#blacks

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x spy, daughter of Rhaenyra ! reader

summary: You are sent to Aemond to spy on him and the people on Team Green, but things don't go as planned.

length: 2.3k

warning: mentions of sexual activities

a/n: I have to think of the rest of the story, but here is the first part. Hope you like it.

Masterlist

When you heard the plan of your mother Rhaenyra for the first time, you thought it would be easy and quick, not you spending the next year at Red Keep. Since the Greens had never seen you before because your mother had insisted on keeping you a secret, for reasons she never told you, she had decided that you would go to Red Keep as a maid for Aemond Targaryen. Sometimes you thought the only reason why she had kept you a secret was because she wanted you to spy on your distant family members since the beginning. So there you were, sitting in a chamber for servants in the Red Keep and waiting for someone to bring you to him. One-eyed Aemond Targaryen.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality and out of your thoughts.

„You have five minutes,“

Five minutes for what? 

To talk to him?

„Get ready and come out,“ someone on the other side of the door said.

You wondered if all servants were escorted to their work or if it was just a safety thing since you were new.

After getting dressed properly, you stepped outside and saw one of Aemond's personal knights.

„He's outside,“

„Will you be by my side all day and night now?“ you asked, maybe a bit too arrogant for how it should have sounded.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you.

„What are you thinking? You are new here, and for that you are being watched, little cheeky brat.“

„I just asked, no need to answer so rudely,“ you mumbled and got another look from him before you raised your arms in defense and mumbled a sorry.

He brought you outside to a big courtyard where you could hear the sound of blades and huffing men.

„You're dead, Cole,“ a voice announced and put his sword against the side of the neck of the other man.

„Congratulations, my prince,“ Ser Criston said and smiled before getting up and noticing you at the top of the stairs, just standing and watching.

When Aemond saw Criston looking in the direction of the top of the stairs, he turned around to see what he was looking at. His eyes met your figure, exploring every inch of you. The yard fell silent for a few moments. Aemond wiped a little bit of blood from his lip with the back of his glove, the mark of Criston's practice, without looking away.

„Prince Aemond, may I introduce your new servant,“

Aemond didn't acknowledge Ser Criston's words and went up the stairs until he stood in front of you. After another minute of silence and inspection of your good-looking body, he finally spoke.

„You are late.“ He then walked past you, followed by his guards and now you as well. „Where are you from?“

You thought quickly, a lie; you needed a lie.

„King's Landing, my prince.“

He let out a low hum and entered his chambers before instructing a servant to help him out of his training clothes.

„Do you often lie?“ he then asked.

„No, my prince,“ you didn't fully understand his question. Did he believe the lie you had just told him?

„Learn to do it better, then,“ Aemond said flatly.

Redness spread across your face as he looked at you.

„So, where are you really from, little one?“

„My prince, you should be going now,“ a guard interrupted the intense scene between the two of you.

It felt like a stone fell from your heart as Aemond turned away to rip his gown from the servant's hand and began to walk out.

He stopped by your side shortly. „I will get back to this,“ he growled into your ear.

You followed him and his guards through the corridors and noticed how your eyes kept checking him out from behind him. Scolding yourself in your head, you just kept walking until all of you entered a big hall with a table in the middle and several already occupied chairs around it.

„Aemond, finally. Oh, and look who's with you, your new whore?“ Aegon grinned as Aemond sat down, scowling at his brother.

„Your grace!“ Alicent warned Aegon.

„Shall we continue?“ Otto said. „We were just discussing the movements along the riverlands.“ He pushed a map across the table so Aemond could see it.

„They aren't as disorganized as we hoped,“ Alicent told him.

You moved next to a table with cups and wine and poured a cup of it for Aemond while listening to every word and trying to get a glimpse of the map.

„Caraxes was sighted near Harrenhal,“ Ser Criston Cole announced. „If Daemon holds it-“

„Why are you telling us that? Harrenhal is cursed; they can have the castle.“ Aegon snapped at the commander.

„Vhagar could end this useless war quickly,“ Lord Larys Strong muttered.

„Yes, she could,“ Aemond agreed.

You moved closer to the table and placed the filled cup next to Aemond's hand. His hand brushed yours for a short second, and you quickly pulled away. He looked up; his eyes lingered on you.

Otto cleared his throat and looked down after Aemond's eye found his face, expression as cold as always. 

„If we moved against Harrenhal, we would gain an important spot,“

„If we move against Harrenhal, we would put our dragons at an unneeded risk.“ Aegon held against the opinion of Otto.

Aemond had enough of the arguing and stood up, his chair scratching over the wooden floor while he said, „If we won't move against them, we allow them to gain strength, brother.“ His hands were placed on the sides of the table, and he hovered over the map, which made him look even scarier.

„We are already behind,“ he said. „I will not have us become a target just because some people in this room couldn't get themselves to make proper decisions.“

„You intend to go then?“ Aegon asked.

„Yes,“ Aemond said determined.

After his statement, the meeting was dissolved, and you went with Aemond. You repeated the conversation of the Council in your head over and over while going to his chambers with him. You knew you somehow needed to warn Daemon before it was too late.

„Walk faster,“ Aemond snapped.

Your head snapped up, but he didn't look at you, nor had he stopped or slowed. „I'm not strolling through a garden,“

„Yes, my prince,“

You corrected your pace within seconds, keeping up with him.

The guards opened the doors to his bedroom without hesitation, letting the two of you enter. The doors closed behind you, and for the first time since your arrival, you were alone with the man you were told to be a maid for.

„You are breathing too loud,“

„I beg your pardon?“ you asked, confused, but he didn't look up.

„You will remain here tonight,“

„My prince?“ you said, unsure if you had heard him right.

„I have no patience for wandering servants this evening, and new servants get lost more often than you think, and they also hear things they are not intended to hear. I have better control over what you hear when you are here with me,“ he explained.

„I understand.“

„You won't leave without my permission, understand?“

„Yes, my prince.“

„Good, because if you break that rule…“ He stopped for a moment to think. „Let's just say you will regret it.“ His finger shoved your chin up so you looked at him.

When night came, he stepped out for a moment, leaving you alone without any observation, so you used the chance he unintentionally gave you.

With quick and quiet steps, you crept over to his table and grabbed a feather from the holder and a piece of paper and began to write down the information you remembered from the council's meeting earlier. 

Just as you finished writing, the door to the room opened, and Aemond came inside. 

You quickly hide the paper in a pocket of your dress and step to the side of the desk, facing him.

„What are you doing?“

„Nothing. I just admired the... view,“ you pointed out of the big window behind the desk and yourself.

„It's night; I highly doubt you can see anything from the city.“ His face lay in folds for a few seconds before clearing up again. He stepped closer to the desk and exhaled sharply. He could have touched you if he would have moved his hand some centimeters closer. „It's strange, isn't it?“

„What?“

„It smells like ink here, like someone has written something.“

„Oh, actually I don't smell anything.“ you said and scratched your neck.

He looked at the desk, scanning the surface with his eyes. Nothing seemed to be missing or be out of its usual place, so he looked back to you.

„Who are you?“ Aemond whispered in a rhetorical tone and softly shook his head. He stepped even closer and put his hand on the back of your neck to pull your head up.

Your face came so close to his that you were able to feel his breath on your skin.

This wasn't what your mother had sent you over here for.

You thought, but you also couldn't help but melt into his touch. Your heart began to race as he pulled up and connected the lips of the two of you. It was a longing and intense kiss, which grew more passionate with every second that passed and with every tiny movement of your lips. Your tongues fought for domination, and his grip on your neck became stronger. Aemond's other hand found your waist and pushed you towards the bed.

If he had placed his hand just a little bit higher, he would have found the piece of paper for Daemon for sure. But it stayed hidden in the folds of your dress, which found its place on the ground after the man who was now above you had ripped it off your body. 

He kissed his way down to your stomach and even further south until he reached your hot core. You let his mouth work magic on your body, squirming under his touch and moaning his actual name, not just the formal “prince“ crap your mother had told you to call him.

For hours all you thought about was Aemond Targaryen. The man you let touch you in ways none had ever before. The man you touched like you had never touched anyone before. He was everything you cared about at the moment, not the spy job, not your mother, and not your home.

The next morning you woke up from a cold breeze that came inside the room from an open window. You blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to the sun that shone directly onto your face. The bed beside you was empty, and when you looked around, you noticed that Aemond had left. The sight of your dress on the floor next to his bed made reality hit you like a stone.

The letter.

The meeting.

Daemon.

You needed to inform your family what was about to happen.

With quick movements, you climbed out of the bed and nearly tripped over the blanket Aemond had wrapped you in last night. You pulled your dress on and ran out of the room, with the paper in your closed fist, hoping to find a messenger or someone you could trust.

When you ran around a corner, you nearly collided with another servant woman.

„Sorry,“ you breathed, but she just looked at you confused and went on with the basket under her arm.

Rhaenyra's voice echoed through your head.

Don't trust anyone.

You had no idea how you should overbring perhaps the most important message of your life without risking your own life by telling Aemond and his fellowship the truth about yourself. But you also couldn't risk Daemon being killed by Aemond and, out of that, the resulting sadness of your mother.

You stopped in front of a big wooden door at the top of the stairs you had run up in hope to find a chamber with ravens or something similar.

„Going somewhere?“ The interested voice of Aemond reached your ear, and you turned around.

„No, I just wanted to get some fresh air.“

„Were you.“ That wasn't a question, and it sounded not friendly. „You left without permission.“

„I thought you had already left,“

„Open your hand.“ His eyes had found your fist, to which you now looked.

„What?“

„You heard me.“ He stepped even closer, grabbing for your hand with the paper in it. All the sweetness of last night was gone at once, and you heard the blood rushing in your ears.

You tried to step back, but his hands held you steady in place.

With his hands he forced your fist open, revealing the piece of paper with all the information, which he took and opened. Aemond's eyes scanned it, read some words, and then snapped back to you.

„What is this?“

You didn't answer.

„WHAT IS THIS?“

„Nothing.“ You tried to move away, but your back hit the door behind you.

You were trapped.

„Tell me what you are; I want to hear it from you, with your own voice.“

Silence. Then a fire broke out under the skin of your cheek.

The man in front of you had slapped you, and your hand found the spot that was now red.

„TELL ME!“

„A spy!“

„A spy,“ he repeated the two words that came out of your mouth with softness in his tone. „You know what we do with spies, right? Especially with little girls from the other team. From our enemy.“

You looked down, not daring to meet his eyes.

He literally slept away the whole war and killed people for "betraying their king". He came, took a wife and left. Smart, but not really "honorable". Also, your wife comes first in that matters, you side with your family.

If we are talking about canon characters, there are so many fanfiction with greens changing their side for someone they are in love. Big mischaracterization.

I believe you mean he took care of his people, protecting the Wall (which is his duty, by the way) and waited for them to have harvested enough food for the coming winter before marching down with all of his men, ready to storm King's Landing and take back the Iron Throne for the Blacks until he got news that Aegon II had been poisoned.

He opposed to the poisoning because he believed a king, even an usurper, should die in battle and on his feet. Which basicallly means he wanted to kill the usurper himself and take the crown off his head to give it to Aegon III.

He continued to support Rhaenyra after her death and fought for her name and Aegon III's name. He wanted to march to Storm's End, Casterly Rock and Oldtown to end the Greens' forces once and for all. He wanted Corlys Velaryon's head for his betrayal. It was because of Corlys and Baela and Rhaena and Alysanne herself that he decided to release Corlys and accept Alysanne as his wife, knowing he needed more heirs, in case something happened to Rickon. Once again, he prioritized the northerners over what he wanted.

He was reliable, honorable and loyal even past the end. His oath was to Rhaenyra but he extended it to her son. No he would never accept a Green bride because northerners don't hold a lot of love for Southerners but also because he knew that that was the faction of Aegon, the Usurper. It is why he made a deal with Prince Jacaerys for a bride to Rickon, a bride from the Blacks.