn’t do well under pressure.

The doors opened and you looked down the hallways before running, keeping your back to the wall, the place was silent, you could assume no one was on the floor but you wouldn’t chance it.

You found room 209 around the corner, you sprinted for the door and opened it quickly before locking yourself inside. You could hear the shuffling of clothes and the grunts of a female who sounded most displeased. “What do you want Daemon?!” Said the voice.

You looked over at the bed and saw a woman, her hair was cut short, her skin was olive color and her suit was a dark brown. She wasn’t folding her clothes neatly though, she was shoving everything into her suitcase.

“Daemon…?” You say to yourself.

“You won’t stop me Daemon, after everything we’ve been through, I catch you in bed with your fucking NEICE of all people…! You sick fuck.. My lawyer will-”

“What will your lawyer do, Rhea?”

You look beside you to see a man in a suit. He was dornish with his tan skin and luscious black hair. He wore a fine suit with a clear overcoat on him. She turned around quickly with a surprised look and gulped. “Mr Cole..”

“Please, Rhea, call me Criston.” He said, walking toward her. “Just… what are you doing?” He asked.

“Isn’t it obvious..? I’ve put up with him for five years now and he betrays me for a child…? His own niece..! Its disgusting and perverse, I can’t be with a man who wants his own brother’s child..!”

“I couldn’t agree more, Daemon is a disgusting sloth of a man whose greed never ends.”

“When I’m done with him…. He’ll never be able to show his face in broad daylight again! Everyone will know what type of person he is..!”

“Wouldn’t you also be exposing…. Her as well?”

“That girl is eighteen years old…! She knows full well what she’s doing is wrong and she still did it anyway! She’s just as bad as him!” 

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Rhea.” the woman scoffed looking up at the man with a new disdain in her eyes. “And tell me, Criston. How is it you intend to stop me-”

You didn’t even notice the knife in Criston’s hand before it was too late. He had slashed at Rhea's throat, she looked shocked, grabbing her bleeding throat, unable to say a word as Criston pushed her down and began to stab her.

You stood there, your mouth agape in shock as Criston stabbed the woman multiple times, you could see the pain in her eyes, unable to scream for help as the man on top of her was murdering her. She looked in your direction and for a minute, you thought she might have been asking for your help.

You knew there was no saving her, she was already dead.

It was a horrific sight as he would plunge the knife into her body, over and over again. He wore his raincoat and a pair of gloves. This was a premeditated murder. He had come up to her room with the very intention to kill her.

He huffed before standing up and wiped his gloves against the coat. “Don’t worry Rhea… I’ll see to it that you get your revenge on Daemon. One way, or another..” Both of their bodies vanished within the blink of an eye.

You could only assume from all the pieces you had gathered so far. That this Criston guy was the one who murdered Daemon’s wife, the same Daemon whose brother was Viserys, the owner of the hotel. A burning question you had was if Criston and Otto were in on it together or did Otto slander his name because he really believed that Daemon did it. But you had to wonder, if these are all spirits, is Aemond really the one who killed them all? These Adults?

How old was he when he killed them..?

Another notification buzzed onto your phone. ‘Go to the ballroom on the ground floor’

You shoved your phone into your pocket and looked through the peephole, time to make your way there.

Evading psycho’s like the pro you were, you had made it past Aemond and Alys as quietly and as stealthy as you could. 

The elevator doors opened as you jogged through the ground floor until you found yourself one again in the ballroom. You found a young woman, playing Clair de lune on the grand piano. There was a sadness about the woman you couldn’t describe. She was very beautiful, A heart shaped face with bright lilac eyes and long silver gold hair . She wore a ruby red dress with a string of pearls, rings decorated her fingers as her eyes kept to the piano.#

She mindlessly played the piano, you don’t know why, but her sadness made you feel sad.

“After all these years, not once have I ever heard you mess up.” Criston laughed as he climbed up the steps of the stage. You feared for the girl’s safety. He killed Rhea, who's to say he won’t hurt her next…? “Listening to you play is one of my many great joys in life.” He smiled, taking her hand of the keys before kissing her fingers and kneeling down beside her.

“I can’t stay here…. There's nothing left for me here..” The girl said, putting her hands in her lap.

“What do you mean?” He asked, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“My mother is dead… my uncle has been sent to prison for a crime he is not guilty of… and Alicent..!” She choked, like she was trying to hold back tears.

“It must be a great shock, learning that she is carrying your father’s child.” Criston said calmly, knowing what she must be implying.

“Everyone in this godforsaken place has wronged me..! My father.. My friend… fucking Otto Hightower..!” She spat, clenching her fingers, standing up quickly from her stool. She grabbed her skirts so she could walk properly without the fear of tripping. “I must leave for my own sake..!”

“Wait! Rhaenyra!” Criston gasped as grabbing her hand and pulled her back to him. “Please…. I need you.. Don’t leave me!”

She snatched her hand away and sniffled. “Don’t leave you….? There was never a me and you, there was only me and Daemon…!” She huffed.

“Daemon was your uncle! Can’t you see what he was trying to do!? No man in his right mind tries to have his niece, he was grooming you! I know he got into your head, he was a married man crying out loud, can’t you not see the red flags he was sporting!?”

“Me and Daemon…” She  growled. “We're one in the same. Daemon only married Rhea because she got pregnant, after she lost her baby, he no longer had a reason to stay but she threatened to make him look bad if he left her! Daemon…. He was there for me when my mother died…!”

Now her water works were opened, as she began to have pristine tears fall down her face.

“After father started drinking… he was the only one who could make me smile, not you or Alicent…him! Me and Daemon… we were always meant to burn together…. Now… I’ll never see him again…. My one true love…”

“So… that night..? That one night we spent together….? It meant nothing to you..?” He asked.

“It did.” She answered honestly. “When my little brother passed away, I was all alone, no one thought to comfort me, I didn’t lose a child but I lost a sibling I was desperate to have. You helped me when no one else could. You were my first and I will always be grateful for the relationship we had but…. I love Daemon… and it's always going to be Daemon..”

“Rhaenyra…!” Criston fell to his knees, his head low. “I love you! I can give you everything I have… please!” He begged.

“You have nothing I want.” She sighed before she walked off the stage and past you.

What freaked you out wasn’t the fact that Criston acted like he had nothing to do with Daemon’s arrest and Rhea’s death, nor was it the fact that he was so desperate to have Rhaenyra.

But the fact that the Rhaenyra. The one you saw right now, looked just like your mother. You slapped yourself in the face “Get it together.” You said to yourself.

Your mother was Valyrian, there are loads of Valryians, technically, you were also a Valyrian. You had the Valyrian purple eyes like so many other people of the Valyria region, yet your father’s black hair overpowered your mother’s white hair.

Not only that, Rhaenyra, Rhaella, Rhaena, Rhaenys, Rhaesa, Rhaenerys, all of these were common Valyrian names that Valyrian girls had.Beside, your mother never kept any photos from her youth, she told you all that she grew up in an orphanage.

You huffed, your mother wouldn’t lie to you, she never lied to you.

Your phone buzzed and you looked at the notification.

‘Go to the office on the ground floor’ it said.

You huffed and looked around. What would they show you next?

You made it to the office, two large double glass doors, the walls were made of glass as well, making it very easy to see inside the office. Perhaps it was to also give off the effect that they had nothing to hide if the manager’s office could be seen by everyone inside.

Everything inside looked incredibly neat, possibly the way Aemond likes it considering he was now the owner of the hotel. However, you didn’t see anything at first, you were more or less confused about why the ghosts weren’t popping up yet-

“Little mouse~!” You heard a voice call out.

“Fuck…!” You whisper, running down the hall to a set of tall windows where they had curtains dropping down from either side. You hide yourself behind the curtains and wait til you hear Alys bare feet against the tiled ground. 

“Little mouse….. (Y/n), come on out and play~” She said as she strutted down the corridor, keeping an eye out for you. You felt your heart race in your chest, you just hoped and prayed to the seven that no notification would bling on your phone or the key in your pocket jiggle. 

“You hurt me really badly you did! Stomping on my fingers like that, you’ve got Aemond really riled up, but I’ll tell you what. You come out now, and tell us how very sorry you are and I promise, I’ll convince Aemond to lighten your punishment, naughty girls like yourself need a good spanking.”

You hear her walk past you continuing down the corridor.

“Aemond can be very forgiving, as long as you make yourself scarce before him, you’re just the kind of girl he likes, the type his mother would have been proud of, hehe.. hahahahaha!”

You peeked from behind the curtains as she turned the corner. You waited, you wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time. You waited, and waited, and waited.

Until you heard a door open and close. You could no longer hear the footsteps of Alys barefeet. You left the safety of the curtains and went back towards the office. Only there, you saw Criston again. Only, he looked alot older, and he held a knife to a young boy's neck.

“ALICENT! OPEN THE DOOR!” He roared.

You saw Alicent herself, face riddled with tears as she stood behind the desk in the office. “Please! Don’t do this Criston! Not my baby! Not my sweet boy!” She begged. The boy in question looked absolutely terrified. His purple eyes, begging his mother to save him.

“I didn’t want things to GO this way! Everything I’ve ever done up to this point was for you! God damn it, I loved you!” He barked.

“You killed Rhea Royce! If it weren’t for you, Daemon would have never been sent to prison! You are the author of everything terrible that has ever happened to this family! If it weren’t for you….. I’d still have Rhaenyra!” She shouted.

“Don’t you speak her name ever again! If it weren’t for Daemon, I’d have Rhaenyra, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation!”

“You are a murderer Criston! I trusted you, why?! How could you do this to me?!”

“Open the door Alicent! We can continue on as normal, we can pretend… this never happened…!” He tried to reason, but the only look Alicent had on her face was disgust.

“The police are on their way Criston!, they know everything, just let Daeron go and surrender peacefully!”

“What…?” Criston muttered, you saw Criston’s face morph from shock to disbelief. From sadness.. To rage.”

“Damn you….!” he growled before pulling the blade across the young boy's neck.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” Alicent screamed as her son fell to the ground. You covered your mouth as Daeron’s blood began to pool at your feet. Criston tossed the boy's body to the side before he began to bashed his body against the door. “LET ME IN!” He roared

“Daeron!” Alicent cried.

Just then Aemond and Alys appeared from around the corner. “COLE!” Aemond roared when he saw his brother’s dead body. He jumped onto the older man’s back and tackled him to the ground. “Don’t get in my way boy!” Criston said, wrestling Aemond’s grip off him, yet the silver haired boy continued his attack. “You bastard! How dare you!?” He roared.

“Aemond! Be careful!” His mother screamed. You watched the two men fight one another. Aemond was able to get Criston to release his weapon, it slipped from his grasp and fell across the floor. Aemond punched Cristion and he himself retaliated by punching Aemond in the gut, winding him

Alys grabbed the knife from the floor and stabbed the man in the side. “Craven!” She screamed. Criston’s attention then focused on Alys, he smacked the knife out of her hand before grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the wall. “Fucking whore…!” He snarled.

Aemond grabbed the knife before stabbing Criston in the back. The man gasped, releasing Alys and falling to the ground, Aemond got on top of the injured man before bringing the blade upon him, stab after stab.

So far, that was the second person Aemond had killed. “Are they showing me these visions in the order Aemond killed? Or is it something else?” You said as the vision disappeared.

“There you are!” You spun around and saw Alys standing at the end of the hall. This time, she was holding a very large kitchen knife. “Surrender and we won’t hurt you…. Much.” She giggled.

“Fuck. That!” You squeal before bolting off. You took off running, you could hear her bare feet smack against the ground as you head towards. “Come here (Y/n)!” Alys yelled behind you. You ran towards the lobby, you had to get to the stairs, of the-

The elevator doors opened. Walking into the Lobby was Aemond himself. You skidded across the floor, falling onto your butt. The man smirked, seeing you on the floor. “Well well, what do we have here?” You quickly jumped to your feet before running the other way.

To your misfortune, Alys was coming your way. “Stop her!” She yelled.

She waved the knife and all but slipped past her.

“AGH!” You felt the knife cut through the sleeve of your jumper and slice your skin. You just continued to run, away from the sound of their approaching footsteps. You ran back down the hallway where you originally were, past the office, the curtained windows until you rounded the corner.

You only saw a single door to your right, you attempted to put the key inside the lock, but you couldn’t fit it inside. “Shit!” You gasped, looking inside the lock, it was stuffed with tissue, making it impossible to get it inside.

“Look at her, all dressed up.” Alys said, turning the corner with Aemond. You backed up, you had found yourself in a dead end. “And nowhere to go.” Aemond replied. You shivered, holding your injured arm as they continued their approach.

“Please… don’t do this..” You muttered.

“Oh what was that? You must forgive me, my hearing isn’t all that good today, would you be so kind as to repeat that in a louder voice?” The older man mocked. Alys twirled the knife she had in her hand, observing the blood on the blade before giving it a lick.

“What do you people want from us?!” You screamed, they looked at each other before looking at you. “Oh, we just want you, (Y/n). we could care less about your friends.” Aemond spoke.

“Then why get them involved…? We haven’t done anything to you!” You cried.

“True, but what you did or didn’t has nothing to do with why we’re doing this. Just know, that if you behave.. Be a good little girl for us, nothing bad will happen to you~” Alys said.

“Like I’m supposed to believe that!” You barked.

“Fair enough, but you really don’t have a choice in this matter, do you? You can decide if you want to walk or be dragged by the hair, it's really up to you..” Aemond chuckled

You were fucked! You haven’t even saved your friends yet..! What were you going to do?! What could you do-

*Bling*

You heard the notification go off on your phone.

“Did someone just message you?” Aemond asked. You pulled your phone slowly from your pocket and checked it.

‘Go down the laundry chute at the end of the hall! It’ll be your only chance of escape!’ 

“Yes..” You said.

“How is that possible? With the storm, no one should be able to make phone calls!” Alys said in a hushed voice.

“Who did you text…?!” Aemond growled as you shoved your phone back into your pocket. “Your mom bitch!” You screamed before running down to the end of the hallway and swung the chute open. “Aemond!” Alys screamed.

“NO!” Aemond roared, realizing what you were about to do. You got in head first and let your body fall through. “UGGGHHH!!!!!” You screamed as you free fell in the darkness.

Falling, falling and falling.

Until you landed into a large laundry trolley, old bed sheets and table covers cushioning your fall.

You had found yourself in a laundry room, washing machines, dryers, ironing boards and cabinets filled with fabric softener and detergent. You climb out of the trolley and look around using the flashlight on your phone. It was dark, too dark for your liking. “Jeez…” The door sat in front of you, thankfully it was unlocked.

You left the room and looked around the empty hallways of the basement. It was desolate and creepy and you psychically shivered. You had to get out of here, but this place looked like a maze. Aemond and Alys know you will be down here so they’ll be coming to the place, looking for you. 

Trekking down the hall, you saw the names of all the rooms on each door. “Employees dressing room” “The boiler room” “Files and Documents” “Storage room 1” “Storage room 2”

One door stood at the end of the hallway

“Managers Only.”

Maybe Aemond was hiding something in here that could prove vital to your escape, inserting the key, the door unlocked and you opened it.

You wished to god that you hadn’t opened it.

“What the hell….?” You gaped, looking around the room. The wall was painted black, dark stained cabinets lined the walls and in the center of the tiled floors was a red symbol of the Lord of the seven Hells.

Red candles illuminated in the room, dripping down onto the floor. Tomes and scrolls sat in large piles in the two corners of the room, a skeleton hung from the ceiling, strung up by wires and on some shelves, they were filled with multiple organs floating in jars filled with murky water.

“What the fuck is this place….?” Psychopaths were one thing, but fucking devil worshipers? Nah. You shut yourself in and look around the room, the room felt wrong, not just with the skeleton and the organs and the demonic symbols plastered to the walls and symbols on the floor. 

Many people died in this room, you could feel it in your bones.

Wandering over to the center of the room was a black lectern holding a large time with a green ribbon in the center of the page. You decided to look, what would be the harm of seeing what was in the page?

The text you saw was written in High Valyrian. Now, you could speak a bit of Valyrian, after all, your mother was Valyrian but reading it? Nope, you fell short on that, no matter how hard you tried. Now, it was the picture next to it that concerned you.

It was the picture of a great monstrous beast, it looked like Vhagar but there was a difference in the shape of its head and color. While Vhagar’s muzzle looked longer with a droopy chin with green scales, this one was pure black with a powerful jaw, horns that stuck upwards and most likely twice as large as Vhagar.

“Just… what the fuck is this thing..?” You muttered.

“Alys! Wait for me!” You heard Aemond’s voice call. You nearly tripped over yourself before rushing over to one of the cabinets in the room and fitting yourself inside. Alys and Aemond’s footsteps could be heard, the door swung open and the two entered the room.

“I didn’t expect her to be so slippery… What is she trying to do?” Alys said.

“Your guess is as good as mine, but as far I’m concerned, she doesn’t know where her friends are.” Aemond responded, you looked through the crack in the cabinet door. Aemond approached the book on the lectern and hummed. “This creature, it looks like Vhagar..”

“That… my darling is the black dread… Belarion.” She whispered, creeping over to him.

“I thought I could only link with one dragon at a time.”

“That's where the girl comes in, Aemond. She is of your blood.”

“But we still don’t know how exactly she is related to me. Is she my uncle’s child?”

“Either way, you both have common ancestors… Aegon and Rhaenys.”

“Yes, the brother and sister who were great Valyrian sorcerers who could summon creatures from the other world.”

“They were able to keep their hold on these creatures thanks to their pure Valyrian magic, this beast is great and powerful and this girl is the key to it.”

“You would have her control the black dread then?”

“Yes, she would be linked to Belarion, but we could have her forsake control to you.”

“That is possible?”

“I am certain.”

Aemond huffed before looking towards the skeleton hung up by the wires, you hoped he would not see you peeking from behind the cabinet door. “And what then? We keep her here as a prisoner for the rest of her life?” Alys giggled, closing the book fully. “No, she still has a purpose to fulfill.”

“And what purpose would that be, my dear?”

“You are the blood of the dragon, so is she. Put a babe in her belly, Belarion and Vhagar will follow suit.”

You had to physically stop yourself from gagging. Listening to the silence before Aemond responded.

“You would turn me… into my brother. Aegon liked to drag Helaena off into the broom closet so no one could hear her screams, you would me do the same. Commit incest with a girl whose blood relation I am still not clear about.”

The woman giggled, fondling Aemond shoulders. “Do you fear being a monster….? I hate to break it to you but you already fall into that category. Besides, as far as she’s concerned, you are a stranger. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Yes… she’s being kidnapped, raped and will be forced to carry your babies but hey… atleast she won’t know its incestuous. That's totally too far.”

The woman walked out of the room, her laughs echoing against the corridors

“Damn…” Aemond snarls before stomping out of the room. You on the other hand are completely horrified. Are you and Aemond related? You and him? How the hell does he even know that? How does Alys know that? You’ve only met these people!

You crawled out of the cabinet, trying to get your breath back after holding it in for too long.

“It can’t be…. It can’t..” You whimper..

You felt for the phone in your pocket before snatching it up and unlocking it, you deserved some fucking answers. Shaking as you type, having to delete some mistakes you made as you were overcome with a flurry of emotions.

“Are…. we…. Related…?”  You typed out, not really knowing what else to say to these ghosts.

It took a few minutes for the ghosts to reply, maybe they were contemplating whether to tell you the truth or not. Maybe they were just as clueless.

‘In the penthouse, there is a file cabinet with all of the family’s private documents in the room of red vintage wallpaper.’

Finally, for once they weren’t being fucking vague..time to find out what the hell was going on.

They weren’t in the lobby, that was good. You pressed the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. Once they ‘binged’ open, you stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The beds of your nails were bloody and sore at this point which was a shame. You had just had them filed the other day and polished with a deep pinkish red color with a shimmer of glitter.

The doors opened, you bolted down the halls, not wanting to waste anymore time that you already had. You unlocked the doors to the penthouse and shut yourself in and locked the doors. 

Once again, you found yourself in the dragon’s den.

You walked along the corridor, opening each door, each wall paper was different from the last. Some didn’t have wallpaper, just paint.

Some were just tiled bathrooms, others were just barons of any color.

The last room you checked had double doors as well, you opened the door up and found the room you were looking for. An old bedroom by the looks of it, lots of boxes and an antique future littered the room, it was filled to the brim with old stuff which made you question, ‘Why not just have it all cleared out?’

The air in the room was stuffy and dusty, like no one had entered the room in a long time.

You spotted the file cabinet right next to an old vanity which lay right beside an old bed. You pulled out the Cabinets and looked for the one person you knew you had to find. R…. R… R…..R….

“Rhaenyra Targaryen…..” You whispered, One thing you knew for certain, your mother’s maiden name was Targaryen before she married your father and became Rhaenyra Strong.

Her parents were Viserys Targaryen and Aemma Arryn, you searched through the cabinet some more until you found Viserys’ file. Married twice, First to Aemma Arryn and having two children, Rhaenyra Targaryen and Baelon Targaryen who died shortly after Child birth.

Then his second marriage to Alicent Hightower who gave him three sons and one daughter.

One of those sons was called Aemond Targaryen.

“No…No…No..NO!” You wailed, gripping your hair, tugging it at its roots. Your first question was why? Why did your mother lie to you about all this? You grew up believing she was an orphan. Was she trying to protect you from all this? It would still make some sense though.

After she ran away, she needed money. Become a ring girl, earn a few bucks and meet your future husband as he fights in the ring. Did dad know? Did he know of mom’s past or was he just as clueless as you were. Whats worse is that you know that your own mother was fucking her uncle. It made you sick.

And now… your uncle wants to fuck you!

“Look at what the cat dragged in.” You turned around slowly and saw Aemond standing there with a grin on his face. He looked like he was alone. You stood up from the ground and faced him. “You are my uncle.” You said.

“Am I?” He responded.

“My mother is Rhaenyra Targaryen, your father’s daughter from his first marriage.” You muttered as he stepped into the room. “I had an inkling that might be the case, but I knew I could be wrong. My father often talked about her… Rhaenyra, his precious first born who surprisingly was loved more than his own sons. He talked about her all the time and completely forgot about the children he had currently and … you know…. The ones who didn’t abandon him.”

“Aemond….” You huffed, lifting your arms. “We don’t have to do this. Alys got into your head… this is why this is happening.”

He chuckled, stepping forward, “And what would you know or us? Do you assume she controls my strings like a puppet?”

“I know she’s been fucking you since you were a teenager.. And I know for a fact she’s a lot older than she looks.”

Why did you say that? Why the fuck did you say that? His face went red.

“How… the fuck did you know that?” He growled, approaching.

“Aemond… it wasn’t your fault. She groomed you, what she did wasn’t right. I know you.. You love her, that's why you killed your grandfather… right-”

A hand encircles your throat before you're slammed against a wall, his face directly up in yours, his single eye staring at you, gazing at you, trying to dissect you. “I asked you… how did you know this?”

His fingers tighten around your throat, you feel tears leak from your eyes as you stare up at your ‘Uncle’.

“Please… Aemond. You’re not well… and you haven’t been well for a long time. You’ve done a lot of terrible things…. But it's not too late to right these wrongs… i-if you want.. I can help you…. You have to get away from Alys… she’ll only keep using you-”

“Hahahahaha!” He laughed, your words only seemed to humor him.

“Alys? Use me? Niece,  I am the one who pursued her. Not the other way around. Everything I have ever done has been of my own volition, I am not someone who can be ‘used’. I do the ‘using’.” He smirked, his temper seemed to lighten as he took a knuckle and brushed it down the side of your cheek. “But, it is adorable, seeing you appeal to my humanity… you’re a good little girl, aren't you? Always so polite for mommy, eating all your greens…. Like a rabbit, aren’t you?”

You were so fucking terrified, you knew what he had in store for you, yet you didn’t want to say, in case it would entice him further. But your friends, they still needed you.

“Aemond… you only need me. Let my friends go…. Let them go and I swear, I make sure none of them says a word about this… you can have me- just!.. Just let them go… please… They don’t deserve this…!” You cried, looking into his eyes, you didn’t want to show weakness but you were frozen, like you couldn’t do anything but beg.

“By the seven…..” Aemond whispered, brushing back your dark locks, staring into your Valyrian purple eyes. Something changed with the look in his eye. “You are so… fucking adorable when you cry… do it some more.”

Without warning, he sent a curled fist into your stomach, you let out a scream of pain before you let go. You crumbled to the carpeted floor, holding your tummy as you wailed of pain and fear. “P-PLEASE! Please Aemond! I’ll do anything…! Just don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me..!” You sobbed, backing up against the bed, his deranged smile only continued to grow.

“You have no idea how turned on I get when I watch you run from me, seeing the panic on your face… the tears in your eyes… it only makes the sensation even more euphoric when I catch you… my rabbit… my little bunny running away from the big bad wolf…”

This was something new for Aemond, a primal urge he had never had until meeting you. The power he had over you, while you could do nothing but run and hide and cry made his shaft harden so much, he no longer felt contempt for what Alys said.

He grabbed you by the hair and forced your face up against his crotch. You gasped in horror as you felt his large erection stretch from beneath his trousers, the outline of his hardness clear. “Look at this niece, look at how hard you’re making me. Can you see it? See how my cock is about to burst from the seams?”

“Aemond please…!” You gasped.

“I’m going to fill you with bastards over and over again until your womb can no longer handle child birth… wouldn’t you like that?” He threw you back onto the floor before shoving your face down and pulling your hips up off the ground. You felt his covered hardness make contact with your clothed cunt before he slowly began to grind it against you, you let a moan slip from your lips as a few more tears leaked from your eyes.

“You and I belong together… it could be like this every day… filling you with my seed.. Hehe… watching a babe grow inside you… your tits swelling inside you… making you my bitch.”

You felt yourself go wet down there in your private areas which made you sob more. You couldn’t do this. You didn’t want to lose your v-card now, you wanted to wait until you found the right person! Until you fell in love and knew he was the man you’d be with for the rest of your life, not your deranged psychopath uncle!

What made this all worse was that you were enjoying the ministations he induced onto you. It made you feel sick to your stomach.

“How about… I give you a quick fuck before Alys comes up here? I know you’re not experienced in this field but do bear with me… for I will make you the mother of my children.”

You couldn’t let it end like this! No, he can’t get it his way! You wouldn’t let him…! But how..?!

You heard him unbuckle his pants, the humor in his voice did not let up as he reached around your waist to undo your belt. In between the cabinet and the vanity, you saw an old cane stuck in between the two objects, you reached for the cane, grabbing it firmly before you whacked it across Aemond face,

“AAAGGGHHH!!!!” He roared in pain, his eye patch falling off as he held his face. “You cunt! You stupid cunt!” He roared. You got out from beneath him and got to your feet, as you did, he opened one of his eyes, you screamed in horror at the sight of his other eye.

It was by no means a human eye, but one that looked like it belonged to a demon, a dilated pupil surrounded by a sapphire pond of dark blue. You ran out of the room and slammed the door closed behind you, running out into the foyer.

You quickly unlocked the front doors before running into the dining room and hiding under the large table. You heard Aemond’s footsteps thunder down the hallway, you saw him go by you and out the front door. “(Y/N)! GET BACK HERE!” He roared, running out of the penthouse to track you down.

You let out a sigh of relief. A notification buzzed on your phone, you looked at it and it was the ghost’s giving you the next location.

‘Go to the inner courtyard.’

“So what? You’re just going to let him do this?”

“What other choice do we even have?”

The hushed whispers of the two old lovers rumbled through their tired throats. Tears of anger seeped her vision, cutting short her broad horizon. When Alys still refused to linger, her voice rose to a contorted scream. “You’re just going to let him bed you?”

Her steps ceased into a halt. The brunette transfixed her with her aching stare, and merely pursed her lips together. “I’m doing this for you – for us.”

“Are you?”

Aemond Targaryen ruined her life when he breached the walls of Harrenhal. And due to his impending lust, her life had never been the same.

Alys, truly, had been smarter – ever the conniving woman, she jumped fast into his bed. Disregarded the years spent in her comely and enwrapping presence, and the promises they had once made.

When the Kinslayer had called upon her, the girl seethed with ablazing rage. She took a hold of the full and hefty wine pouch – the crude excuse Aemond had used, just to draw her closer yet –, and ploddingly ascended the slim and narrow set of stairs, in the steadfast favour of reaching his chambers.

Alys’ elated moans drew narrow blades into her heart. She had reached the wooden door, yet remained enthralled in place. Tears simmered down her cheeks, as choler outrage and futore aggression protruded through her skin and veins.

“Your wine, Your Grace.”

The words which heaved out of her mouth were not her own to recognise. Her eyes closed in vern lividity, as the pair stopped their rasp-long moans – if only for a little bit, the quiet's been a short-lived blessing –, and the Prince Regent’s leaden steps resounded in the quiet room.

Half expecting to surprise him naked – and wholeheartedly precise with that –, her cumbrous neck moved to the side, bringing forth her hair in vision, and blocking the path to his devout discretion.

“I asked for a cup-bearer this evening. Not a girl apt for delivering.”

A sickening swelling of dread smacked her right across the mouth.

“Of course, Your Grace, I’ll go fetch Rickon.”

“The road to him will not be necessary. For we want you to voyeur tonight.”

“I’m afraid I won’t do that.”

“Your Prince commands you.”

“My Prince may well stick his urges in his arse.”

What happened next unravelled fast. He hauled her hair. He dragged her inside. She lost her balance and dropped the wine. Alys rattled out a protesting scream – though she might’ve concocted the latter end part.

“My love,” She hastily spoke, “Forget this dumb girl – come back to me.”

Her extended arms reached out to him, and Aemond’s hold just vaguely loosened.

Gods, how her heart throbbed harder than her head, as she stomached down their sick exchange.

“This one has a mouth to her,” The One-Eyed Prince had hissed unwashed, whilst turning to the sprawling girl with a careless bite laced in his cadent timbre, “My Lady says I shouldn’t punish you.” He hummed quite lax and satisfied, “Yet I cannot just let you off.”

Both women shared a look of panic.

“Touch me now... and I’ll gouge out your one good remaining eye.”

Her own closed up in the expectance of a rough-sent hit. Though that loud slap would never come. Instead, Aemond let out a rumbled laugh, and merely ferried her to the bed’s near edge.

Her hands were tied to the bed’s ebony foot, and a small screech beleft her lips.

“You’ll watch my sweet Lady tonight.” He had grunted with his back all turned, as he pried Alys’ legs in a roughened and effective move.