Tags ◈ arranged marriage, fighting/banter as foreplay, angry sex, p. in v. sex, mild breeding kink
Wordcount ◈ 2,250
After months of an arranged, fruitless union, King Aemond has grown increasingly frustrated with the lack of heirs. One night, he comes to your chambers, determined to remedy the issue.
Aemond Masterlist
King’s Landing was in bloom and spring was soon coming to an end, the warmth of summer coming with the winds from the Narrow Sea. The nights had been hotter this past week, only the darkest hours finally bringing in a cool breeze, and the days were full of sun.
It was an enjoyable time and yet, Aemond found the sudden heat suffocating—or perhaps it was the matters that plagued him without reprieve even after dusk.
“The question of your succession is still in doubt, my king,” one of his advisors had remarked at Council that afternoon, uncaring for Aemond’s glare of disapproval at his boldness regarding the topic. “It hasn’t escaped the court’s notice that your grace and his wife do not seem to enjoy each other’s company, and that there is still no sign of an heir.”
Aemond had snapped, although he knew the man to be right, despite his impertinence.
“It is not the court’s place to speculate on what goes on behind closed doors,” he had reminded the whole table, but as much as he loathed it, it was indeed his advisors’ role to preoccupy themselves with the future of the crown.
“In the current situation, your younger brother is next in line, but a direct male issue would put everyone at ease,” had been the last word of the session, and Aemond had contemplated it all evening, and well into the night.
Since you had been wed to King Aemond a year prior, you had taken to your role as queen with ease, and were overall beloved by the lords and ladies of the court and the smallfolk. To many outsiders, you were the perfect consort, and Aemond would have to agree, politically speaking.
There was only one matter that cast a shadow on you—the lack of heirs.
Aemond thought it was due to the lack of passion between yourself and him, as he had to admit, you had little in common except the duty that was yours by marriage. He was reserved by nature and loathed the stilted silences between the two of you.
From the very start he had thought that it would be easier to avoid your company in private rather than subject yourself and him to the gracelessness of attempting to know one another, with the risk of finding you abhorred the other.
A year into this arrangement, Aemond now realized it had been a grave oversight on his part, one that had to be remedied as soon as possible—on this night, if you were to comply.
No matter the truth of the matter, you knew queens were blamed for empty cradles, even though in this case, you were adamant that the blame rested entirely on your husband Aemond. While you had not expected to fall in love with him nor find pleasure in the marriage bed, you had anticipated more vigor from such a man.
However the truth was that he rarely visited your chambers, and on the occasional nights that he did, he only instructed you to lay down while he took you, and his demeanor did not encourage you to pursue him. He was mostly silent, tucking his face away behind his long curtain of white hair, and kept his rhythm steady.
There was no passion to it, no true desire, and while it had simply surprised you at first, now you had grown to resent it.
There was no love for him in your heart, you insisted on thinking, but it did not mean you were not affected. A queen deserved to be flattered by her husband’s desire, and instead you felt cold and dry, dreadfully unwanted.
This night was one as any other, where you were comfortably settled into an armchair by the fire, lost in a book you had borrowed from the Maester. It was way past the hour you were usually asleep, but you could not find rest, and instead of losing yourself in your own thoughts, you decided to further your knowledge instead.
A sharp succession of knocks interrupted you, and you were instantly worried—no polite company would come at this hour, and the only explanation you could think of was that a tragedy had occurred, and you were being informed.
“Come,” you called, rising and making your way to the door, but your visitor had not waited for your invitation, and had entered your chambers as though knocking had simply been a courtesy.
If it had been anyone but your husband the king, you would have already called for your guard.
“Has something happened?” you asked, and Aemond seemed taken aback by your question.
Aemond seemed to think for a moment, and then replied, sounding unnerved. “As a matter of fact, no, nothing has occurred and that is precisely the issue,” he said, visibly displeased, and you were confused as to what matter he was alluding to, but he clarified before you could ask. “Get on the bed.”
The command was so sharp and far removed from his usual polite demeanor that you instantly refused, which only served to irritate him further. “The court laughs behind my back, at the lack of heir, and I have come to remedy it,” he explained, taking you by the arm and attempting to drag you towards your bed.
Laughter erupted from you at the ludicrous mention and the sudden way with which he handled you, as though you were a simple whore at his service. “It seems you have come to blame me and conduct yourself in the most unbecoming manner!” you cried out, wrenching your arm free.
“It has been a year since we were wed, and you still haven’t done your duty,” Aemond pushed.
“Mayhaps if my husband showed a bit more interest in me, I would already be round with child,” you retorted. “Once every fortnight if the weather is agreeable does not produce an heir.”
“Mayhaps if my wife did not merely lay there like a corpse, the flesh would be more willing,” he replied.
“My participation isn’t necessary for the seed to take,” you shrugged.
“In the situation we find ourselves in, I would argue the opposite. I doubt seed could take root and blossom in such a hostile environment as you.”
“If you wanted a whore for a wife, then you should have wed one,” you protested, but he ignored you.
“Get on the bed,” he insisted, and while you loathed his sudden way, it was the most interest he had shown you in weeks. His eye was dark and blown wide, which made a spark of heat burst in your belly.
“Fine,” you snapped, turning around and pulling up at your nightgown, gathering the fabric at your waist. Aemond watched in astonishment as you bent over the foot of the bed. “Shall I moan like a whore or can your mind take you to the brothel on its own?”
“There is no need for vulgarity,” Aemond replied, but he could not ignore the way his loins stirred at the sight of your curves—he loathed to admit it, but it had been too long since he had shared your bed, and no matter your character, you were still pleasing to the eye.
“My silence unnerves you, but it does not suit you either when I propose a distraction?” you threw over your shoulder, waiting for him to come to you. The sound of fabric rustling and a bitten-off groan made you shift where you stood.
“Quiet,” Aemond eventually tried to command, but his tone conveyed more of a request.
A hand at your hip was your only warning before the blunt head of his cock pressed against your folds, making you gasp. He slowly pressed inside, and a last-minute thought made you pull your gown fully over your head, not wanting to get it soiled.
“Stay still,” he instructed. He slowly pulled away, only to come back with the full force of a thrust that hit deep in your belly. You slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling the surprised cry.
Aemond groaned as he sheathed himself fully, throwing his head back. He looked at the ceiling for a second, savoring the feeling of your tightness around his length. Without a word of warning, he started a steady, purposeful rhythm as he always did, but this time the angle was dragging against a spot inside you that your fingers only knew too well.
“Silence,” he snapped again, gripping your hip in a sharp pinch, and you realized that the muffled groans you had heard were coming from you—he no doubt thought it to be an obscene performance from you, destined to irritate him, and it made shame burned the back of your neck.
The rocking of his hips was nothing like the tedious and shallow grind he usually subjected you to—each thrust was hitting deep inside you, building a thrumming heat at your core.
Aemond groaned again when he felt you clench and shift your hips, and he wondered why he had never taken you in such a way. Whether it was the ease and freedom of not having to hold his whole weight atop you, or the tightness of your walls around his cock, he knew it would be a quick affair.
His rhythm built, his groans growing louder, and you realized with a shiver that something sharp was mounting inside of you. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing you, you lowered your chest fully onto the bed, keeping a hand to your mouth while the other, no longer holding your weight, slithered between the bed and your body.
The combined heat of him inside you and the pressure of your own fingers at your core made your head spin and your entire body quiver.
For the first time in a year, lying with your husband was not a chore but a true pleasure, and you intended to pursue it to the very end. You unraveled faster than you ever did on your own, heat coiling in your belly and your entire abdomen growing tight in anticipation.
Lost to the feeling of your walls clenching around him, it took Aemond a minute to realize the added pressure on each stroke was coming from your fingers, working fast between your thighs.
“Are you—” he suddenly asked, then forced your hand away from your core. “You are a whore,” he admonished, and you bit the sheet under you in protest.
Aemond pulled away and you whined. “In the middle of the bed,” he ordered with a sharp slap to your rear, and to your shame, you obeyed, sighing in delight when you felt him follow you.
He brought you to your knees, your lower back arching, making your shoulders fall into his chest. It was the first time you had ever shown any sort of interest in the act, and it incensed him. He pushed the head of his cock past your folds again, delighting in how you clenched around him.
“Do you think it will take, this time?” you wondered out loud.
As though it was his answer, Aemond pushed into you again, in one slow thrust that dragged along the sensitive spot that made your quiver. The head of his cock hit the back of your body, making him groan, then his hands tightened at your hips as he picked up his rhythm again.
Pleasure coiled at the apex of your thighs, all the more when he pressed his fingers to your core, drawing tight circles. “I did not think you had it in you,” you praised, melting into him, your head rolling back on his shoulder.
“Is that what it would have taken, all this time, to treat you like the whore you are?” he taunted, but there was no heat to it anymore.
Aemond soared at the way you surrendered to him, your entire body relying on him to keep you upright, at the mercy of his hurried thrusts.
One hand between your legs, the other playing with the curve of your breast, he brought you to your peak almost effortlessly. Quivering into his hold, you let the waves of pleasure bring you under, crashing through you into peaks that left you breathless.
He cursed into your shoulder, spilling into you with a few muffled grunts. “There, it is done,” he said rather proudly, and you wanted to laugh at his need for confirmation.
Aemond brought you down to the mattress, but your elbows could hardly hold you up. “Stay,” he hummed, one of his hands cradling your lower belly. He pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, savoring the subsequent shiver that rippled along your spine. “I think it will take, this time.”
“If the seed is strong enough,” you quipped, clenching and rolling your hips back, only to hear him hiss.
Only then did he pull away, falling along with you, until you were nestled together in the middle of the bed, the sheets and pillows askew. You floated into bliss, shivering under his trailing fingers at your waist, down the curve of your hip to where you were now drenched. He seemed to take pleasure in exploring how he had soiled you, and you allowed him.
Surprisingly tender, he pressed yet another kiss to your shoulder, humming pleasantly. “I will call on you again on the morrow,” he said, then dragged the points of his teeth across your soft skin. “Once might not be enough.”
“As my king wishes,” you replied.
Dividers by @zaldritzosrose. Not beta read. Requested by anonymous.
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Tags: betrothal, romance & angst, betrayal, dubious morals, secret marriage, wedding night, smut, p. in v. sex
Wordcount: 2,980
Despite your betrothal to Prince Aemond, your father declares for Rhaenyra and takes you away as soon as the king dies. Aemond and you are reunited months later in the middle of war, and he does not waste any time laying claim to you.
Aemond Masterlist
Afternoons in the courtyards of King’s Landing were never a dull affair, especially when Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole challenged one another to jousts and demonstrated their skills for entertainment. A small assembly had gathered to watch them and applaud the prowess of the prince, but no one was as proud as you.
Since the queen had announced your betrothal to her son, you enjoyed a rather privileged position at court, which allowed you to spend more time with the prince than ever before, to your greatest delight. He was a charismatic young man, arrogant at times but you thought it suited him, and while neither of you had yet spoken of love, your heart was full of a joyful feeling that often left you breathless.
The way he moved and held his sword was entrancing, seemingly effortless, but you knew there were countless hours of training over the years behind his apparent ease. He was agile and light on his feet, fearless despite the furious swinging of Ser Criston’s morningstar. At times it seemed that even the renowned kingsguard was struggling to keep up, desperate to gain the upper hand, but to no avail.
Standing at the inner edge of the small crowd, you were so captivated by your betrothed that you did not notice the dark-haired boys that had joined the assembly. Everyone gasped as Aemond’s shield shattered, and a minute later, all cheered when he finally pointed his sword at Cole’s throat.
Pride erupted in your chest and you applauded as loud as propriety allowed. “Well done, my prince,” Cole congratulated. “You’ll win tourneys in no time.”
Even if you knew he had no interest in those, the prospect still elated you. As your betrothed, he would be expected to receive your favor and in turn, crown you the day’s favorite. While he was not one for such grand and public gestures, you knew he would do as he was expected, and it pleased you enough.
Lowering his sword, his attention seemed to be caught by someone and you leaned forward until you could see dark hair and blue cloaks a few feet away from you. “Nephews,” Aemond taunted. “Have you come to train?”
There was no answer to his call, as a second later, the heavy doors opened and a party carrying the Velaryon banners entered. The assembly scattered, some lords returning to their duties, but you remained, approaching Aemond as he looked for another shield, no doubt gearing up to one last joust.
“Princess Rhaenyra’s sons?” you asked, stepping up closer than was usually appropriate for a lady and unmarried man, but being his intended granted you privileges you took advantage of. “I hardly recognized them.”
Aemond hummed, rather amused. “They are still boys, there isn’t much to recognize,” he said with the shadow of a smile, which accentuated the sharp bow of his lips.
His remark made you grin despite yourself. While it was unkind, it wasn’t untrue, and you rather enjoyed his wit and sharp humor. You agreed, allowing your eyes to roam his frame, and your brazen interest made him shiver.
“I shall see you at supper with the queen, tonight,” he murmured, his profile grazing the side of your face and your temple in the shadow of a kiss, the most he would allow himself in a public courtyard.
Answering with a quick curtsy, you wished him a good day and made your way back into the castle for one of your lessons. He forced himself to look away from your retreating form, securing the straps of his shield across his arm.
He was a private man, discreet and scarce with his affections, but your courtship had been more pleasant than he had anticipated. While he suspected that the match had been somewhat arranged, and that the two of you coming across one another at court was not due to chance, he had been pleasantly surprised to find that your character fit his quite well.
The two of you were evenly matched in intellect and shared many interests. Spending time in your company was the true highlights of his days, and he looked forward to the days that he could be alone with you in private, without your Septa watching over, and find out if your affinities extended to more intimate conversations.
In a matter of a few days, Aemond’s preoccupations had entirely shifted, and the realm was about to plunge into chaos. Worst of all, he knew part of it would be his fault—war was inevitable, no matter what his grandsire said, but he knew he had precipitated it by unleashing Vaghar without thought, and killing Lucerys.
He came back from Storm’s End with a secured betrothal for his younger brother Daeron, and with the most terrible news he could bring back Ser Otto.
However he did not go to him first, instead, still drenched from the rain and shivering from the cold, he sought you out. He came to your chambers despite the inappropriateness, expecting a rebuttal from your Septa, but to his horror, he found the rooms empty, the bed stripped of its sheets and the hearth cold as ashes.
In a fit of sudden anger and worry, he stormed into your father’s quarters as well, and they were just as bare and void of warmth. Footsteps came up behind him, no doubt having heard from the guards at the front doors that he was back, and coming to fetch him for the Hand.
“They left,” Cole’s voice said, sounding apologetic. When Aemond turned to face him, he looked genuinely pained. “Some time during the night.”
“No,” Aemond protested, breathless as though he had taken Cole’s morningstar to the chest. “Her father bent the knee, the Hand was witness to it!”
“It seemed it was not genuine,” Criston replied, gesturing for him to follow to the Hand’s tower.
“We must send after them,” Aemond shouted as soon as Otto had confirmed your house had defected and was no doubt planning to join Rhaenyra’s cause. “She is betrothed to me!”
“We shall do no such thing. We will get her hand back, if that is what you wish, but for now we must consider the good of the realm,” Otto admonished. “War is upon us!”
Aemond knew his grandsire to be right, but your absence stung more fiercely than he would have ever anticipated. He only realized now how lonely he truly was, and how much of a steadying presence you had been to him. You were more to him than a betrothal arranged by his mother, but a true love match, and he would rather never marry at all than give you up.
Months later, war had progressed at such a slow pace that Aemond’s anger had only grown. Joining Ser Criston and his uncle, Ser Gwayne, in the Crownlands and then the Riverlands, the three of them conquered strongholds after strongholds and flew green banners all across the newly felled lands.
The castle they had just taken was an insignificant prize, bearing little wealth and even less political advantage, but it sat in a chain of castles and seats now under green banners, that effectively cut the Riverlands into two.
Victory was sweet, even though it did not quite reach Aemond’s heart—everything felt rather dull and insignificant these days, and the only motivation to keep going was the fear that clutched his heart when he thought of the consequences of defeat.
His bleak musings were interrupted by a sharp knock and the sound of an armor clinking. Aemond turned from where he was bent over a large map in the chambers previously inhabited by the castle’s lord as his uncle entered. “Nephew,” Gwayne nodded, a small satisfied smile pulling at his lips. “I believe you are in for a surprise.”
He stepped aside, and the person he had been escorting was revealed—at first he thought it a cruel vision conjured by his mind, but as you laid eyes on him and made a small sound of shock, he knew it to be the tangible truth. Aemond’s legs felt heavy, as though they were nailed to the floor, even though he wished no more than to reach out to you.
There you were, standing in front of him and still somehow out of reach, after months of Aemond agonizing over your absence. “My prince,” you whispered, sounding hesitant, as though mere months ago you had not been whispering promises in his ear in private alcoves.
Aemond frowned, suddenly weary. “What are you doing here?” he asked, rather sharply. “This is not your traitorious father’s castle.”
Instead of answering your question, you took a step forward. “Please, you must not think—” you started, then seemingly swallowed your tears. “I did not wish to go with my father, but he took me by force.”
Aemond was stunned by your sudden explanation, hope blooming in his chest. “I begged him to let me stay but he would not hear it. I never betrayed you. I stayed loyal…” you pleaded, tears rising in your eyes as Aemond did not mellow, and a shadow of doubt passed over your face.
“I stayed loyal to you,” you concluded, your eyes blinking your tears away, but your gaze was no longer holding his.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice quieter than he would have wished.
“My parents thought it best to send me with my mother’s cousin,” you explained. “Has he surrendered?” you asked.
“He has,” Aemond confirmed—the man was now in his own jails, in the belly of the castle. Then, he could not bear it anymore. “Come to me,” he commanded, and a sudden brightness spread over your face, lighting your features as you complied.
You fell into his arms, or perhaps he fell into yours. “I have missed you,” you confessed, and he pressed his lips to yours before similar words could fall from his mouth—his confession would have been a desperate, passionate one.
Never before in your months of courtship had the two of you kissed with such abandon and desire, his tongue curling around yours fiercely, possessively, his hands cradling your face, keeping you close. It was a kiss born of desperation, and of the utter relief to be in the other’s presence again.
Aemond was the one to break your kiss, pressing his forehead to yours to find his breath again, savoring your closeness, the smell of your hair. You leaned into him, the fear and sorrow you had felt these last few months, since that night your father had woken you and ushered you out of the castle.
“I never thought I would see you again. I was terrified your family would arrange another match for you and you would forget about me,” you admitted, then doubt frowned your brow again. “They have not betrothed you again, have they?”
Aemond hummed, shaking his head slightly. “I would not accept any other match,” he confirmed before kissing you again, and an idea settled in chest before his thoughts could even properly formulate it. He knew what he would do.
“I will not wait a day more to wed you,” he said against your lips. “We shall summon the village’s Septon and be married tonight, if you would have me.”
Months ago, nothing would have filled you with such joy than the prospect of being wed to Aemond, yet now fear of what was to come held you back. Hands curled at the front of his doublet, you looked up at him.
“What will happen to my family, to my father?” you asked.
“They will be given a chance to bend the knee,” he promised. “Surely your father will at least consider it, if his daughter is wed to me.”
“I will change his mind. I will make him see reason,” you said, suddenly more hopeful than you had been in weeks, even though you knew it would not be so easy. Perhaps you could force your father’s hand, bargain with his love for you, and with the assurance that as his wife’s family, they would have Aemond’s protection, and there was no match for Vhagar.
Aemond’s hand cradled your face once more. “Will you have me, then?”
“Yes,” you murmured. “Who will give me away?”
“Your cousin will stand witness, in exchange for his safety,” Aemond said, his tone firm, and for a second you prayed that he would indeed accept.
It seemed the shadow of Vhagar in his courtyard was enough to persuade your mother’s cousin, and he indeed gave you away, bringing your hand to Aemond’s, and standing witness as you were bound to him before the Gods. It was not the grand wedding you had hoped for as a girl, but this was war, and a few months being kept prisoner by your own family had taught you more than your Septa ever had.
There was no banquet and no dance, and no one in the realm but the Septon, your cousin and Aemond’s uncle knew of it, but it suited you. It was borrowed time, you knew, as on the morrow your husband would return to his councils of war and would surely have to fly out again, leaving you behind until he could come back, victorious.
Once night had fallen, Aemond joined you in the chambers that had seen your sorrow for weeks, and you could hardly believe that he was standing there, removing his coat and boots diligently. Nervous and elated, you watched him, holding your breath when he reached for the strap of his eye patch and removed it smoothly—in place of his eye, a bright sapphire sat.
“Does it scare you?” he wondered, to which you shook your head.
“Nothing about you would ever scare me,” you vowed, and welcomed him into your arms once more.
Mouths tangled together in a passionate kiss, your hands blindly reached for each other’s clothes, pulling at laces and buttons until they gave, undoing clasps and buckles, and finally, the two of you were left in undergarments, only thin linen separating your skin.
Aemond shivered, the muscle in his stomach contracting when your palms roamed his chest. His skin was soft and smooth, hiding firm muscle underneath. You had often wondered what hid behind his doublet, and you marvelled at it being finally revealed to you.
With a firm hand, he guided you to the bed and lowered you atop the covers, making quick work of the remaining linens until the both of you were bare as was only appropriate between man and wife. Skin against skin, you did not allow shyness to spoil this precious night.
“Teach me,” you whispered against his jaw, and he was quick to wrap your fingers around his hard length, showing you the way, and you did the same, guiding his hand between your legs.
For a moment there was nothing to the world but the sound of your panting breaths and your hands on one another. You kissed his parted lips, his chin, his jaw, as his fingers drew tight circles on your nub, lighting your whole body on fire—and your hand was doing much the same to him, making his whole frame flush and shudder.
You marvelled at how the thin skin glided over his length, and each pass of your thumb at its sensitive head earned you another muffled groan. “I want you,” he confessed in a rough murmur, reaching between your bodies and pushing his hips into the cradle of your thighs.
The head of his cock fit snugly at the entrance into your body, making you clench, but you had to make the conscious effort to tilt your hips and calm your breathing, before he could push further in. With a few, shallow thrusts, desire built between the two of you again, neither of you knowing how hard to press forward.
“Come to me,” you murmured, and he complied—with one last, stronger roll of his hips, he was buried to the hilt, and you winced in slight pain.
“Am I hurting you?” he groaned, and the sound distracted you for a moment. He looked wild, his eye blown to the deepest of blacks, his hair curling at his temples.
“Just a pinch,” you reassured him.
The two of you fell into a tight embrace, entangled, your legs around his waist and one of his arms cradling your head, your mouths pressed together in breathless kisses that barely parted for air.
Aemond kept his attention on your rhythm, the way you rocked your hips up against him, and matched your tempo. The focus kept him sane against the vice of your walls around him and he held himself back, right on the edge for as long as he could bear.
His second hand was trapped between your bodies, and you delighted in how quick and adept he was, following the exact pressure you had shown him. Caught between his length inside of you and the press of his thumb at your core, you were quick to unravel.
Despite his best effort, he could not hold off his own pleasure until yours had passed, and he reached his peak a few moments before you fell over the edge, throwing your head back and baring your throat.
Aemond buried his groans into the soft skin under your chin, savoring the way you trembled and quivered in his hold. “It is done now, irrevocably,” he murmured, pushing himself up until he was kneeling being your parted legs, looking down at you.
He looked like a conqueror then, and the slight threat in his voice made you shiver. “You belong to me, and no one shall keep us apart,” he vowed. “It will take the Gods striking me down to keep you from me.”
Dividers by @zaldritzosrose. Requested by anonymous.
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Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 6
Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence
Author’s note: Hey you (:
This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".
The story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd.
However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 3.3k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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You enjoy Aemond letting his fingers wander over your tired legs. But after a while a servant appears at your door and informs you that your presence is now desired in the small hall. You sigh and Aemond helps you up from the sofa.
"You know we can stay in our chambers".
You shake your head, "No. I see my family so rarely. At least one dinner I want to enjoy with them."
Aemond nods at you as he puts his arm around your waist.
"And that means you have to behave," you grin at him.
"I think I've done quite well so far," he winks almost unobtrusively as he leads you out of your chambers.
Slowly Aemond walks with you into the small hall. You walk more slowly than usual and Aemond does his best to adapt to your pace. You also find it difficult to breathe in a relaxed manner, which manifests itself in a few heavy breaths. At some point Aemond looks at you with a grin, "If you want me to carry you, you'll give me a sign, right?"
You look at him and don't dignify that with a response. Instead, he gets your elbow in his side again. "Ouch, one day my ribs will be all blue."
"Perhaps that should be a sign for you not to annoy me so much."
He chuckles lightly.
You arrive at the hall and thanks to your speed, the rest of your families are already gathered.
Aemond leads you to one end of the table where your family is standing. He greets your family and nods to them. He gently kisses the inside of your wrist before walking to the other end of the table and joining Aegon. Aegon, of course, is already busily emptying his wine cup.
But you don't care about that today. Tonight you don't want to bother with Aegon, because you finally see your family again and have a chance to talk to them.
Your mother hugs you warmly, as far as your belly will allow, and doesn't want to let you go. But your father gently pushes her aside and takes you into his arms. You could enjoy this for hours. Being safe in your father's arms. And today you feel like you need it. First the accusations by Vaemond, then the loss of his head and now a dinner with your family. And when the whole family is gathered, it rarely ends peacefully.
"If you don't want Aemond to be the father of your children, we can always deny it. We simply say that the baby's hair and eye colour is inherited from you."
You look up indignantly and hit your father when Jace adds, " I will also teach him sword fighting!"
Your gaze now wanders to him, "Him? Sorry, but perhaps it'll be a girl?"
He shrugs, "Well she has to know how to fight as well."
You laugh out, "And Aemond will teach her that, or him!"
"I'd still be there for that too," your father interjects again.
You give him an annoyed look as he puts his arm around you again and lightly kisses your head.
Your conversation is interrupted when your grandfather enters the hall. He walks weakened, the guard at his side but he smiles at you as he slowly passes you. His gaze looks more alert somehow. He still looks weakened, but it seems as if he really sees you now. He stops for a moment as he stands next to you, Y/n.... You are with child...?"
You nod happily, "Yes, your Grace."
He smiles and breathes heavily, "How long have you been with child?"
"Well according to the Maesters it won't be long now and we'll have another child running around here."
His smile widens, "And... And Aemond is the father?"
When his name comes up, Aemond interrupts his conversation with Aegon and looks over at you. Out of the corner of your eye you see his gaze fall on you.
"Of course Aemond is the father," you smile softly.
Your grandsire nods, "I'm missing too much..." he mutters. You gently stroke his arm and he places his free hand on yours.
"Well then, let's dine and drink and enjoy the evening"
Slowly he continues on his way and walks towards his seat. You look at your father and see the worry on his face. When he notices you looking at him, he smiles at you, but his smile does not reach his eyes.
You walk over to Aemond and he holds out his hand to you. You accept it gratefully and he leads you to your seats at the end of the table. He helps you to sit down and sits next to you, to your left. To Amond's left sit his grandsire Otto as well as his mother Alicent. To your right sits Helaena and next to her follows Aegon. Across from you at the other end of the table sits Luke with Rhaena. To Luke's left sit Baela and Jace. Opposite them sit your parents. You don't think it's ideal that Luke is sitting right in Aemon's line of sight. But you are certainly not going to bring that up. You want to enjoy tonight and don't want to create unnecessary tension.
All eyes are on your grandsire, who sits between Alicent and Rhaenyra, until he speaks up, "How good it is.... to see you all tonight... together."
Alicent suggests a prayer before dinner. And so you pray briefly.
When Alicent mentions Vaemond, you briefly open your eyes. You can't quite believe that Alicent mentions Vaemon in her prayer. Vaemond has been wildly throwing accusations around, someone had to intervene, but Alicent is surely just trying to do the right thing. Your father catches your eye, staring angrily at the ceiling. You have to suppress a giggle as he shakes his head also. His eyes fall on you and he smiles at you.
Your grandsire speaks up again, "This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strenghtening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed."
Your father calls out almost pleasingly, "Hear, hear!"
You see Aegon lean over to Jace, and suspect no good as you notice how annoyed Jace puts down his cup of wine.
"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys.... the future Lord of the Tides," your grandsire chimes in again.
This time it is your mother who answers with a "Hear, hear". Luke smiles sheepishly.
You notice Aemond staring over at Luke and you take his hand. He lets his gaze slide over to you, he smiles. "You wanted to behave," you whisper.
He grins and nods briefly.
Suddenly your grandsire rises and your eyes go to him. He breathes heavily and stands up.
As he stands, he takes the floor again, "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the tables. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other..."
Aemond takes your hand, which is lying on the table. As you look to him, his gaze goes directly in Luke's direction. You shake your head briefly, not wanting to be drawn into the squabbles between them tonight, and look at your grandsire.
"...in the years past. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just as a king... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains devided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly."
Aemond grips your hand tighter as your mother rises. You look at her, "I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen."
Your eyes fall on Alicent, she pauses in her motion to help your grandsire sit down, and looks to your mother, "I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honour. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology."
A brief silence follows as Alicent replies to her, "Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess."
You see your father lean over and watch her closely.
"We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow."
Your mother smiles briefly at her as Alicent stands up and raises her cup, "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."
As Alicent sits back down, you see your mother smile quietly down at her belly.
Light conversation begins to fill the room. You are eating a little when you notice Aegon getting up and walking over to Baela. You are quite annoyed with him today.
But you also notice that Aemond is somehow unrelaxed, you look at him worriedly, "Is everything alright?"
He looks at you and smiles, "Of course, my Love," he gently kisses your hand.
Like the others at the table you talk a little, as you do you keep putting your hand on your belly, the baby is still really restless. You exhale stressed and Aemond looks at you worriedly, "Is everything alright with you then?"
You try to smile, "Of course."
He leans forward and lets his lips slide gently onto yours for an almost passionate kiss.
Your gaze falls on Jace, Aemond's face still close to yours, when Jace suddenly slams his fists on the table and stands up. He raises his hand briefly and wants to make a speech. Your father looks quite amused, but you don't find it amusing at all.
When Aemond suddenly stands up too. You look at him, startled, but he and Jace simply stare into each other's eyes.
You grab Aemond's arm, "Aemond..." you whisper, but his gaze wanders back and forth between Jace and Aegon, who is just sitting down again. Jace playfully slams his fist against Aegon's shoulder, then takes a deep breath and raises his cup of wine, "To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other since Aemond's and y/n wedding.... But I have fond memories of our shared youth..."
Aemond is still standing next to you, your hand remains on his arm and Aegon looks slightly bored.
"...And as men and because Aemond is now married to my beloved sister and they are expecting their first child, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles," Jace raises his cup and smiles at you. You look at him warningly. Again he playfully slams Aegon's shoulder and sits down. Aegon replies, "To you as well."
Aemond is still standing and you address him again, "Aemond. Please sit down..."
He looks at you for a moment and then sighs and sits down. He smiles briefly at you.
Helaena murmurs something beside you, but you are distracted because your grandsire speaks up again, "Well done my boy." You try to smile, but this whole situation seems awkward.
And when suddenly Helaena stands up, you are a little speechless. What is going on here today. You begin to doubt that it will be a quiet, relaxed dinner.
"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he ignores you..."
Aegon must be uncomfortable too, he sighs loudly and rubs his hands together.
"...except sometimes when he's drunk."
Oh yes... that was the information you were waiting for. You would very much like to drink wine now.
Helaena laughs briefly and when you thought it was over, she turns to you, "Except Jace and Luke are as affectionate as Aemond! He is always very caring with y/n"
She smiles at you and Aegon rolls his eyes.
As she sits back down, you smile at her and squeeze her hand lightly.
You hear Otto talking to her and a "good" comes from his lips. Your grandsire asks for music and the musicians in the corner begin to play softly.
As Jace stands up again, you groan softly, expecting trouble. Aemond looks at you, but you just shake your head. When all of a sudden you see Jace come over to you and stop in front of Helaena. Jace asks Helaena to dance. That makes you a little happy. Helaena deserves to dance with a nice, funny man at a dinner party and not sit by Aegon's side all the time. You smile. That calms you down a bit.
But still, the evening is exhausting for you. The hall is filled with quiet conversation and laughter again, but you can hardly enjoy it. Your lower back aches like the seven hells. If your family were not here, you would already be sitting in your beloved bathtub. Aemond would certainly be sitting in the bath with you. Pressed close to you, he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear from behind, while you let your head fall back against his shoulder and he gently caresses your belly. But you're sitting here having dinner. You're happy that your family is here, but it's getting more uncomfortable by the second. On top of that, the baby kicks hard again. Aemond hears you gasp.
"May I please take you to our chambers? I will also make sure that a warm bath awaits us," he looks at you almost pleadingly.
You have to smile briefly because of your previous thoughts, but you want to stay, "No... I would like to stay. It's really nothing, he's just kicking".
He smiles at you, "Maybe she's just upset because the whole family is gathered.... After all, that's always a stress factor"
You hit him lightly.
He takes your hand and kisses it gently. You stroke his cheek with your other hand, "You're lucky you're so sweet. Otherwise I'd hit you even harder".
He laughs up and kisses your lips this time.
The servants start carrying in various dishes, but your attention is drawn to your grandsire as he groans repeatedly. He slumps in his chair and seems to be in great pain. Alicent calls the guards over and asks them to take your grandsire to his chambers. You look worried and Aemond gently puts his hand on your thigh and strokes you gently.
When suddenly a suckling pig is brought in and placed right in front of you.
Barely audibly, you notice Luke starting to giggle, and as you look up, you see Luke's challenging gaze go in Aemond's direction. But before you can say anything to Luke, Aemond's fist hits the table. You flinch and Aemond stands up and raises his cup for another toast. The music stops and everyone looks at Aemond. Now you are really nervous and almost certain that it won't end well.
"Please Aemond... sit down again," you urge him, still startled. Alicent also looks at him, horrified.
Aemond looks briefly in your direction and smiles before looking back in Luke's direction, cup still raised, "Final Tribute."
Out of the corner of your eye you notice Jace turning to Aemond. His gaze briefly moves to Jace, "To the health of my nephews, Jace..."
"...and Luke. Each of them handsome, wise.... strong."
"Aemond!" you hiss. Now you are on the verge of your first outburst of anger, which is not unjustified.
"Come! Let us drain our cups to these two Strong Boys"
Aegon, of course, ready for a battle and immediately on Aemond's side, eagerly raises his cup and looks expectantly into the round. You would love to knock the cup out of his hand.
As you turn your attention back to Aemond, "Aemond enough!" you almost shout.
"I dare you to say that again," Jace suddenly interjects.
"Why? 'Twas only a compliment."
As Aemond suddenly walks around the table, you stand up too, a hand resting on your belly. The baby doesn't seem pleased either.
"Aemond, what are you doing?" you clutch at his arm. But he is so angry that he doesn't notice how hard you are breathing and claws at his arm.
"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, my Love. Mh... though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs."
He pulls away from your arm as Jace suddenly approaches him menacingly. You stand next to Aemond, "Jace, please stop."
As Jace lunges at Aemond, you scream "No!" and reflexively push Aemond aside. Aemond did not expect a shove from you, he staggers a step to the side. Still, he grabs your arm and tries to pull you aside to prevent you from taking the hit, but Jace hits you hard on the shoulder. You lose your balance, stumble backwards and land on the floor. You groan loudly and hold your belly. Your mother cries out. Aemond sees you lying on the floor, breathing heavily and holding your belly. He can't help it, anger grips him.
He grabs Jace by the collar and aggressively pushes him across the room. He pushes him against the opposite wall and lifts him up by the collar so that Jace's feet leave the floor and dangle in the air. Alicent is the first at your side, she carefully helps you up, "Y/n are you all right??"
You nod and hold your belly. Your father is now at your side, closely followed by your mother, making sure you are okay.
In the distance you hear Aemond screaming, "I will kill you!!! Lay a hand on my wife!!! She is heavily with child!!!"
Jace just retorts, gasping, "I was going to hit you, you imbecile! I would never hurt her!!!"
Daemon strides away from you, over to Aemond and Jace. "Okay, there will be no more deaths here today", and he tries to pull Aemond away from Jace.
With great effort, he manages to pry Aemond off Jace as the guards hold Jace back.
You see Aemond trying to free himself from your father's arms when suddenly a sharp pain runs through your abdomen. It is stronger than anything you have ever felt. Your breath catches in your throat and you slump down. Alicent and Rhaenyra are quickly at your side, holding you. But then the pain is followed by a snap in your lower abdomen. Suddenly you feel that your legs are wet and you are standing in a puddle, and you are sure that you have not peed yourself.
"Aemond...", you whisper shocked. But you don't get any reaction from him. Alicent and your mother just look at you in shock.
You try again, "Aemond..." a little louder, but not loud enough. Aemond doesn't hear you. You look up and see your father still struggling to keep Aemond away from Jace. He and Jace are still busy insulting each other.
When a loud "AEMOND!!!" fills the hall. A long yell follows his name as you sink to your knees. Alicent and Rhaenyra go down with you and hold you.
Aemond looks at you, startled. He tears himself away from Daemon and is immediately at your side, "My Love, My Love! What's wrong???"
Alicent calms him down, "The baby is coming Aemond. We need to get her into a bed!"
Aemond nods.
He turns back to you, "My Love, can you walk? Do you want me to carry you??"
You shake your head slightly, "No.... No... I can do that, I just want to lie down."
He nods again and helps you up.
You whisper another, "Aemond... don't leave me..." as he puts his arm tighter around your waist and carefully leads you out of the hall. Alicent, meanwhile, asks the servants to inform the maesters and midwives that the baby is coming and to prepare everything for the birth.
Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 5
Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence
Author’s note: Hey you (:
This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".
The story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd.
However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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Today is the day you will see your family again, whom you have not seen since your marriage to Aemond.
You stand excitedly in the courtyard and look up at the sky. Your hands wander gently over your huge belly, your baby is kicking incessantly today.
By now you are sure that it is not a baby, but a dragon growing inside you. You feel constant kicks, which are now so strong that your lower back hurts. To ease the pain a little, you let one hand wander to your back and try to apply some pressure, exhaling heavily.
When you see carriages approaching the Red Keep. You begin to smile and slowly you walk down the stairs. Now you are standing in the courtyard, at the bottom of the stairs.
Slowly the carriages drive into the courtyard and you can't stop grinning, you are too happy to see your family. The carriages come to a halt and a servant who was waiting for the carriage to arrive announces your family, "Princess Rhaenyra, of House Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. And her Prince Consort, Daemon Targaryen, of House Targaryen."
You step forward as you see your mother step out of the carriage. Her eyes meet yours and she starts to smile, "My girl!"
She comes up to you and hugs you. Despite your big belly, you notice that your mother also has a small bulge under her dress. She is also pregnant. "Mother! You are pregnant!", you happily state.
She squeezes you tighter, "Yes, but only a few moons have passed since then. You will bring a new life into this world much sooner," she breaks away from the embrace and gently caresses your belly.
"And I am so happy for you!", she hugs you again.
You have to laugh slightly, "I'm happy too! But you never told me how exhausting pregnancy is"
"Well, I didn't want to scare you off before," she says with a smile.
Your father steps towards you, a slight smile on his lips. A "Daddy!" leaves your lips as he wraps you in his arms. He gently kisses the top of your head, "According to your stomach, I'd say Aemond touched you?"
"Dad!" you hit him. He laughs lightly. Your mother just shakes her head and has to suppress a smile.
You turn your head towards your mother, still in your father's arms, as you hear her speak, "Where's Aemond...? Are you the only one to greet us?"
"Aemond is, of course, on the training yard. And there is a council meeting going on right now. So yes, you will have to make do with me for the moment," you say with a slight smile.
She strokes your arm, "Is everything all right with you and Aemond...?"
"Yes, Mother. It couldn't be better... Except that I would feel better if the sweet little thing would finally leave me," gently you caress your belly.
"You won't say that again when you're in labour and the little thing is pushing out of you," you hear your father say.
"Don't scare her unnecessarily," your mother admonishes him.
"I'm just saying," you hear your father mutter.
You hear another carriage arrive and as you look up you see the carriage come to a stop and your brothers get out of the carriage. You walk up to them and grin. Jace grins at you and opens his arms, "Y/n, Looking at your belly, you seem to get too much food here!"
You hug him, "Shut up Jace."
He chuckles.
Luke steps towards you, he looks worried. You caress his cheek and hug him lightly, "Hey Luke. It'll be alright, we'll show Vaemond who owns Driftmark, okay?"
He tries to smile and nods, you hug him tighter.
Your brothers leave for the training yard shortly afterwards and you go with your parents to their chambers. You chat briefly as you head to your own chambers and your parents go to find Alicent.
When you finally reach your chambers, you exhale heavily. Slowly you cross your chambers and carefully sit down on the sofa in your chambers, wanting to close your eyes for a moment. Your lower back hurts. So you lie down and put a small pillow under your back. Your eyes are still closed and you try to find relief by breathing in and out slowly and deeply.
Slowly, your body relaxes a little, as the door to your chambers opens, but you do not open your eyes, perhaps the troublemaker will leave your chambers if he thinks you are asleep. But the wishful thinking does not come true. "Are you that unwell?" you hear Aemond whisper.
You open your eyes and nod, "I want him to come out soon".
He smiles slightly at you, "I'm sure she'll be on her way soon.... Unless she doesn't want to leave her mother's warm womb"
You sigh, "I don't want to advise him to do that"
He comes over to the sofa and you look at each other for a moment. You don't show any signs of wanting to move, you just want to rest for a moment. Slowly he lifts your feet up and sits on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap. Carefully he takes off your shoes and begins to gently massage your feet.
You just watch him as he takes care of you and tries to relieve some discomfort with his fingers. You let your head fall back and enjoy his touch. Your eyes close again. "I have already met your brothers," you hear him whisper.
You open your eyes and lift your head. Aemond meets a warning glance, "What did you do?"
He smiles and looks at you, "Nothing. Lord Vaemond intervened. I was just about to invite them for a little training session."
You just keep looking at him, "My Love.... I didn't do anything. I told you I would behave myself."
Now you smile a little, "But still, I know you and I know how it gets to you sometimes."
He props himself up against the sofa and leans over you. Gently he kisses your lips. As he begins to deepen the kiss and gently caresses your belly.
"I will have to kill you if you ever get me pregnant again. So hands off.", you murmur against his lips.
He chuckles and kisses your nose.
He lets himself fall backwards again. In a mixture of stroking and massaging, he lets his fingers wander over your calves.
"Do you feel well enough to go to the throne room?"
You look at him almost indignantly, "Of course. I'm not going to leave my brother standing there alone after all."
"He won't be there alone," Aemond sighs.
"But I don't want him to see only faces that are not exactly friendly towards him on the opposite side. At least his sister should stand there and encourage him."
He just looks at you, "Very well then. But allow me that if I notice you are getting worse, to escort you to our chambers"
You give him an annoyed look. You know that he only cares about you and you prefer that to him being a man who does not care about you at all... But still it annoys you.
On your way to the throne room, you cling to Aemond's arm. You don't want to admit it, but your back really hurts. Aemond looks at you worriedly as you exhale intermittently, but you keep walking.
You enter the throne room, your family already standing to your right, their eyes wandering to you as you enter. You smile at each other, but you see your mother looking at you anxiously, your arm rests firmly in Aemond's arm.
Before you pass your family, you will pass your half-sisters Baela and Rhaena, who are on the left with Princess Rhaenys. You smile at each other. You haven't seen them for what feels like an eternity. They had come to your wedding, but you had no real opportunity to talk to each other properly.
Vaemond Velaryon is also standing there, but you look away when your eyes meet. You have no sympathy for him whatsoever. You think it impertinent that he should take advantage of your grandsire's weak moment, as well as the uncertainty as to whether Lord Corlys will survive his recent injuries, and attempt to steal Driftmark. Driftmark belongs to your brother, to your family.
Aemond leads you on to Alicent, Aegon and Helaena.
Alicent also looks at you, smiling but worried. You smile at her. Aemond stands with you behind the others, his arm firmly around your waist.
You see Otto Hightower enter the throne room. You have nothing personal against him, but somehow you don't trust him. He now stands in front of the throne and begins to give a speech. You don't like the sight of him standing in front of the throne, and you can see from the look on your father's face that he doesn't like it either.
You only pay attention to Otto's speech when you hear the words Driftmark. Because your grandsire is not in a position to deal with this matter, Otto feels it is his responsibility to do so.
Otto settles down on the throne, your expression darkening. As your gaze returns to your family, you see your mother smile at you. You return the smile and nod to her. Then you notice Aemond kissing your cheek, he has also noticed how your mood has changed because of Otto.
You smile briefly at him as you hear Otto, "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."
Lord Vaemond steps forward and lets his gaze roam to your brother Luke. Your hand clenches into a fist. You would like to stand protectively in front of your little brother and spit at Vaemond's feet. But probably Aemond's patience with you would then really be at an end.
Vaemond steps forward and stands just in front of the throne. You see that your father is watching him closely and you know the expression on his face. His patience seems to be on the verge of breaking.
Vaemond addresses his speech directly to Alicent, "My Queen." and then turns directly to Otto, "My Lord Hand."
God how you loathe Vaemond.
"The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the day of Old Valyra."
You snort softly. Aemond immediately gives you a look followed by a light chuckle.
"For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name."
You notice your father giving your mother a look and she nods, barely perceptible. This makes you kind of nervous. But you turn your gaze back to Vaemond.
"I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood."
Angrily, you shake your head slightly. Aemond tightens his grip around your waist.
"The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins."
Suddenly your mother speaks, "As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition."
As Alicent suddenly interjects, you look over at her, "You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Lord Vaemond turns to your mother, grinning. She looks angry.
You look just as angry at Aemond, but he only shakes his head slightly. Again you snort.
Now Vaemond speaks directly to your mother, "What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?"
But she does not dignify him with a glance.
"I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognise it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours."
He turns back in your direction, "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition."
When you notice your brothers giving Aemond looks and as you look at Aemond, you see him grinning wickedly. He lightly yet firmly gets your elbow in the side. His eyes fall on you and you shake your head in warning.
"I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor.... the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides."
"Thank you Ser Vaemond," chimes in Otto Hightower.
Vaemond casts another appraising glance over his shoulder in your mother's direction and again you notice Aemond's grip tighten around you.
Your mother nods, barely perceptibly, as Otto asks her to speak for your brother Luke now.
She steps forward, exhaling in annoyance for a moment. Before her gaze turns to Otto, she looks over at you again briefly.
"If I am to grace this farce, with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very..."
Everything stops.
The heavy door to the throne room opens and all eyes turn to the door to see who is interrupting. As the guard announces your grandsire, "King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."
All is silent and everyone looks towards the door, startled. You reach for Amond's hand, he holds it tightly. Your grandsire stands in the doorway, visibly straining. A walking stick supports him and with great effort he strides forward. He walks very slowly and it seems as if every heavy breath of his can be heard. No one dares to speak a word. Otto rises from his throne and as he comes down to you, you notice him and Lord Vaemond exchanging startled glances. But startled in a different way to the rest of those present.
As your grandsire steps closer to you, you see him stop, he gives your mother a long look. Your father stands in the background, but his gaze is full of concern and lowered.
He strides on, groaning again and again with exertion. But when, after an interminable time, he arrives at the steps of the throne, he looks at Otto, "I will sit the throne today," you almost hear him whisper. Otto replies with a, "Your Grace".
At the steps he comes to a stop, it seems too tiring for him, you look helplessly at Aemond. You see concern on his face too, but he continues to hold you.
A guard approaches your grandsire and wants to help him, but he only replies, "I will be fine. I will be fine."
When he has made it up a few steps, his crown falls down. You bury your face in the crook of Aemond's neck, he holds you in his arms. You hate to see him suffer like this. As you look back towards the throne, you see your father standing at your grandsire's side.
But he doesn't seem to have noticed who is standing there at first, as he says, "I said I'm fine".
But when he looks up, he sees your father, his brother. Your father must be encouraging him to go on, or at least you think he is, because your grandsire gives him a barely perceptible nod and continues walking. Your father carries his crown and helps him up the stairs.
When your grandsire finally makes it to the throne, your father stands before him. They look at each other briefly as your father slowly puts the crown back on his head.
Your father descends the steps, your eyes meet, you see the worry in his gaze.
He stands by your family's side again. Your mother also stands by Luke's side again.
Your grandsire exhales heavily a few times and groans briefly every now and then. Everyone is waiting for him to say something.
"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is Princess Rhaenys", each word coming out with great difficulty.
All eyes now turn to Princess Rhaenys.
"Indeed, your Grace," her soft voice rings out.
Again you notice Vaemon's uncomfortable glances, but this time they follow Princess Rhaenys.
She steps forward until she is standing before your grandsire, "It was my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son.... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree."
You look joyfully at your brothers and they nod at you. But not everyone seems so pleased. Vaemond and Otto look visibly irritated. You turn to Aemond, but he only raises his eyebrow and snorts slightly. Again he has your elbow lightly in his side.
As you hear your grandsire speak again, "Well.... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark..."
Once again you notice your parents exchanging glances. "... the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides."
Your mother looks visibly relieved. As Vaemond suddenly steps forward, "You break law.... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserve to inherit the name Velaryon."
You stiffen, feeling uneasy. Aemond looks at you briefly, but immediately looks back at Vaemond.
"No. I will not allow it."
Your father, on the other hand, looks almost amused. When your grandsire speaks up again, "Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."
Suddenly Vaemond shouts out, "That is no true Velaryon!". He points his finger at Luke.
Aemond takes a barely perceptible step forward and his arm is now protectively across your belly.
"And certainly no nephew of mine," Vaemond turns back to your grandsire.
You hear your mother instruct your brothers to go to their chambers before addressing Vaemond, "You have said enough."
"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you..." your grandsire suddenly chimes in.
"... are no more than the second son of Driftmark."
Vaemond looks up at your grandsire angrily, "You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine."
You look at Aemond worriedly and take hold of his arm, which still lies protectively in front of your belly. He, however, only looks at Vaemond. You take another step forward and stand next to Aemond again.
"My house survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides! And gods be damned...", Vaemond turns back in Luke's direction, still standing at your mother's side.
"... I will not see it ended on the account of this...", a pause filled with silence follows. Your hand seeks Aemonds and he holds it tightly. When your father dryly calls on Vaemond, "Say it."
And you can tell by his tone that he is not in a joking mood. Silence follows again, only your grandsire's heavy breathing can be heard.
Vaemond turns directly to your father, "Her children... are bastards!!!"
Your eyes grow wide and at that moment Vaemond turns in your direction, pointing his finger at you, Aemond immediately places himself a little in front of you and at the same time pushes you gently but firmly half behind him. His other hand rests on the pommel of his sword.
"But you are the greatest mockery! White hair, purple eyes! Because your mother committed adultery! Slept with her uncle! And you are also legitimised to call yourself a Targaryen! But you are also nothing but a bastard. All because the King can't control anything and your mother is a whore!!!"
You are seized with rage, you take a step forward, but Aemond pushes you back, wanting to step forward himself, his sword already half drawn.
As your grandsire stands up heavily and intervenes, "I... will have your tongue for that!"
Until suddenly a sword is brandished.
With one blow Vaemon's head is severed. His body falls to the floor, half his skull falls to the ground next to it. Screams echo through the hall. Your father stands behind Vaemond and leans on his sword.
Aemond now stands completely in front of you, protecting you, and you reach for his arm. You tremble a little.
"He can keep his tongue," your father says dryly. As Otto suddenly shouts, "Disarm him!"
But your father emotionlessly wipes his sword on his cloak, "No need."
Suddenly there are groans from your grandsire again, everyone looks up at him. He falls back on his throne and Alicent, who was at Helaena's side, runs up to him, "Call the maesters!"
Your mother goes up to him as well, "Father?"
"Please my Love, you must take something for the pain." begs Alicent as he falls weakened against her. But your grandsire is stubborn, "I will not cloud my mind, I must put things right."
A guard supports him and escorts him out of the throne room. A maester joins and supports the guard.
Alicent addresses you, "Please... go to your chambers.... I will see you tonight"
You cannot really respond, but Aemond puts his arm around you and leads you out of the throne room.
He leads you on, up to your chambers, you can't tell if Aemond talked to you on the way, you are paralysed. But Aemond is preoccupied with his own thoughts. He is relieved that Daemon has intervened. He is not sure how far he could have held you back. Nor would he have liked to leave your side. But he would have protected you at all costs, he would have struck Vaemond down in the throne room.
When you arrive in your chambers, Aemond turns you to him, holding your face gently in his hands, "Are you all right?"
You nod.
"Please don't take anything he said to heart. Promise me?"
You smile slightly. He first gently brushes his nose against yours and then kisses you. He breaks the kiss and lets his forehead lean against yours, "If Daemon hadn't done it, I would have killed him."
You are still smiling. You are shocked at what has just happened. First you were called a bastard, then Vaemond was beheaded, a bit much for one evening. Just as you are about to say something, you feel a sharp sting. You gasp and grab your stomach.
Aemond looks at you in panic, "What's wrong?"
You breathe heavily, "He's very active and.... just kicking..."
Aemond leads you to the sofa and helps you to sit down slowly.
"He, mmhm?"
You smile as Aemond walks into the adjoining bathroom. After a short while, he returns, holding a bottle. You have to chuckle for a moment.
When the slightest bulge was visible on your belly, Aemond set off for the maesters. He has commissioned an oil that is supposed to be good for your skin. And since then he has been massaging it into your belly regularly.
He kneels down in front of you and carefully opens your dress. He pushes your vest back over your belly. He pours a small amount of oil on his palms, briefly rubs his palms together and then begins to massage your belly.
"So a boy?"
You chuckle and nod, "I'm telling you, he's wild. That's not a girl."
He clicks his tongue, "Well, like I told you, our girl just has the temperament of a dragon."
Now you have to laugh. He smiles and continues to gently massage your belly.
Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 4
Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence
Author’s note: Hey you (:
This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".
The story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd.
However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
For this part I had to translate a few sentences into High Valyrian. I used a website for this, if it's not correct, sorry!
Word count: 4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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The sun is high in the sky, only small, light clouds adorn the blue sky beside it. You let your gaze wander as you stand on your balcony. The sun's rays lightly warm your face while you are lost in thought.
You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel arms wrap around you. Or at least they try to. Your big belly is in the way, but the hands gently wrap around your belly and caress it tenderly.
Gently Aemond lets his nose wander over the side of your face, "My Queen..." you hear him whisper. You smile.
You are expecting your first child. It will be the third child to walk through these walls. Helaena and Aegon have already had twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys. You love the little ones. They're sweet and reserved, like Helaena. And especially now that you're heavily pregnant and happy to sit anywhere, you sit with Helaena for hours while the little ones play around you. And the little ones have also become so used to your presence that they are almost tearful when you don't sit with them. Little Jaehaera likes to sit by your side and show you different flowers that she has collected in the gardens with Helaena's help. She likes to put the flowers on your belly, making sure that the flowers are ordered by colour and size. As she does this, she tells the baby, as best she can, what the flowers look like that are currently on your belly. She is a clever little girl and it makes you smile every time you watch her.
It actually took you a while to get pregnant. The talk among the servants was already getting loud. At first they said you didn't find Aemond attractive enough to sleep with him. When Aemond tried to counter that, he made you moan so much at night that his name echoed throughout the Red Keep.
But then they needed another explanation. Soon after, you heard talk about not being fertile.... When you heard this, you could only shake your head, but Aemond became angry. In his anger you stopped him, because after all, according to the servants, you were always to blame and it would not have made any difference if he had given free rein to his anger.
But what they didn't know was that you didn't want to get pregnant right away, but wanted to enjoy some more time with Aemond.
And thank the gods, Aemond is very well-read, even when it comes to female nature. And so he also got hold of scriptures about how and when a woman can become pregnant. Therefore, at times when you desired him more than you otherwise would have, you took special care that he did not pour his seed into you. To your surprise, this worked for a while, but when you realised you were pregnant, you were overcome with a joy you had never felt before.
Immediately you noticed that something was not normal. At first you thought you had just eaten something bad because you were overcome by a persistent nausea. But Aemond also drew your attention to the fact that your breasts had become larger. When the second moon passed and you still didn't bleed, it was clear to you. You were pregnant.
But you didn't want to just tell Aemond, you wanted it to be special. So you made your way to the kitchen. You let the servants know that you were going to have your dinner in your chambers and that you had special requests for it.
Everything you eat for the evening must be small in size. So baby vegetables, like small carrots, small broccoli florets, small corn on the cob and so on. Also, there should only be small fillets and small breads.
That got you a few funny looks, but they fulfilled your wishes.
Then at noon you intercepted Aemond, gave him many kisses on the lips and told him that in the evening you would like to have dinner with him alone in your chambers.
He just smirked at you and was delighted, of course, because he had something naughty in mind.
When Aemond came to your chambers in the evening, it was not long before dinner arrived. But at first Aemond did not notice the effort you had made. He was sitting next to you at the table, had just come from the training ground and was hungry. He filled his plate with various vegetables and pieces of fillet. Lively conversations filled your rooms until at some point he looked at his plate, "Did we actually only get leftovers to eat today? Why is the food so small... Don't they know that I train every day?"
You had to stifle a grin and bit your lips to help yourself.
He looked at you, "What? What's so funny?"
You let your gaze wander to his plate, "Look again closely"
His gaze slowly wandered down, "Small carrots.... Baby corncobs, small broccoli.... Even the meat is small! Just like for babies... But I doubt even a baby could get full of it..."
He slowly looked up at you and saw you grinning, "Are you with child...?" he whispers. You nodded and tears came to your eyes. Aemond jumped up and hugged you hastily.
You hadn't expected that and so you both slide off the chair. He let you fall on top of him and kissed you continuously, you started laughing, "Aemond! Stop it!" you giggled.
"My dear wife... My Love! Now I won't leave your side for a second.... You produce new life... our child..." He continued to kiss you.
Aemond spent the rest of the evening with you in your shared chambers. He was supposed to attend a council meeting to be introduced to the assumption of royal duties. But when the servant came to tell him that the council was waiting for him, he simply sent him away. Instead, he caressed you for hours, which led to you finally making passionate love to each other.
A soft "mmmhm", which sounds next to your ear, brings you back to reality. You turn your head to Aemond, he smiles.
"A penny for your thoughts," rings in your ears. You just chuckle softly.
Then you hear him whisper, "A girl would be nice".
You giggle softly, "You don't want a boy?"
He presses his nose further into the crook of your neck, "I am satisfied with everything... Whether it's a boy or a girl... But the thought that I could father something as tender as you... that would be lovely... "
Again you giggle, "I don't know if that's so tender in me.... it kicks all the time"
He kisses your neck, "Our girl has the temperament of a dragon... I feel we're having a girl"
You shake your head slightly, "Mhmm I don't think so.... something so restless can't be a delicate little girl."
He chuckles.
During your entire pregnancy, Aemond took care of you and hardly let you out of his sight. But you have a guilty conscience about it. You didn't want him to struggle with his royal duties and then feel obliged to be by your side all the time. You wanted to give him a few quiet hours when he didn't have to be by your side all the time. Another reason why you like to sit with Helaena and the little ones.
In doing so, he would not tell you that he likes to be by your side and literally watch your belly grow. He still likes it best when you are in your shared chambers.
His favourite thing is to caress your belly while you are surrounded by a mountain of pillows. He lies next to you and talks to your belly. Sometimes he brings in a book to do this. It lies on his lap while he reads to you and the child. But sometimes he just makes up stories about dragons and battles, and makes you laugh with elaborate and illogical endings.
But it also happens that when the baby seems restless in the evening and is constantly kicking, he talks to the baby in High Valyrian.
You point out to him that it is not relevant whether he talks to the baby in High Valyrian or not. But he justifies himself by saying that he feels it makes the baby calmer and he wants it to get used to the sound. And even when he speaks softly, you can hear him whispering to your belly that there is no reason for all the kicking and that it shouldn't stress his pretty mother so much. Then, even more quietly, he whispers that he can hardly wait for it to come into the world, it seems as if you are not supposed to hear that.
But of course you hear all of it and you just smile and lovingly stroke his soft hair as you listen to his murmurings.
However, your pregnancy does not only bring such pleasant moments. Aemond is always by your side and tries to keep every possible unpleasantness away from you, but that doesn't change the fact that you are now fat and ugly. Once called the most beautiful princess in the entire realm, you now feel like some fat lord who would only drink and eat. Only the missing beard on your face would make the difference visible. At least that's how you feel. Since a few moons have passed and you have already gone through most of your pregnancy, you are convinced that your belly has a life of its own. Judging by the size and movements inside.
You never saw it as necessary to have a lady-in-waiting by your side. You have always been able to take care of yourself. But now you have to admit to yourself that you need help. Your belly is the size of a dragon's head. Of Balerion, to be precise.
Alicent immediately had new dresses made for you when your dress suddenly tore at the seam on the side of the dress at dinner. You were startled and could only look at Aemond in panic.
Aemond didn't hesitate for a second and immediately put his leather waistcoat on you. Still shocked, you sat there, unable to move at first. Aemond, however, carefully helped you up and was about to lead you to your chambers when Aegon's voice rang out, "Brother... now let us at least see something beautiful at this dreary dinner".
Alicent immediately hissed Aegon's name angrily. You only tightened your grip on Aemond's arm, unable to return a sentence or at least an insult to Aegon.
"Brother, avert your gaze from my wife. I have already warned you once and I will not repeat it," Aemond replied dryly. You just hear Aegon giggle at that.
Of course, you burst into tears when you were in your shared chambers. That was proof to you that you had become fat. But Aemond, of course, was there to convince you otherwise. That a wonderful new life was growing inside you. Yet that was little consolation for you. Nevertheless, Aemond held you all night and assured you that you were not fat and that you were getting beautiful new clothes. And that was the moment you realised you needed help. The next morning you went to Alicent and asked for a lady-in-waiting to help you dress for the duration of your pregnancy, so that your belly was warm and safe. She must have guessed how hard this was for you, because she just smiled warmly and hugged you tightly.
But for Aemond you were not fat, his child was growing inside you, and every inch your belly grew was proof of your love. He desires you more every day, and it costs him great effort to keep his hands off you. Whether it is to make your aching body parts more bearable by gently massaging your neck, your back or your swollen feet, or to let his fingers do other soothing work.
But even though he's constantly trying to make you feel good, your hormones are unstoppable and this often ends in outbursts of anger, which Aemond feels most often because he's usually by your side. However, you often burst into tears shortly afterwards and apologise to him incessantly while the tears still run down your cheek.
No one has told you how exhausting pregnancy is, both physically and mentally.
But Aemond bears it bravely. He endures every tantrum stoically, only to take you in his arms afterwards, caress you and assure you that he won't leave you for a less fat or more sociable lady who doesn't go into hysterics all the time. He admires the way you put up with the discomfort of pregnancy and sees it as a small thing to put up with your tantrums. Probably also because he knows that everything that passes your lips during these tantrums is rarely meant that way.
He is just happy when you lie in bed with him in the evening and he can caress you for hours. This has become your little ritual. Aemond no longer has any obligations in the evenings, the evenings are your time together.
Then he puts several pillows in your bed so that you can lie comfortably. He massages your feet, because they usually always hurt, or he goes in search of something edible in the Red Keep that you crave. He is doing all this so that you can at least find a few hours of sleep, because at the moment it is hard for you to find any sleep.
This time it is a knock that brings you back to reality. A soft but hurried knock, followed by a "Ñuha dārilaros? Ñuha dārilaros?" (My princess? My prince?) echoes through your chambers.
Aemond sighs, "Māzigon isse!" (Come in!)
You turn to the door and see a dragonkeeper enter, he bows his head briefly, "Ñuha dārilaros, issa nūmāzma Meraxes." (My princess, it is about Meraxes)
You stiffen, Aemond holds you in his arms, "Skoros nūmāzma zirȳla?" (What about her?)
"Issa... issa acting strangely. Ēza issare syt tubissa. Issa daor eating properly se kessa daor ivestragī anyone va zirȳla" (She… She is acting strangely. She has been for days. She's not eating properly and she won't let anyone near her.)
Aemond answers for you, "Syt tubissa sir? Se ao sagon sepār māzis bē lēda bisa sir?" (For days now? And you're just coming up with this now?)
The servant nods, "Ñuha dārilaros.... īlon... īlon gōntan daor jaelagon naejot jenigon ao lēda bisa. Yn issa becoming tolī se tolī aggressive se iksis nūmāzma naejot pykagon perzys" (My prince... we... we did not want to bother you with this.... But she is becoming more and more aggressive and is about to spit fire)
Aemond always manages to make the dragonkeepers stutter with nervousness. You lightly press your elbow into his side.
"Kirimvose syt letting nyke gīmigon. Kesan sagon va ñuha ñuhoso" (Thank you for letting me know. I will be on my way.)
Aemond looks at you incredulously. He turns to the servant, "Kostā jikagon" (You may go.)
He just bows his head and hastily leaves your chambers.
"You can't really want to go to the Dragonpit"
You look at him, he looks worried, "Why not? My dragon is in a bad way. Of course I will be by her side"
"You're heavily pregnant. You shouldn't be around a dragon who is behaving irrationally. Let me go."
"I am aware of my pregnancy. But I am not terminally ill. So I will be by her side. Because you won't be able to go near her any more than the dragonkeepers."
You kiss Aemond gently on the cheek and head for the door.
"Then at least let me come with you," you hear Aemond say.
"So you can protect me from the dragon fire?" you smile at him.
"That's not even a little bit funny," Aemond looks at you seriously. You accept his raised arm and you make your way to the Dragonpit.
It worries you that Meraxes is behaving like this. She's not aggressive, not one bit. Except she has to be, and she has to protect those she loves. But this unprovoked aggressiveness worries you. As quickly as you can, you go to the Dragonpit. The way is more strenuous than you thought and so you cling a little to Aemond's arm.
When you arrive at the Dragonpit, Meraxes notices you immediately. She is standing in a corner, alone, and that is unusual. She is a social dragon and at least always near Vhagar. But Vhagar is crouched in the opposite corner, asleep. At least that's how it seems.
Meraxes looks towards you and wants to come towards you, but she suddenly falters in mid-motion. A rumbling makes itself felt in her chest and she cries out. She stops and looks at you. Aemond holds you tightly by the arm and stands half in front of you. You think it's sweet that he wants to keep you safe. He seems to really want to shield you from the dragon's flames. Not that his body could protect you from a dragon's flames. Nor would he need to protect you from Meraxes. But it's the thought that counts.
Meraxes lets her head wander, keeping an eye on everything and observing every living thing in the Dragonpit, while her tail slides back and forth menacingly.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Vhagar raise his head briefly and also let out a growl. Aemond looks in Vhagar's direction and raises his hand reassuringly. Meraxes takes a few steps back and sits down, as if Vhagar has told her to calm down. Her nervousness worries you and you cautiously walk in her direction, but before you can step out from behind Aemond he holds you back, "Ȳdra daor sesīr pendagon nūmāzma ziry." (Don't even think about it)
But you shake off his arm and walk carefully towards Meraxes. She is still watching everything closely, but you are now close to her. The closer you come to her side, the calmer she becomes, until you stand at her side and gently stroke her neck. "Skoros iksis pirta ñuha riña?" (What is wrong my girl?), you say calmly to her.
She snorts, you have to smile a little and continue stroking her, letting the warmth of her body flood through you. "Gaomagon ao feel mērī?" (Do you feel alone?)
Slowly she turns her head towards you, you take a step towards her head and she gently presses it into your side.
At the same moment, her rear end moves to the side, and as you look to the side, seeing what her rear end has exposed, you gasp out, "Aemond!"
Aemond, startled by your silent scream, immediately wants to rush to you, but Meraxes moves her head menacingly in his direction and again a rumble sounds in her chest. He does not see you, for there is a huge dragon skull between you. "Y/n!" leaves his lips in near panic.
Still standing in the same spot, you whisper to her, "Sagon iā sȳz riña. Ivestragī zirȳla māzigon naejot nyke, ēza naejot jurnegon tolī se babies tolī mirre..." (Be a good girl. Let him come to me, he has to take care of the babies after all)
Her head moves in your direction again and Aemond takes a step forward. This time her head stays at your side and Aemond hurries to you. As he steps closer to you, you hear him, "Skoros iksis ziry??" (What is it??)
You smile at him, "Jurnegon.... Meraxes ēza ilagontan drōma", (Look... Meraxes has laid eggs) your hand is still gently on Meraxes.
Aemond starts to smile, his hand moves down your arm. You slowly walk towards the eggs and stroke your hand along Meraxe's body. You kneel down carefully and look at the eggs. Three eggs in the colours gold, blue and green lie there. Each egg shell shimmers in a different colour. Carefully you take the eggs, "Ñuha riña, mazeminna care hen zirȳ, okay?" (My girl, I will take care of them, okay?). Again you hear a sigh from her.
When you reach Aemond, he takes the eggs from you. You walk towards the dragonkeepers, "Ziry should sagon arlī naejot normal. Ēza ilagontan drōma." (She should be back to normal. She has laid eggs.) you grin and present three eggs.
"Emā naejot gūrogon care hen drōma, kostilus. Skori ñuha riña iksis āzma, jaelan se kasta drōmon naejot sagon placed isse se riña's cradle" (You have to take care of the eggs, please. When my child is born, I want the blue egg to be placed in the child's cradle.)
The dragonkeepers bow their heads briefly, "Hen rhinka ñuha dārilaros" (Of course my princess). Aemond carefully hands over the eggs to the dragonkeepers.
Amond's arm is around your waist as you make your way back to your chambers. Again and again he kisses your cheek, "The blue egg for our daughter?" he asks you.
You smile at him, "Yes... I thought our son would be pleased that his father always has a Sapphir with him.... And he has a blue dragon by his side."
Aemond looks at you lovingly and gently kisses your lips.
A few weeks later, Aemond tells you at dinner in the evening that your family is coming to King's Landing. You are initially delighted until he tells you the reason for the visit.
Luke's claim as heir to Driftmark is challenged by Vaemond Velaryon. Your gaze darkens and your anger is clearly visible. But just as you are about to get upset, Aegon speaks up, "Niece, what did you expect? With such a strong appearance and rather few features that scream Velaryon.... it was bound to happen." Your eyes shoot sparks in his direction and Alicent hisses "Aegon!"
Aemond squeezes your hand, knowing how hard it is for you to hold back at the moment.
You just throw your napkin on your plates and wordlessly leave the table. Aemond comes after you, having given Aegon a warning look.
As quickly as you can, you make your way to your chambers.
"My Love," you hear Aemond behind you.
He holds your arm as he reaches you, "My Love… Surely you haven't eaten enough. Let me get you some more food."
But you're too angry to even think about eating for a moment, "I can't be in the same room with Aegon for a second longer! Otherwise there's a danger that I'll sit on his face with my fat ass to suffocate him!!!"
Aemond has to suppress a smirk, "We shouldn't try that.... In the end, it could be a fetish of his..."
You give him a warning look.
He just embraces you and presses you against him as far as he can, and lightly kisses the tip of your nose. "Try to see it that way... You haven't been able to see your family since our wedding... which I'm not necessarily sad about.... but they will be here again and you can spend time with them. And try not to pay attention to Aegon... as I do most of the time."
You nod slowly, "Do you know when they will arrive?"
"In about a week"
"How do you actually know they're going to come here?"
Aemond gently strokes your cheek, "My mother told me this afternoon and I asked her to let me tell you". You nod slowly and begin to smile, "Will you behave?" you ask him.
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Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 3
Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence
Author’s note: Hi you (:
This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".
The story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd.
However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
18+ NSFW
Word count: 2.4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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You kiss passionately in front of your chambers. You cannot wait until you are inside. Your hands are sunk in his hair as you try to press him closer to you.
A deep moan sounds deep in his throat and he grabs you by your waist, pressing you further against him. You feel his arousal. You take one of your hands out of his hair and fumble with the door behind you. Somehow you manage to open the door, but when you try to step through, Aemond stops you.
"No, no, my Queen. From now on I will only carry you on my hands," and faster than you can answer, Aemond has you in his arms and carries you through the door. You giggle, "Aemond! Let me down!"
He laughs too, " Anything my Queen commands me to do."
As you stand in front of him again, it doesn't take a moment for your lips to find his again. You feel his hands all over your body, he doesn't seem to have them under control. They glide restlessly from one place to the next. With every inch they explore, the heat inside you rises.
His lips find their way along your jaw and further down your neck to your cleavage. His hot breath tickles your sensitive skin. He leaves countless kisses that inflame your soft cleavage skin.
You moan loudly when his hands suddenly grab your ass and press you tightly against him. You take his face in your hands, pure lust radiating from his eye. You pause for a moment and then you kiss him wildly.
A wild dance of teeth and tongues sparks between you.
Aemond pushes you further into the chambers until you are standing in front of your bed.
He turns you around, you press your back against his chest and he slowly kisses your neck. You feel his hand pull down the neckline of your dress and your breasts are now exposed. A light breeze coming in from the window makes your nipples harden. His hands reach for your tender nipples and squeeze them lightly, you gasp. You reach back and press his head further into your neck. His breath is heavy against your neck as he suddenly groans.
The moan brings you back to reality for a moment and you feel that you are already completely wet. You groan out, "Fuck... Aemond... I can't wait any longer"
He chuckles into your neck. You whimper briefly at the sudden loss of his hands on your breasts. When all you hear is a blade being drawn, you gasp in shock and look over your shoulder.
Aemond swings his dagger and in one movement the back strings of your dress are gone. Your dress slides to your feet and you are shocked for a moment, "Aemond...! This is my wedding dress!"
He chuckles and kisses your cheek, "I'll have new strings sewn in"
Gently he caresses your arms, you shiver slightly. His kisses softly move down to your neck.
His arms wrap around your lower belly, his nose softly brushes the back of your neck, you hear a "Mmmhm".
You slowly turn in his arms and kiss him. Your hands move to his chest as if by magic and you begin to open his green velvet waistcoat. The waistcoat falls to the floor as you slip it off his shoulders. His vest follows shortly after. Again your lips find each other like two magnets and your tongues continue the hot dance.
Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him down onto the bed.
He lies on top of you and looks into your eyes, he just smiles. You gently kiss the tip of his nose.
He sits up for a moment and takes off the rest of his clothes. As he lies on top of you again, you feel his hot length pulsing on your already wet underwear. Aemond kisses gently down your neck. Reaching your breasts, he sucks briefly on your nipples, a gasp leaving you. Again your hands find his hair and you press him further against you, your moans becoming more regular.
You protest briefly as he breaks contact with your nipples. He chuckles at your protest and leaves light kisses on the skin of your torso. Slowly he lets his nose wander over your soft belly. His hands clasp your hips as he continues to move his face towards your warm core. When he has arrived between your legs, he kisses the inside of your thighs tenderly.
You moan softly and begin to move your hips impatiently towards him. But he doesn't let himself be pushed and patiently soaks up all your beauty. He sees how soaked your underwear is and a "so pretty.... so wet" leaves his lips as he finally kisses your moist fold above your underwear. You gasp again.
Your body has taken on a life of its own and your hips push further and further towards him.
Slowly he pulls your underwear down over your long legs, gently caressing your thighs with his hand. "How I've missed you over the week," he murmurs against your thigh as he kisses you softly again.
"And yet... I wasn't even gone...", you gasp.
He gently bites your thigh and you giggle.
Your giggle turns to a whimper as his fingers leave little circles on your thighs. They move lightly to your wet fold, but too slowly for your liking.
"You were always asleep... how I would have liked to wake you up...", he whispers.
"Why didn't you... Why didn't you just do it?", again you push your hips towards him. But this time towards his fingers, which are dangerously close to your warm core and yet only continue to caress your thigh.
He chuckles briefly before his mouth devotes itself fully to your wet core without warning.
He moans against you and the vibration he produces makes your lower body shake. His tongue sinks effortlessly where you need it most. You cry out. Your hands tighten in the sheets beneath you and you feel your wet walls trying to clench around nothing. You want, no you need him inside you.
He lets his tongue wander to your clit and presses firm, quick circles against it. He sucks up all your arousal and moans again against your wet fold.
Your hands get lost in his hair and you continue to press him against you, your moans never letting up. Two of his fingers find their way inside you and you feel the pressure growing in your abdomen.
"Aemond... Aemond... I'm about to come..."
"This won't be the only time tonight," he groans out.
You only look down at him for a moment, but you see his eye burning with lust. His large pupils, swallowing the purple colour of his lustful gaze, stare at you briefly before returning his full attention to your warm fold. His fingers slide faster into you, he penetrates incessantly into your sweet spot that will bring you your release.
You moan, your thighs tremble and Aemond feels your walls tighten around his fingers. Your back arches and your hands claw back into the sheets beneath you. Aemond holds you by your waist with one hand and sinks his face further into you, tasting every drop of your release.
As your moans become quieter and only your rapid breathing can be heard, he slowly lifts his face. You look down at him and he simply smiles. His mouth and chin are wet from your arousal and you are immediately aroused again by the sight. You pull him up by his arms and kiss him.
You wrap yourself around him, your hands are on his shoulders. You look deep into his eyes as you turn him in one movement so that he is under you. He looks at you, startled for a moment, but the expression is quickly replaced by a grin. You slide your legs over his hips and his hands are immediately on your thighs.
You feel his growing hardness against your wet fold. You grind down on his hardness and he moans loudly.
"Oh... You like that, don't you?"
He grins at you and with one movement you feel his hips move. His hard cock presses firmly against your wet fold and you moan involuntarily.
His grin has not disappeared. You lean down and enclose his lips with yours. Slowly you let your wet fold move over his cock until he is completely soaked. He groans softly. You sit up again and lay your hands on his firm chest. Your hips move rhythmically while Aemond takes off his eye patch and puts it away.
Slowly you position yourself on the tip of his cock and slowly let yourself slide to its full length. Aemond looks down and sees you lowering yourself onto him, "You were made.. for this.... to have me inside you..." he gasps.
You moan out as Aemond slides further into you. You let yourself slide up and down. You let him slide deeper into you each time, both of you moaning out. Obscene wet noises fill your chambers. He grabs your hip and lifts you up and down, bouncing you on his cock. He thrusts into you so perfectly and you can't help but hold onto his muscular arms. "So... perfect," he grunts as he sees him disappear into you repeatedly.
His hands wander up your body and find your breasts. He massages them as you continue to slide up and down. Your hands go over his and you squeeze them as a sign for him to squeeze your breasts harder. Your head falls back as you groan loudly.
When he suddenly turns you around and you are now lying under him. You let your hands fall beside your head as he kisses you eagerly and without warning he slides all the way into you. He lets his hand slide into yours and you intertwine your fingers. Passionate kisses follow for a short moment, you take a breath when he suddenly picks up the pace again.
With full force he pumps into you, your legs are around his trim waist. The heels of your feet press against his ass, trying to guide him deeper. Where he wants to be and where you want to feel him.
His hand is now on your hip to get a grip, to fuck you properly. Aemond is breathing heavily and you feel the fire in your lower belly spreading again. "I want you to cum inside me," you moan.
He looks at you and lets his lips meet yours. When he notices how your walls tighten around him. How your thighs start to tremble slightly around his hips and how your hands reach for his arms just to grab something. He gasps against your lips, "I'm going to fill you with my cum.... My seed will grow inside you"
And then you can't hold it back any more. Your second climax hits you harder than the first one. You moan loudly and press your face into the crook of his neck. You are sure that the entire Red Keep has heard you.
Aemond's thrusts are starting to falter, you hear him moan and this time he doesn't pull his cock out of you. He pumps all his cum into you. "Take all of me," you hear him gasp. With each powerful thrust he moans out until he is milked dry. You are both breathing heavily.
Your hands cup his face and you kiss him, your legs still wrapped around him. "I love you," he murmurs against your lips. You don't stop kissing him.
For a while Aemond remains lying on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck, you only feel his warm breath.
Until he sits up and slowly pulls out of you. He sits between your legs and notices how single drops of his cum run out of you. Carefully he lets two fingers slide into you to press his cum back into your warmth, you shudder a little. You hear him whisper, "No... I want this to stay inside you.... I want to see your belly swell..."
"Already?" you ask. He smiles at you.
He remains seated between your legs, gently caressing your body. His fingers keep tracing new paths over your body, fondling your soft skin. Your eyes are closed, you concentrate on his touch as he watches you lovingly.
Your hair is wildly scattered around your head on the pillow, almost like a halo. Aemond admires this view.
When his touches suddenly stop and he stands up, you open your eyes, "Where are you going?" you whisper. He comes back with his dagger, "Aemond.... what are you up to?"
He looks at you, "Well, we managed to avoid being witnessed consummating the marriage, but we still have to present blood tomorrow."
You look startled as he puts the blade to his forearm.
"Aemond!" you gasp.
He cuts himself lightly and lets a few drops of blood drip onto the sheet.
You watch him, "No one will question your purity. I was your first man... and I will be your only one."
He lets his gaze wander to you. You sit up and lean over to him. Slowly you let your lips slide onto his.
Your foreheads are leaning against each other as you get up and go into the adjoining bathroom. You look for something to bandage his arm. Finally you find something. You return with a linen cloth and tie it around his forearm.
You pull him back to you on the bed. You lie facing each other.
It is quiet, only your eyes meet a few times while he lets his fingers dance over your soft skin again. "Aemond... kiss me?" you whisper.
His eyes linger on yours, "Of course, my Queen," he kisses you softly and gently. Your arm moves around his neck and you pull him closer to you.
Slowly you press your weight against him and he slowly lets you push him onto his back, into the mattress.
You lie down on top of him. He chuckles softly as you deepening the kiss.
And his hands find their way onto your body again.
Long Last Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 1
Summary: You are finally engaged to Aemond Targaryen. As the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, you will now live in King's Landing and no longer on Dragonstone. Your marriage to Aemond is imminent, as is your life together. The relationship between Aemond and your family has never been particularly easy, but the future will show whether your love will withstand this and subsequent tensions.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: In some parts Smut (uncle/niece) as well as violence
Author’s note: Hi you (:
This is the follow-up story to "Long Lost Love".
This story starts just before the wedding of Aemond and y/n and goes over the events of the first season hotd.
However, the events are not quite similar to those in the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Enjoy reading and have a wonderful Christmas to all of you (who celebrate it)!!! ❤️
18+ NSFW
Word count: 3.1k
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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Several moons have passed since your family went back to Dragonstone.
Shortly after your family left King's Landing, you visited them on Dragonstone. After all, you had to bring Meraxes to King's Landing. And although you would never admit it to Jace, you miss his constant presence. Just as you miss not having your father around.
For Meraxes, the adjustment to now living in King's Landing has not been easy.
Since she has been alive, she has been used to being with Vermax, Arrax, Caraxes as well as Syrax.
Just as you were used to growing up close to your siblings, Meraxes did with your brothers' and parents' dragons.
Now she lives in the dragonpit, a very different environment and with three other dragons at that. She gets along with Vhagar, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre, but you can tell it's not easy for her.
You try to make the transition as easy as possible for her. You spend many hours in the dragonpit. As soon as Aemond goes to training, you go to the dragonpit. Often you sit leaning against Meraxes and read books. But just as often you try to ride out with her. Then you grab Aemond and ride with Meraxes and Vhagar through the clouds above King's Landing. Meraxes and Vhagar seem to be getting on well, at least you sense that the old dragon lady seems to be reassuring Meraxes.
When you arrive at the dragonpit after breakfast, Meraxes is actually always with Vhagar. You like the idea that Meraxes seems to feel comfortable with Vhagar, just as you feel comfortable with Aemond.
When you are not in the dragonpit, you are in Aemond's chambers. You enjoy your new life with Aemond to the fullest and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. All the countless hours you spend together in his chambers. He usually has a book on his lap and you in his arms while you enjoy the peace and quiet together. Or he may have you sitting on his lap while you enjoy yourselves for hours under the sheets in his bed.
But mostly you just sit in front of the fireplace. You sit cross-legged on the sofa while Aemond sits on the floor in front of you, his back turned to you. Of course, he is reading a book while you run your hands through his soft hair.
Tonight was another one of those evenings. After dinner you sneaked into his chambers, and now you sit in front of the fire and let your fingers wander through his hair again. Slowly you begin to braid individual strands. Aemond wouldn't admit it, but he likes how lovingly you always take care of his hair.
When he has a few braids in his hair, you must imagine how nice it would be to have a daughter walking through your chambers who would also fall in love with his hair and couldn't keep her hands off it.
"You know what?", you murmur.
An "mmhm?" rings out in his chest.
"If we had a daughter, she would love your hair as well"
You hear him chuckle, "I think I already have one person by my side who can't keep her hands off my hair...I wouldn't need a daughter for that"
Lightly you nudge his back with your knee. You let your fingers glide further through his soft hair. Almost absently, you ask him, "Do you think we're allowed to have shared chambers already?"
Aemond looks at you over his shoulder, "We spend most of our time together anyway?"
You nod, your hands not leaving his hair, "Yes, but I mean, my things would be here as well... Do you think that would be allowed?"
"Why not? I'll instruct that first thing tomorrow," his gaze returning to the book in his lap.
You hit him lightly on the shoulder, "It's not that simple.... We're not married yet. We should probably ask your parents for permission first"
He shakes his head slightly, "We are betrothed and as good as wed. Why ask?"
"Aemond..."
"Well if it feels better for you, of course I will ask"
Slowly he leans his head back and lets it rest in your lap. You lean forward and gently kiss his lips.
"Thank you...", you whisper.
A light "mmmh" can be heard.
The next day after breakfast, when you set off for the dragonpit, Aemond goes to see his mother.
It doesn't really seem necessary for him to ask permission to share your chambers. You are going to get married soon, and whether you sleep in the same bed now or in a few weeks officially ... well, it makes no difference to him. But you care and he takes your needs seriously, so he will talk to his mother now.
When he enters her chambers, Alicent looks up. She is sitting on a bench and Helaena is with her. Helaena smiles joyfully at her brother. He smiles sweetly at her.
"Aemond," Alicent smiles.
Aemond nods at her, "Mother. I have a request."
She looks at him questioningly, "What would you like to ask?"
Aemond tries to smile, "y/n and I would like to share our chambers already now."
Alicent looks shocked, "What? It is not customary for the wife and husband to share chambers."
She doesn't seem to fully understand Aemond or doesn't want to understand him.
He sighs, " y/n and I will not have a marriage where we do not share our chambers. But we would already like to move into shared chambers now."
He stands in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, and he can literally see Alicent beginning to understand.
She looks at him shocked, "Already?! Aemond! You can't! What kind of talk would that create?"
He looks at her unimpressed, "I don't give a damn mother. What is the gossip supposed to accomplish? That y/n will be pushed into a marriage with me?"
She looks at him still shocked, "Aemond.... have you already slept with her...?"
Amond's face takes on serious features, "That, mother, is really none of your business."
She inhales sharply. She is irritated by his dismissive attitude. "Aemond. You can't behave like this."
But he sticks to his decision, "Mother. I'm going to marry her in a few weeks. If it were up to me, she would already be my wife. I only approached you with this request out of courtesy and because it was important to y/n. We will have common chambers."
Alicent just shakes her head slowly. Helaena has to grin. She thinks it's sweet that Aemond is so committed to you. Aegon wouldn't even come close to doing the same for her.
Alicent turns back to Aemond, "Very well.... That doesn't mean I approve of it. But while you're here, y/n should think about which lady-in-waiting she would like to have."
Aemond gives her an irritated look, "Y/n doesn't care for that sort of thing. She's perfectly capable of taking care of her own needs."
"I'm glad for her. Still, she is now a lady of the court. A princess," she replies to Aemond.
Now Aemond is the one shaking his head, "Yes, but that does not change the fact that it is independent. She will not need a lady-in-waiting. Mother... there is nothing more to say. I shall take my leave. I have responsibilities to fulfill," He bows his head briefly as he turns his back to her and leaves her chambers.
Alicent just stares after him in disbelief.
As Helaena turns to her mother, "Mother, don't you think it's sweet how Aemond stands up for y/n needs?"
Alicent just smiles at her absently, "Yes my dear... That is indeed sweet."
Alicent seeks out Viserys shortly thereafter.
She is worried about what kind of gossip might arise if you already share your chambers and she hopes that Viserys will side with her this time.
But he looks at her half amused, "Are you serious? It bothers you that she doesn't want a lady-in-waiting?"
She snorts, "Did you ignore the first part? That's half the point, but they want to share their chambers.... Even before the wedding!"
Viserys shakes his head dismissively, "What can I say about that? They're young, they're in love. And they're soon to be wed. Of course they want to spend their time together."
Alicent looks at him in shock. Just once, she wished he would stand behind her. "How can you tolerate such a thing?"
Viserys just looks at her, "Perhaps I'm just happy for my son that he can marry for love."
Alicent gives him a pained look and just nods.
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For a few weeks now you have been living in your shared chambers.
You love the fact that you can now spend evenings with Aemond without secrecy.
In the afternoon you are with Aemond in your chambers. Aemond sits on the sofa and reads a book, you lie on the bed and look at the ceiling. Nothing makes you happier than being with Aemond now, but still you feel something missing. You could almost say you're bored in King's Landing.
Even Aegon has been rather boring lately. It seems like he's been drunk a lot more often since his wedding than he was before. But he's probably just getting ready to father offspring with Helaena.
And even though you enjoy your time with Aemond, you notice that your brothers are not present. They are always up for some nonsense or silly conversation. Even Rob's presence would make you happy right now.
Gods what you would give for a little game.
You lift your head and look over at Aemond. He is still sitting on the sofa and reading.
"Aemond... I'm bored," you finally say.
He looks up from his book, "Then read a little. There are still some books over there," he points briefly to a small table by the door."
You pout a bit, "I already have..."
Aemond raises an eyebrow.
"And I miss my brothers.... My parents...?"
Now he smiles at you.
"After all, my brothers... even Rob... were always up for a game or something like that."
Now you have him, he turns further in your direction, "Well, I'm up for that too"
You sit up and smile at him, "My dear betrothed.... I love you because of your tender ways... your sharp mind... maybe because of your beauty too... But playing games is not exactly your strong suit."
He looks at you almost offended, "Well, as far as I can remember, our entire childhood consisted of playing games."
You have to stifle a laugh, "Oh really...? We were children, Aemond, we knew nothing but playing games.“
Now he closes his book, "I can play games!"
You grin, "Yeah? Okay, let's go"
He stands up, "What do you want to do?"
You think for a moment, ".... mmhm how about drinking tea..."
He raises an eyebrow, "Drink tea? And you say I'm boring..." "... naked."
He looks at you with his mouth half open.
"And I never said you were boring. I want to make that clear."
Aemond is still standing there looking at you. Slowly you rise from the bed and walk towards him, "Will you have tea with me?"
As you stand in front of him, your hand wanders to the first buckle of your dress.
Now he has to grin, "Okay.... I'll get the tea... and then we'll enjoy the afternoon with a cup of tea.... naked."
You grin back and nod.
Aemond instructed the first servant he met to bring tea to your chambers.
After a short while, there is a knock at the door. Aemond opens it and takes the tea. After he has placed the tea on a small table by the sofa, the two of you stand facing each other.
Slowly you raise your hand to undo the buckles of his leather waistcoat and take it off.
"Mmhm do you want to undress me?", Aemond asks you. You just smile.
While you tamper with his vest, Aemond begins to undo the buckle of your dress. When he has undone it, he lets your dress slowly slide to the floor. You take the vest off over his head, and as Aemond stands there in just his trousers, you turn around. You slip out of your dress and on your way to the sofa you slowly take off your panties.
Aemond looks at you and starts to open his pants.
A pleasant silence spreads as you sit on the sofa and drink tea in a relaxed manner.
You are facing him. He looks beautiful.
He sits still, which allows you to take in his whole naked body. His soft hair falls over his bare shoulder and ends on his defined chest. The chest you love to touch when you lose yourself in a deep kiss with him, or when your head rests on his chest, or even when you sit on him…. and you try to find support with your hands on his chest.
Every movement with which he brings the cup to his mouth is watched by you. The muscles in his arm dance during these movements and have your full attention. You watch as his slender, long fingers wrap around the cup.... Where those fingers have been all over your body.... You can't really believe you get to wed him.
As your gaze returns to his face, you notice that he is also looking at your body, a smile not leaving his lips.
You have to grin, "So, are you bored?" you finally ask before taking a sip of the tea and gently setting the cup down on the table.
"Mmmhm, not at all my Love.... In fact, I don't think I've ever found it so exciting to have tea with someone before."
He looks into your eyes and leans forward.
Just as he is about to kiss you, your door opens.
"Aemond? Aegon and..."
Aemond shouts out, "Mother! No! Get out!"
You startle and see Alicent standing wide-eyed in the doorway. Aegon is standing directly behind Alicent, he has a big grin on his face and is staring directly in your direction.
When Aemond notices this, he half leans over you and yells at Aegon, "Aegon! I'm warning you! Avert your gaze from her at once, or I will blind you so that your eyes can never wander over her body again!"
Alicent just stutters things like "Apologies" and "I'll talk to you later" and turns around. She pushes Aegon out of your chambers, who doesn't seem to want to move at first, and closes the door behind her.
You sit on the sofa and somehow try to cover your breasts with your hands. Aemond is still half on top of you and he looks stressed. He looks at you as you start to laugh. At first he looks incredulous, until he joins in your laughter.
You pull him closer to you and smother his laughter with a kiss. You murmur against his lips, "Well, I think this is going to be an interesting dinner tonight"
Aemond shakes his head, "What you always talk me into"
"Mmhm, could I talk you into something else?", you slowly let your hand wander down his firm stomach.
He smiles at you and kisses you, an "mmhm" stuck deep in his throat.
As if by itself, your hand wraps around his hot length. Slowly you let your hand slide up and down. Aemond gasps into your mouth as you exchange hot kisses.
He doesn't wait long and climbs over you and gently pushes you down onto the sofa, placing himself between your legs. His crotch presses against your hot core and gently his cock slides through your already wet fold, you moan and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.
Greedy kisses leave your lips.
"Aemond... please... I need you...", impatiently you push your hips towards him.
Aemond chuckles, "I like it when you plead for something… for me…"
He lets his lips wander over your neck and leaves hot kisses. Slowly he positions himself in front of your entrance. You continue to press your wet core against him and you gasp as he enters you with one thrust, filling you completely. Without being able to adjust to his size, he thrusts into you with full force.
You moan in unison as you cling to him to feel him even deeper. Aemond holds you tightly by your hips, spreading your legs wider to get better access. He lets his cock slide out and in. With every thrust he pushes deeper into you.
He moans loudly as he notices you tense around his cock and increases the pace of his thrusts.
"Fuck... Aemond... I'm close..." you gasp.
An "already?" leaves his lips. You only manage to kiss him.
He lets his hand wander to your clit and starts massaging it with circular movements. Your thighs start to tremble.
"Let me feel you come," he whispers in your ear. That's enough to push you over the edge. You cry out, Aemond immediately clasps your lips with his to muffle your outcry.
You grab his shoulder for support. Aemond realizes he can't hold on much longer either. Seeing you like this, naked under him, full of lust and satisfied. He moans out as he pulls his pulsing length out of you, spreading his hot seed over your breasts.
He groans as he slowly lets himself fall backward. He soaks up the sight of you.
"We should drink tea more often," he finally gasps.
You smile with your eyes closed, "So Aegon can surprise us while we're naked?"
You open your eyes as you get no response from Aemond, he just looks at you.
You nudge him lightly with your foot, "I was joking... Now… clean me up."
Aemond chuckles as he gets up to get his vest, "As my princess wishes".
He sits back down between your legs and gently cleans you up, "Though I actually quite like the look of it."
You smile, "I know.... But I prefer not to be full of your cum for dinner."
He grins, "Interesting thought though," he leans forward and kisses you gently, you hold him close to you by his neck.
In the evening you are in the hall for dinner. Aegon, drunk as always, grins incessantly in your direction. You do your best to ignore him. Aemond, on the other hand, does not ignore him, he looks at him warningly.
Alicent does not even look in your direction. Not from any of you. You can tell from her red cheeks that she must be uncomfortable with the way she found you.
You try to concentrate on the conversation with Helaena, apparently she has been given a new book about various insects that probably only exist in Essos, as the door to the hall opens. Your grandfather slowly enters the hall. He doesn't often eat dinner with you, but today he takes the time and strength to do so.
He is not doing so well lately. You see him much less often and when you do, he often moans in pain and smiles in agony. As a result of all this, he talks much less than usual.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 15
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 4.7k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14
"Second part" of this story - Long Last Love
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The whole way back you are nervous, you can't read in your book, you just look dreamily out of the window.
Again, you are in the carriage with your family, but you don't dare talk to your father about your desire to get married when everyone else is there.
When you arrive back at the red keep, your father is taken away by a servant because someone wants to talk to him.
You look after him, somehow glad that you can't talk to him just yet, as nervousness slowly creeps up on you.
You see Aemond getting out of his carriage. He is now standing with Aegon and Helaena at the other end of the courtyard, smiling at you. You have to smile too and slowly make your way to your chambers.
Your footsteps echo through the air in your chambers. Nervousness has now hit you full force. Never before have you thought so carefully about this moment, but never before has a man also been so close to you that you wished you could marry him. But yet you also never thought this moment would make you so nervous. You're almost more nervous than you were last night.... You bury your face in your hands and sigh.
But that's what you want. You've never been so sure of anything. You want to be Aemond's wife. You want to stand by his side, support him in everything as well as be there for him when he should need you. Likewise, you are sure that he will always be there for you and stand by your side no matter what decisions you should make.
You love him.
You take another deep breath and go in search of your father.
Aemond walks down the corridor to his parents' chambers. When he stands in front of their door, he takes a deep breath. He notices that his hands are a little sweaty as he knocks on the door and opens it after hearing the prompt.
His father, King Viserys is sitting in a chair, his mother, Queen Alicent is standing next to him.
"Aemond, my son, what a lovely surprise", Aemond nods to his father. Alicent gasps a little in shock when she sees Aemond's face, "Aemond??? What happened to your nose???", she steps towards him.
Aemond shakes his head slightly, "Nothing mother. Don't worry about it."
She looks at him worriedly and Viserys raises his eyebrows too.
"Are we at war with House Stark now?", Aemond looks at his father. He is a little surprised that his father has noticed these tensions.
"No father, everything is fine. I came to see you about another matter."
Viserys nods at him.
"I have a request, father." Aemond stops.
Viserys looks at him curiously.
"Father, I have never asked for much.... But, though I never thought I would come to you for this matter.... I want to get wed."
Viserys has to smile slightly
"I wish to ask for Y/N's hand in marriage"
Viserys has to chuckle. Alicent, standing next to Viserys again, reaches for his arm.
Aemond looks unflinchingly into Viserys' face, "You know, I'm not in a position to make decisions like that for Y/N. Already some time ago I had many discussions with Daemon about it and even I had to realise at some point that Y/N will decide it herself whom she weds."
Aemond nods knowingly, "I know father. She is with Daemon right now to talk to him."
He takes a short breath, "Father.... I... I love her."
Aemond looks to the side. It is difficult for him to express his feelings to other people. Even if they are his parents, that doesn't make it easier for him.
Alicent takes a sharp breath.
Viserys smiles, "Love?"
"Yes! Father... I love her! I cannot and will not wed any other woman. It is her or I will never wed."
Viserys is pleasantly surprised that his son is able to harbour such feelings for someone. He always thought Aemond would never wed and live his life for his family. He is somehow reassured that this is not the case.
Viserys nods thoughtfully, "I will have to discuss this with Daemon and clarify how Y/N feels about it before I agree to any engagement."
Aemond can't suppress a smile, but quickly catches himself. He nods to his father and mother and leaves.
When Aemond has left his parents' chambers, Alicent turns to Viserys, "Viserys, she has him in her hand! He's fallen for her!"
Viserys looks at her, "Doesn't every woman have her man wrapped around her finger in some way?"
"No. Not in that way. He's practically fallen for her. Look at him, how beat up he is! Before, he would never have put up a fight.... Not for a woman. It's below his level!"
Viserys has to chuckle, "Alicent. Please. That's the normal behaviour of young men who are courting a woman. I, even Daemon were no different. And I am, frankly, relieved that he is behaving like this."
Alicent raises her eyebrows.
"Furthermore, I think it's good for him. To be close to a person who is not part of his close family. He deserves that. I'm sure it's not bad either if there's one person in this world who could really hold Aemond back, isn't it?"
Alicent nods absently.
"Besides, it just looked to me like he was pretty much in love. Isn't it nice if we could have a wedding that's done for love and not for political reasons..."
Viserys sighs, Alicent looks at him worriedly, but tries to smile.
Alicent is worried. She had always expected to be able to wed Aemond at some point, to link powerful houses together. She doesn't hate you, not by any means. But the fact that he's not marrying for political reasons, but for love.... That someone has such a strong influence on him, that worries her.
You are looking for your father. He was not to be found at the usual places, but you find him at the training ground. He is watching the guard train.
You stand next to him and smile up at him, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "Well, what do you want?"
You pull him aside and he looks a little irritated as it gushes out of you, "Daddy.... I want to get wed."
Now he looks at you with interest, "Is that so?"
You nod, "Yes. I... I want to get wed to Aemond. I love him."
He has to chuckle, "You love him?"
Again you nod.
"Do you even know what love is?"
Your eyebrows draw together, "Yes. I very much do. What I feel for Aemond.... I couldn't feel for anyone else. When he's not.. with me, it hurts in my chest. But when he's near me and looking at me... my chest tightens so much that it's hard to breathe.... That's my definition of love"
Nervously you look at your fingers as you press them against each other.
Daemon has to suppress a smile, "Do you think he's the one for you then?"
You look up at him, "Dad, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't absolutely sure."
He sighs, "What can I say.... It's not like it's unexpected. And I can't talk you out of it anyway.."
You smile.
"I'll go and talk to Viserys."
Now you have to grin and you hug him, "Thank you Daddy..."
He holds you tight and kisses you above the ear.
In the castle, you go through the halls and try to find Aemond. You haven't seen him since you arrived, but you guess that he must be somewhere in the castle, if he has been talking to Viserys.
And you find him, just walking through a hall. He stops when he notices you. His hands clasped behind his back, he smiles at you as you approach him.
Startled, he takes a step back when you fall around his neck, but you can't help it. After a short while he gives in and puts his arms around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and enjoys your warmth.
"I may wed you", you whisper in his ear. He holds you tighter against his body in response. You break away from the embrace and look up at him, smiling. He gently caresses your face and you can't help but lean towards him and kiss him softly.
A chuckle fills the hall when you interrupt the kiss. You remain close to each other for a moment and let your noses gently caress each other. You relish this moment and just smile.
Daemon, who is on his way to Viserys, sees you from across the hall and he can't help but smile briefly.
When Daemon enters Visery's chambers, Alicent is no longer present.
Daemon nods to Viserys.
"Brother, I heard that our children want to get wed", Viserys looks at Daemon, slightly amused.
"Yes, I think so too. Y/N has just been to see me and expressed her wish to me"
Viserys nods slowly, "What do you think?"
Daemon considers for a moment, "Well, she gets to decide for herself. I don't have to think much of it. I don't know if I would have made the same decision for her. But still, I think she could have made a worse decision."
Viserys looks at him, " Then I don't think we need to talk about this matter any further. I will not stand in the way of this engagement. But are you talking to Rhaenyra? I would like to announce it tonight at the ball." Daemon nods in agreement.
"And brother... I'm glad... that our children are getting betrothed and that our families are getting closer again"
Viserys smiles at Daemon.
Daemon smiles back slightly and leaves Viserys' chambers.
Your parents have summoned you to their chambers. When you enter the chambers, you see them. Daemon has already informed Rhaenyra of your wish. Your mother turns her gaze on you as you enter the chambers, "My girl".
You smile. She steps towards you and gently caresses your cheek, "Do you really want to wed him? Are you sure about that?".
You nod, "Yes mother.... I love him"
She tries to smile, "Is he good to you?"
She almost whispers.
You smile, "Mother... no one has ever been or would ever be better to me".
She nods at you and hugs you. You hear her sobbing softly and you bury your face in her neck.
From the back of the chambers you hear your father, "I guess your time at Dragonstone is over then?"
Now you look at him, startled.
"Well, your betrothed will be here in Kings Landing, and how long do you think it will take for you to get wed..."
Your gaze wanders to your mother.
Yes, you never want to leave Aemond again, but somehow you haven't considered that you'll have to leave your family to do so.
Rhaenyra squeezes you, "Shhh, my little girl, it will be good. We'll have your things brought here. You're coming to visit us, to get Meraxes. And we are coming to visit you. It's okay."
You nod, your face now buried in her shoulder.
Daemon is standing with you now, gently stroking your back, "It will be announced tonight."
You look at him, tears welling up in your eyes. He strokes your cheek, "You do not need to be afraid. You will always be my little dragon.... And if anything happens, I'll come and get you."
You have to laugh for a moment.
"And besides, now I will finally have my peace from potential suitors for your hand in marriage.“
"Thank you, Daddy..." you say, half-seriously.
At the end of the day you sit in the great hall at the main table. Your place is no longer at the side of your family, but at Aemond's, you sit to his right.
His hand gently rests on your thigh and you softly caress his hand. The Lords and Ladies are all gathered in the hall by now. Many have already started drinking and the noise level in the hall is correspondingly high.
As King Viserys rises, the hall quickly quiets down.
"My dear Lords and Ladies.
We now gather for our last evening together to celebrate the upcoming wedding tomorrow. But I would also like to use this evening to announce another betrothal.
My son, Prince Aemond Targaryen, will wed my granddaughter, Princess Y/N Targaryen."
A slight murmur followed by the clapping of the Lords and Ladies fills the hall.
Aemond takes your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. You look into each other's eyes and smile at each other.
"I am especially pleased to announce this betrothal as it is a special one. It is not one that was made for political reasons, but for love. And, in my personal opinion, we have too few marriages based on love. We should put more effort into making marriages for love. After all, such a marriage can endure any kind of difficulties."
Viserys turns to you and smiles. You smile at your grandfather.
"So tonight we drink to Aegon and Helaena and our new betrothed couple, Aemond and Y/N."
The evening passes quietly, you sit by Aemond's side and you eat and drink. At some point you decide to get up. Aemond doesn't leave your side for a second. It seems like he is pushing his luck, his hand is constantly on your lower back. Every now and then he grabs your hip a little tighter, but still gently. He also whispers sweet, but sometimes naughty things in your ear. You blush at some of his statements. You relish the closeness to Aemond and wish that chaos wouldn't break out if you kissed him now.
For a moment you see Alys sitting at a table, looking at you with hatred. Her cheek glows in bright colors. You are a little proud of yourself and glad that Daemon taught you how to hit properly.
You turn away from her, more into Aemond's embrace and put your hand on his chest. He looks deep into your eyes and smiles.
When suddenly Rob approaches you.
"Princess Y/N, Prince Aemond."
You turn to Rob and smile. Aemond whispers in your ear, "I'll leave you two alone".
You nod. Rob and Aemond look at each other briefly and nod, barely noticeable.
"So you're engaged now..."
"Yes..."
He smiles at you.
"Rob..." he interrupts you, "No, it's okay. Really. I can see how you feel about each other." He strokes your hand briefly and you smile.
"And let's face it, how happy would you have been up north?"
You laugh, "But you wanted to light fires for me everywhere."
Now he has to laugh, "Yes, I would have done that".
He smiles at you.
"Although Aemond doesn't really seem very communicative to me..."
"I guess that depends on who he has the pleasure of communicating with...", you interrupt him.
Rob chuckles.
"Yeah perhaps... But I can't deny it, I did enjoy teasing him."
Now you both laugh.
"But if you're ever unhappy, or want to escape the Targaryen madness.... The North is always open to you." he almost whispered the end.
You smile at him, "And I will never forget that."
Rob wraps you in a warm embrace.
Suddenly Jace steps towards you. You notice that he is a little drunk. Without saying anything, he leads you away. Rob looks after you, a little startled.
Jace leads you out into the corridor.
"Jace, what's going on?"
"You can't take his side!"
You look at him irritated, "Whose side?"
He gives you a nasty look.
"Jace, I'm not taking sides at all! You're putting me on a side!"
Jace snorts, "You don't belong on his side. You belong with us."
You shake your head slightly, "Why do you hate him so much?"
"Because he's dangerous Y/N!"
You give a short laugh, "Ha, you're crazy Jace!"
"I can't let you run to your doom."
"What doom, pray?", you cross your arms in front of your chest.
Jace turns away for a moment, "How can Daemon let that happen?"
"Perhaps because he takes me seriously and respects my feelings."
Jace turns back to you, "What... You have feelings for him...?"
You nod at him. "He knows that... That's why he trusts me"
Jace shakes his head, "No I won't, I can't let that happen."
Now you're getting angry, "There's nothing you can do about it Jace!"
In the distance you see Aemond standing cautiously in the entrance to the hall. Ready to intervene at any time.
"I am the heir to the Throne! I can stop this!"
"After our mother! This matter is really none of your business!"
He sighs and takes a step towards you. He takes your hands in his, he is speechless.
"Y/N... I don't want to argue with that one.... But Aemond... as your husband..."
"Jace... Please trust me. I don't want to wed another man, I love Aemond."
He looks at you.
"...I don't want Rob either."
He has to laugh for a second, "But that would be a lot funnier"
You have to laugh for a moment too.
You hug each other
"Jace? You will always have a place in my heart.... But I love him..."
Jace sighs, but holds you tighter, "You know, I'm going to miss you." You just nod.
Shortly after, you'll be in Aemond's chambers. You have managed to sneak into his chambers.
You enjoy the peace and quiet in his bed. His arms are wrapped around you while he hugs you from behind. He caresses you continuously and leaves little kisses on your neck.
"I'm sorry you had a fight with Jace..." he murmurs into your neck.
You look over your shoulder, you smile slightly and then shake your head briefly, "That's okay.... He's just worried. That you're not good for me."
You grin, but only get a "mmhmm" in response. You kiss him gently on the cheek.
"All I want to do is look forward to these beautiful moments," he whispers.
Now you are the one who answers with an "mmhm?
He looks at you now, "Well, do you know how beautiful it will be? When we will soon be allowed to officially spend our evenings together," he whispers further.
You smile, "You mean when I don't have to hold back my moans anymore?"
He chuckles and presses you further against him.
"Maybe we should share our chambers even before we get wed, mhm?" he whispers in your ear.
"Then I still have to be quiet?" you look at him. He chuckles again, "Yes, that's probably true. But we can spend the evenings together."
You have to smile at the thought.
You turn in his arm and place your hands on his chest, "Aemond... about the wedding..." he looks into your eyes, "I.... I don't want any old farts in our chambers, watching us while we sleep together... Apart from the fact that I didn't bleed the first time... I certainly won't then," you whisper the end.
He nods, "I won't allow it. No one will be watching when I make love to you.", he gently strokes your cheek.
You lean towards him and kiss him softly.
The next morning, Aemond is in the training yard as usual. His opponent for today is standing opposite him.
When a voice sounds from the entrance of the yard, "Maybe he should train with someone who has real fighting experience".
A murmur goes through the small crowd standing on the balcony.
Aemond looks in the direction of the voice and sees Daemon standing there, his hand resting on Dark Sister's hilt.
Aemond's jaw tenses.
He has great respect for Daemon, which almost turns into admiration. Even if he would never admit it. And not just because he is your father, but because he is a truly skilled fighter. The stories told around the Stepstones have fascinated him since he was a child.
Daemon walks slowly towards Aemond. Aemond's actual opponent bows his head and leaves the training field.
"Do you dare?" asks Daemon as he reaches the field.
Aemond just nods.
Aemond and Daemon face each other as they move in a circle.
Both hold up a sword.
Aemond would not have thought it possible, but he is excited in a training session for the first time since he was a child. To calm himself down, he lets his sword circle in his hand a few times.
Daemon doesn't even let his gaze wander, it is fixed stiffly on Aemond, the sword steady in his hand.
In the meantime, the crowd on the small balcony has grown.
Aemond tries his luck, he goes for Daemon. With his sword raised, he takes a big step towards Daemon and a scream leaves him. Daemon blocks the attack and Aemond tries to attack again with his sword. But Daemon swings his sword aside with ease and gives him a blow in his side. He makes a turn and now sees Aemond stumbling away. Aemond's back is turned to Daemon and now he tries his luck.
But as he lunges, Aemond turns to the side and slams hard into Daemon's sword. Daemon takes a step back and again they face each other, both walking in circles.
Suddenly Daemon's voice rings out, "You know, in the beginning there was a moment when I would have loved to split your skull..."
Aemond doesn't want to be distracted, he watches Daemon closely.
".. But I love my daughter too much and I know I couldn't stop her from desiring the one eyed prince"
Aemond goes for Daemon again. Daemon blocks with ease but this time the swords are crossed in front of his chest as Daemon hisses, "She is too good for you"
"I am well aware of that," Aemond gasps back.
He knocks Aemond's sword aside and drives a knee into Aemond's stomach. While Aemond kneels on the ground gasping for air, Daemon circles him.
Aemond collects himself and stands on his feet again. He turns to Daemon, slight hatred reflected in Aemond's gaze, but he can't help it, he wants to beat Daemon.
With big steps he walks towards Daemon, his sword flies towards Daemon several times, Daemon tries to deflect all blows. The sound of clashing steel echoes through the training yard.
With the last blow Daemon has to jump back, Aemond would otherwise have slashed his blade across Daemon's stomach. He spins and takes a swing, bringing his sword down on Aemond. Aemond blocks the blow, but Daemon elbows him in the face. Again Aemond is down.
"You should not only concentrate on your opponent's weapons in a fight. That Ser Crispon cunt should have shown you that.
But Y/N can teach you that if need be."
Aemond breathes heavily and looks at Daemon.
Daemon looks at him again, "No matter what you do, you'll never be good enough for her. You should tell yourself that every day. That should be your motivation to try again every day to live up to her. Maybe then you will even begin to deserve her.
And you should realise that if I hear that she is not doing well here, that I will come and get her. And that will not end well for you."
Aemond wordlessly stands up again, his gaze fixed on Daemon. He is still breathing heavily.
This time Daemon goes for him, Aemond is a little surprised but blocks the blows and takes a few steps back in the process. As Aemond goes for the swing, he has Daemon fist in his stomach again, but this time he doesn't go down, he strikes again with the sword. Daemon blocks the blow and again their swords are crossed.
"And you should stop fighting with honour. Because that's how you miss out on opportunities to bring your opponents down." Daemon kicks Aemond's leg to the side and Aemond lands on his back. Gasping, Aemond lies on the ground.
His eye is closed.
Daemon stands over him, "Let these words be a warning to you. Do not forget them."
Aemond feels a blade against his face, he stiffens, his breath catches.
With one movement Daemon cuts the leather strap of Aemond's eye patch. The eyepatch slides noiselessly to the floor.
Aemond exhales loudly and now looks at Daemon.
Daemon just turns around and walks away, "You know, you fight pretty well. But it's still obvious that you don't have any experience on the battlefield."
Aemond lies there for a short while, but then stands up and throws the sword into a corner. He leaves the training yard.
With his head bowed, he walks through the red keep.
On the way to his chambers you see him from a distance, you call out to him, but he just keeps walking.
You run after him and when you reach him you see that he is not wearing an eye patch.
"Aemond...?" you ask.
He stops and looks at you. You see that something is wrong. His hair is messed up, he is sweaty and dirty.
"Is everything all right?" you ask almost in a whisper.
He just nods and tries to smile.
You move closer to him, he freezes for a moment. You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek and the scar. He leans into that kiss.
When he finally speaks, "I just need a bath badly".
You nod and smile at him.
At the end of the week, your parents leave Kings Landing with your brothers to go back to Dragonstone.
You stand in the courtyard and look at each other. You've had to cry a few times today. You are happy to stay with Aemond, but you will still miss your family.
Your brothers embrace you with all their strength, "Take care of yourself," Jace whispers in your ear and you smile.
"It will be strange not to be annoyed with your constant presence all the time," you reply to him.
He has to laugh, "I'll text you regularly to remind you how annoying my presence is."
"And I will reply," you respond. A tear leaves your eye.
You stroke Luke's hair, "And you'll look after Jace?". He nods and embraces your belly, you hug him.
Your mother takes a step towards you and hugs you, "My girl."
You smile and put your head in the crook of her neck.
She releases the hug and takes your face in her hands, "You write regularly? And if anything is wrong, turn to us, we will always be your family" you nod and more tears run down your cheek.
She kisses your cheek.
"We'll have your things brought here and when you come to fetch Meraxes we'll have another nice dinner on Dragonstone," again you can only nod.
She kisses you again as your father approaches you. You have been dreading this. You remember too much the goodbyes from your childhood, when you had to watch your father in tears as he left Kings Landing on Caraxes.
He stands in front of you and now your tears run uncontrollably down your cheek.
He holds you tightly and you sob into his chest, "Ssh.... my little dragon... we'll see each other again soon, after all you're getting wed soon and we can't miss that"
You nod into his chest. You look up at him, he caresses your cheek and smiles, "And I've made sure Aemond will treat you well."
Suddenly it dawns on you, he was beating Aemond up like this when you saw him in the corridor to his chambers a few days ago.
"Daddy! It was you?"
He just chuckles, "Of course. I have to make sure you're alright here."
You have to smile and shake your head, "Aemond would never treat me badly."
"Yes, I should hope so for his sake". You shake your head in disbelief.
Daemon kisses you once more over your ear and then your family gets into the carriage.
You remember the day you arrived here. How excited you were to see Kings Landing again. How you didn't want to admit to yourself how much you longed to see Aemond again…. What he has become. How enchanted you were with him from the first second.
And now your family is leaving Kings Landing without you. You stay with your Aemond now.
You stop in the courtyard for a while and watch the carriage move away from the red keep before heading into the castle.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 14
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
18+ NSFW
Word count: 3.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 15
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You have gone into the marquee with Helaena and the other Ladies in the evening because a small thunderstorm is passing overhead. It has been raining for a while and you can hear light thunder from time to time.
It suddenly gets louder outside and you hear some horses coming into the square.
You excuse yourself from the Ladies and step in front of the marquee. The riders have returned.
Quickly the crowd of Lords disperses and only the servants are running around looking after the horses. But you don't see Aemond in the crowd of Lords.
After a while you catch sight of white hair, but it belongs to your father. Daemon sees you coming towards him and smiles.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, "Daddy... I can't find Aemond?"
He looks at you seriously, "Well.... Look, I couldn't let anyone steal my little dragon.... He had to go. And this was just the easiest way."
You look at him in shock, "Dad! You didn't!"
Daemon chuckles briefly, "Calm down. But if I'm honest, I haven't seen him for a while."
You look at him worriedly, "What...? Dad... Where is he?"
Daemon strokes your cheek, "Don't worry, he'll arrive. It's not like he's incapable."
He puts his arm around you and leads you into the marquee.
Aemond and Rob have been beating their way through the forest for what feels like hours now. Their clothes are now soaked from the rain.
They don't talk much on the way, but both feel reasonably comfortable walking through the forest together. Of course, neither of them would admit that.
After a seemingly never-ending march through the rain, they see the tent camp in the distance.
For some time now, you have been standing outside the marquee, under a small roof. You don't care how it storms, you want Aemond to arrive. You are aware that he is doing well on his own, but somehow you are worried because Rob is nowhere to be seen either. And if the two of them are really in the forest together… You don't feel comfortable with that thought.
When you see two figures in the distance. You notice that one of the figures has white hair and at that moment you run towards him. A guard who was standing with you at the entrance calls after you, but you do not let him stop you.
When you reach them, you see how wet and dirty and... how battered they are.
"What's going on here?" it slips breathlessly out of your mouth.
Aemond smiles at you, "We had a... stag accident"
"A what?!"
"It's fine!", Rob assures you and your eyes fall on him, he smiles at you.
Your attention falls back to Aemond as he says, "So you kissed the Stark Lord?"
He smirks slightly.
You blush and only broken sentences pass your lips.
Rob walks past you, grinning, and strokes your arm briefly.
Aemond stops in front of you. He is bleeding above his eyebrow and his nose is glowing a beautiful blue.
"Will you tell me what happened?" you stroke his cheek gently.
"I told you we had an accident with a stag."
"Aemond..."
He puts his hands on your hips and presses you against him. "I'm afraid I haven't hunted anything for you... But do you still want to spend the evening with me?". He looks gently into your eyes.
You smile and nod.
Slowly you lean forward and kiss his cheek. You breathe in his ear, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, by the way."
He smiles. He breaks away from the embrace and leads you to his tent.
When you are in his tent, you only notice how soaked he actually is. His hair hangs down in wet strands and his leather waistcoat drips incessantly.
You stroke his shoulders, "We should get you out of your wet clothes."
Aemond grins at you, "Mhmmm."
You smack him lightly, but have to bite your lower lip.
Slowly you undo the buckles on his leather waistcoat. Aemond watches your every gentle movement.
You carefully slip off his waistcoat and even his vest is slightly soaked.
You look at each other and stand close. You lean forward and kiss him. Your hands move tenderly from his chest to his neck and you press him closer to you.
Aemond grips your waist and pulls you close to him, kissing you passionately. A deep "mmmhm" forms in his chest as you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to gently kiss along your jaw. Slowly he bends down to your neck and nibbles gently on your earlobe. Your breath catches briefly as you press closer to him and realise how aroused he has become.
Aemond stops suddenly and breathes heavily, you hear him whisper, "Y/N... we should..." you interrupt him, "Aemond... You.. are my perfect moment."
He looks at you again and gently strokes your lower lip. You lean forward and kiss him.
The arousal between your legs becomes more and more palpable and you can no longer ignore it. You moan out. Again you press yourself close to him.
Aemond gently pushes you towards the bed and you willingly give in.
He kisses you tenderly and lets his hands wander gently up your torso. When he reaches your chest, he lets his hands rest on the top buckle of your dress. Carefully, he opens one buckle after the other, not even interrupting the kiss. Gently he slips the dress off your arms and your dress slides down to your feet.
His gaze remains on your eyes as he breaks the kiss. For the first time you stand before him, completely exposed.
Slowly he pushes you onto the bed and you slide up to the pillows. You notice how his gaze is fixed on your eyes, but you feel him struggling to let his gaze simply wander over your body.
But he can't ignore how beautiful you are. So indescribably beautiful and you are lying on his bed, naked, waiting for him. He looks at you with a mixture of complete lust and adoration.
Slowly you let your fingers slide over your belly until you reach your underwear, not once breaking eye contact with Aemond. You pause for a moment and look at him. Aemond is breathing heavily and he has to let his gaze wander now. When you realise that his gaze is fixed on your fingers, you let your fingers slide under your underwear. You reach for your underwear and slowly pull them down over your long legs.
Aemond gasps briefly. He notices how his cock pulsates at the sight. You lean back as Aemond slowly approaches the bed. He hovers over you and kisses you. With his knees, he carefully spreads your legs and lowers his crotch onto your warm, pulsing core. You moan briefly as you feel his trousers against your exposed, warm core.
His lips find their way to the crook of your neck, he stops briefly and inhales your scent.
You whisper softly, "You know... that I will never leave you alone again?"
He pauses for a moment and looks at you, he nods barely noticeably and kisses you.
Gently, you begin to pull his vest upwards. Aemond helps you and pulls it over his head. You look into each other's eyes for a moment and he asks you, "Is this what you really want? ... If we go on now... I won't be able to hold back any more."
"Then.. don't", you whisper to him.
He pauses for a moment and then kisses you greedily, almost wildly. Your hand wanders around on his muscular chest. Your breathing quickens and you feel him moan softly. The sound makes the arousal between your legs flare up further.
You break the kiss, he looks at you questioningly, "I lie bare before you... so shall you."
He lets his hand wander down to his pants to undo them as you chuckle and stop his hand. He looks at you irritated. You just hear his heavy breathing as you remove your hand from his and let it slowly move towards his eye patch.
Aemond nods, barely perceptible, and you carefully reach for his eye patch and remove it.
This time Aemond keeps his eye open, he wants to see exactly how you will react. And he sees nothing but complete desire. Your hands caress his face as you pull him down to you and kiss him.
Aemond has never felt so aroused. You deepen the kiss and he moans into your mouth.
Slowly, his hand slides up your thigh until it reaches your wet fold.
"Just relax," he whispers.
He moans at the feeling of his fingers being wet immediately as he is at your aroused core. Carefully he lets his fingers glide over your wet folds. You moan as he touches your clit and massages it gently.
He continues to slide his fingers through your wetness until he is completely wet. He gently presses his finger against your entrance. It doesn't take much pressure, because your wetness and your rhythmic movements make him slide inside you as if by himself.
Again and again he pumps his finger into you. He guides another finger in and notices how your walls clench around him. With his thumb, he begins to make circular movements on your clit.
Your moans become more and more intense and Aemond is glad that a storm is raging outside.
"Aemond..., oh...! Aemond! I need you... please!"
Aemond chuckles briefly and lets the pace of his fingers increase once more.
You grab his shoulders for more support and groan. Your thighs start to tremble and he realises you're about to come.
He kisses you and lets his fingers slide out and in again. You cry out and he feels your nails digging into his shoulder.
Until he suddenly doesn't insert them again. A soft protest from you is heard, followed by your heavy breathing.
He starts to open his trousers. He has never been out of his trousers so quickly.
Hot kisses follow when he is above you again. As your gaze wanders down, you see him.
And somehow you only now really realise how big he is. You swallow and look back up at him, "Does this really fit me completely?"
He laughs softly, "Trust me, it fits." He kisses you.
You let your hand wander down and wrap it around his cock. He sputters out a shaky breath, a moan catching in his throat as you begin to trail your hand up and down his hot length.
Aemond already notices a feeling of tightness in his balls as you continue with your movements. It takes his last will to carefully remove your hand. But he has to do it if he wants to last a little longer.
He breathes heavily and starts kissing you again.
Gently, he lets his cock slide through your wet folds. The feeling overwhelms you, you reach for his firm upper arms. You can't help but groan. Aemond notices how his cock is already pulsing almost painfully.
He has waited so long for this moment. You beneath him, completely aroused, willing, totally wet.
Despite his experience, he is on the verge of just coming. To simply spread his seed on your belly. But he pulls himself together.
He continues to let his cock slide through your wet folds. He closes his eye.
Your rhythmic movements continue to push your wet core towards him. He takes this as a sign and positions himself in front of your entrance. He slides into you almost automatically, but holds back.
He lets his forehead rest on yours, "It's about to... hurt a little," he whispers. You look slightly startled.
"Don't worry, it's not for long. I'll do it... slowly, I promise..."
You nod.
"When it feels good for you, and it will, you'll move slowly, okay?"
Again you nod.
He kisses you and carefully moves rhythmically towards you. He penetrates. You moan and he pushes a little further and then stops. The tip of his cock breaks through the barrier.
You gasp and feel a hint of pain, followed by the unfamiliar sensation of him filling you.
The pain is bearable. Years of dragon riding must have prepared you well.
You exhale heavily. After a while you push yourself towards him, again and again.
You keep moving towards him and he penetrates you deeper each time. You close your eyes and exhale heavily again.
Aemond kisses you gently on the cheek, but he does not move.
Every time you think he won't fit any further, he goes in even deeper. Until he is completely inside you.
He fills you completely. You hold your breath for a few seconds, your soft core still trying to adjust to his size.
Finally, you take a deep breath and feel the unique feeling of complete arousal flow through you. You start to move rhythmically, you kiss him and moan into his mouth. You are aware that no feeling in this world would ever feel as good as the feeling of Aemond filling you up.
Between kisses, Aemond gasps, "Oh seven hells... you are so incredibly tight."
He starts thrusting into you, each time your moans get louder.
"Ssh... my Love... It's storming outside, but I really don't want to see anyone storming in here right now."
You bite his shoulder lightly and he hisses lightly in response.
His thrusts don't let up and he notices you clenching around him again and again.
Aemond pauses, you whimper, "You have to stop... squeezing me so hard... please..."
You chuckle slightly, "I apologise?"
Aemond buries his face in the crook of your neck and exhales heavily.
He moves on, deeper and deeper into you, when he stops again. Now he has to chuckle slightly.
"Keep moving," you tell him almost impatiently.
"If I move now, I'll cum inside you right away"
You move instead and an "ooooh fuuuuck" leaves his lips.
"Please... stop squeezing my... cock so hard. I won't be able to... last long"
You take his face in your hands and you kiss him. Passionately you let your tongue wander around his.
Slowly you start moving again and with circular movements you let your hips slide towards him. He moans into your mouth. And this is how it works. He concentrates on you, on your soft lips. He thrusts into you again.
Aemond has never experienced anything like this before. He is flooded with all kinds of feelings. To feel you like this, to be so close to you...
Similar feelings flood through you, you are overwhelmed.
"Fuck... you're... so wet," Aemond gasps suddenly. You answer almost immediately, "Aemond... I need... to feel you deeper"
He smirks at you and kisses you greedily.
He takes your thigh and bends it, thrusts into you rhythmically, deeper, but still carefully. You can't help but moan again, you wrap your thigh around his waist.
You look at each other. Your breathing is heavy. You can't hold it back, "Aemond... I love you," you almost whimper.
You notice how he looks at you helplessly. He cannot handle so many emotions at once.
You just kiss him and he returns your kiss passionately.
He notices that your inner walls are tightening around him again, wanting to keep him inside you, wanting to milk him dry.
Your moans are getting louder again, but Aemond can't bring himself to care about the volume of your moans now.
He also groans and has to do everything in his power not to ram his hips into you with full force.
Your breathing becomes more frantic, "Don't stop Aemond.... You... you feel... so good... inside me"
He doesn't stop until he feels your walls now rhythmically squeezing his cock.
You feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen and flowing through your entire body. Your belly finally reaches its peak and snaps. Your back arches and in response you grab the back of his neck and hold on to him, "Aemond! oh...! Aemond!"
No climax you have experienced so far has felt comparatively like this.
And that's it for him, his orgasm follows immediately. His thrusts become sloppy, almost weaker as he feels his lower abdomen tighten.
His thighs tremble and he feels a tight twitch move through his balls and into his cock. He moans pulling his cock out of you, you whimper briefly at the sudden emptiness. He bends over and squirts his hot cum onto your belly.
You watch him, breathing heavily. He gasps and lets his hand slide up and down on his cock.
You like this sight.
He leans on his knees between your spread legs. He gasps and smiles at you. He reaches for his vest, which lies at the end of the bed, and carefully cleans your belly.
"This, my Love, is what will get you pregnant, by the way."
You look at him, "You mean with beautiful, pure Targaryens?"
He looks you in the eye and has to grin at your innuendo.
"Though that looks like milk"
He chuckles, "Believe me, it's not even close to milk."
He puts the vest aside and climbs back over you, kissing you passionately. You feel his heart pounding and place your hand against his chest.
You start talking, "I..." but he interrupts you, "I love you... Y/N".
He looks at you gently. You return his gaze. You softly caress his cheek and kiss him.
His heart almost bursts, he has never felt anything like this for a person before. Not this kind of love.
He breaks the kiss and looks at you again. Your gaze is fixed on his chest until you eventually look up.
"Wed me," he almost whispers.
Your eyes turn wide, "What...?"
"Wed me... Finally be my Queen."
You smile, "Aemond..." He looks at you, almost worried
"Why do I hesitate? Of course I want to be your Queen!"
You pull him down to you and kiss him again.
Aemond rolls up next to you and wraps his arms around you.
He holds you close and gently kisses your neck.
You hold his arms tightly and he manages to spread the blanket over you. You listen for a while to the rain, which still hasn't subsided. Aemond kisses your neck gently a few more times and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
You don't remember when, but at some point you fall asleep.
It's early the next morning when you hear the first servants outside starting to dismantle everything.
Aemond is behind you. He still has you tightly in his arms. You search for his arm with your hand and begin to stroke him lightly. Aemond starts to move slightly, slowly pressing his head into your neck, leaving light kisses there. "Good morning, my Queen," he murmurs into your neck.
You have to smile, "My King".
He rolls onto his back with you in his arms, "Oh how I love the way that rolls off your tongue!"
You laugh, "Aemond put me down!"
He chuckles and lets you slide back to his side. He gently embraces you again from behind and inhales your scent.
You pause, "I need to talk to my father. I have to tell him I want to wed you. No one else."
He holds you close and whispers in your ear, "I'm going to go to my father right now and ask for the betrothal."
You think for a moment, "Mhm... Just a thought, but maybe we should wait until the hunt is over."
He has to laugh, "Perhaps not the worst idea"
When you hear the first carriages being loaded. You don't want to leave this bed.
"I want to lie here with you forever," you whisper.
He chuckles, "That sounds very tempting... but I don't think it will quite work. At the latest when the tent is taken down, we have to get up..."
You turn in his arms and look at him, he smiles. You let your thumb wander gently over his wounds and you suspect that they must have come from Rob.
You kiss him and he returns the kiss.
Slowly your hands glide over his chest, a deep "mmhmm", sounds in his chest.
You lift your leg and place your thigh on his, you press yourself against him. You want to feel the beautiful closeness of last night again with Aemond. With rhythmic movements you press yourself against him repeatedly as you deepen your kiss.
You feel that he is aroused too. You let your warm core wander gently over his hot length. "Mmmh... You will be the death of me, woman."
You smile and let your hand wander gently down his torso.
"We can't make love now," you hear him whisper.
You give him a pouty look. He has to laugh briefly.
"Now we're guaranteed to be heard as your moans echo through the tent."
You punch him in the arm, almost indignantly.
"But... we are almost betrothed..."
He smiles and kisses you. He leans his forehead against yours, "Almost betrothed means not wed yet."
You make a grumpy noise and bury your face in the crook of his neck.
Pressed tightly against him, he holds you and gently strokes your back.
At some point Aemond managed to get you out of bed. Perhaps with the help of a promise that you would be in bed together again in the evening.
You grab some books from him to have an excuse to leave the tent with him in the morning. Outside the tent, he gently strokes your cheek, "See you later, princess".
You nod and smile. On your way back to your tent, Aemond's gaze follows you.
He smiles almost dreamily.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 13
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 3.3k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 14, Part 15
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The journey is not too long, but nevertheless it drags on endlessly.
You sit in a carriage with your family. You look out of the window, bored, when you're not looking at the book you've brought with you.
Jace and Luke talk to Daemon about hunting. Every now and then you listen to Daemon giving tips on how to kill animals quickly and properly. But these conversations don't entice you the way your book does.
When you arrive and get out of the carriage, a huge camp has already been set up.
There is a gigantic marquee with tables and a few sofas. Probably all the Lords and Ladies will eat and celebrate there together.
Somewhat away from the marquee are individual tents in which the Lords and Ladies will spend the night.
People are walking around everywhere and countless servants are running around to set up the rest of the things.
You are led to your tents. The royal tents are separated from those of the ordinary Lords and Ladies. You are given a tent for yourself, and as you enter, you see a bed already standing in it.
Directly behind you, servants enter your tent and carry your clothes inside. You smile and thank them.
You step out of your tent and try to spot Aemond among all these people. When you discover him.
He stands in front of his tent and talks to a servant. He stands with a straight stature, his hands clasped behind his back. His hair falls slightly over his shoulder.
You love this view.
You walk towards him. He notices you coming over to him and he smiles at you.
You stand in front of each other and smile at each other. Slowly he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, "Princess."
Your smile grows.
He leads you into his tent, which is bigger than yours and already has many books in it.
You look around, "Wow... how many books do you have? How long are you planning to stay here?"
He chuckles and approaches you, "Well, since I won't be participating in the hunt, I'll have to find something else to do."
He lets a strand of your hair slip through his fingers.
You smile at him, "I might as well distract you so you don't get bored."
He tilts his head to your ear, you feel his breath on your neck as he whispers, "I have time planned for you either way."
You place your hands on his chest, your breathing quickens. He kisses the sensitive spot below your ear. Your breath stops for a moment. He lifts his head again and looks you in the eyes, you kiss him.
He presses you tightly against his body and deepens the kiss. A deep rumble comes straight from his chest.
You release the kiss. He smiles.
"Prince Aemond?"
Immediately he takes a step away from you, "What is it?"
The servant enters and bows briefly, "Your mother wishes to speak with you."
"Tell her I am on my way"
The servant looks at you in irritation for a moment, nods slightly and leaves the tent.
Aemond sighs, you look at him.
"They'll look at you like that more often when word gets out about who you desire."
You look at him and smile, "Who do I desire?"
He looks at you and does not move. You take a step towards him and put your arms around his neck, "Nothing interests me less than a few servants who don't know you nearly as well as I do and therefore can't understand why I desire you."
He kisses you lightly.
"I must go to my mother," he whispers. You nod slightly.
In the evening there is good food and lots of wine. Many of the Lords and Ladies are sitting in the large marquee enjoying the food. But at least as many guests are gathered outside. From time to time, small bonfires are lit around which people gather and celebrate.
You sit at a fire with your brothers. Rob came over to you after some time with a few other Lords from the north.
You laugh a lot and the wine flows in rivers. Your brothers are having a great time with the Lords from the North.
But still, your gaze keeps going off into the distance. You haven't seen Aemond since you left his tent. But you've seen enough of your other uncle.
Aegon is sitting by a fire, surrounded by women and a few Lords. He is visibly drunk and amused that the women seem very taken with him. You turn away a little disgusted.
And then your mood will be even better. You see Aemond approaching the celebrating crowd. But he is stopped in the middle of a group of people. Some are talking to him and suddenly she is by his side again. Alys dances around him and tries to take his hand again. Aemond pulls his hand away and you notice how he looks at her warningly. But you have had enough of it now.
You stand up and adjust your skirt. Jace looks at you in surprise, "Where are you going now?"
You just look at him and he can see from your expression that you are not in the mood for jokes right now.
Without saying anything, you walk over to Aemond, Jace following you speechlessly with his gaze.
Alys is standing right next to Aemond and doesn't see you come over. Aemond smiles when he sees you. You smile at him too, but turn away from him as you stand in front of him. You turn in Alys' direction, who is still trying to put her hand on his arm.
"Take your disgusting hand away from his arm. Now."
The Lords standing around Aemond, and even Aemond himself, look at you a little surprised. Alys looks at you a little amused and replies, "Oh little dove... Shouldn't you be with your septa? To learn how a true lady should behave? Or something like that."
You snort, "It's actually not surprising that you don't know exactly what Ladies learn from a septa. But the bottom line is that the bastard should stay away from the prince. Because that is not an acceptable union."
Now Alys turns all the way around to you. She looks you up and down when she suddenly pushes you back. Startled, you look at her. Aemond notices the dicey situation and wants to interfere, but you only raise your hand slightly.
You walk up to Alys. You look her straight in the face and then punch her hard in her face.
Her head flies to the side with force and it feels incredibly good. All that sword training has paid off.
"Be sure, you don't learn something like that from a septa"
Now it is Alys who is holding her cheek, with tears in her eyes, looking shocked. Suddenly she lunges at you and you go down.
Unrest breaks out around you. You are wrestling in the dirt.
But you manage to turn around and are now kneeling on Alys' back, pulling her head back by her hair.
She cries out in pain. Just as you are about to push Alys' face back into the dirt, you notice someone grabbing you by the waist.
You kick and scream, not wanting to let go of Alys, who is now also being held back by a Lord.
You continue to insult each other until you suddenly realise that someone is holding you tightly against his body.
As you try to direct your wrath against this person, you realise that Aemond is holding you tightly against him.
You are breathing heavily, he looks at you also breathing heavily, "Have you calmed down?"
You stop fighting back. You hold his arm and lean back against his body. Aemond discreetly kisses the side of your face.
He takes you by your arm and leads you to his tent. Alys looks after you with hatred.
You walk past Aegon, who has been watching all this with amusement, "Brother, it feels good to have two women fighting over you, doesn't it?"
Aemond only replies with a "Shut up brother"
He leads you into his tent. Silently you stand in the middle of the tent. You are still angry.
He stands in front of you as it bursts out of you, "That whore! How dare she? I should go back and strike her down!"
He gently takes your hand, "No you shouldn't."
You look at him angrily, he kisses your hand affectionately.
"She'll be gone soon. Then we'll never have to deal with her again."
You snort, but then it dawns on you. You suddenly look at him, startled, and whisper, "I'll be gone soon too..."
The last week was so full of beautiful moments that you didn't think about the fact that you too will soon leave Kings Landing again... Back to Dragonstone...
You continue to whisper, "Aemond... I can't leave. I don't want to leave you, I can't bear it again."
He also looks as if he has not yet given a thought to the fact that you would soon be leaving.
He comes closer to you, gently stroking your cheeks, "I won't let you go. Not under any circumstances. We'll find a way. You stay with me"
You can only nod. You lean your head against his shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist.
When he suddenly whispers in your ear, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, by the way."
You punch his chest, he chuckles.
"And what strength you can develop. I didn't think it would be so hard to hold back someone so soft."
You glare at him, "Better not tease me then. The dragon's blood runs hot inside me."
He chuckles again.
Again he whispers to you, "Shall I spend the day with you tomorrow?"
Your eyes light up and you have to grin, "All day... while the others are out hunting? Do you want to stay here with me... with the Ladies? How are we supposed to pass the time there?"
He grins at you and looks you in the eye, "I already have an idea..."
You bite your lip as he starts to kiss you softly on your neck. Slowly he walks around you and stops right behind you. His hands still on your hips, he gently presses you against him. He turns back to your neck and caresses it gently with his lips. It feels like heaven to you. Aemond stands close behind you, his warmth flooding you. His hands now gently clasp your lower belly and press you even closer to him. You notice that this also arouses him. You feel his breath on the back of your neck as he caresses you.
And suddenly you feel nervous. You finally want to feel him, you want to really feel him.
But suddenly you start to have doubts. You don't doubt your feelings for Aemond, but this moment. That you're only in the tent because you wrestled Alys to the ground.
Aemond notices that your mood has changed. He stops kissing your neck and now embraces you from behind. He gently lets his nose wander along your neck.
Softly he whispers in your ear, "Shall I walk you to your tent?"
You nod slowly.
Gently he turns you towards him and smiles at you before kissing you softly.
The next day you step out of your tent, the sun is shining. The birds are chirping and you let the sun shine on your face.
You have not slept well, your thoughts keep circling around Aemond.
Many servants are already running around, everything is being prepared for the hunt.
Somehow you are looking forward to spending the day with Aemond. You feel a slight tingle in your loins at the thought. To be alone with him while everyone else is out hunting. Well, almost alone. The Ladies will be present. You have to smile.
You go over to the horses and are petting one when Rob says to you, "I thought you were more the dragon type".
You have to smile, "Horses are okay too."
He smiles, "So you're not coming hunting?"
You shake your head slightly, "No... I'm the princess, I'm needed here."
He nods, "If I manage to hunt the biggest animal... you'll have to spend the evening with me."
Your eyes go wide. You stammer a, "What...?"
He grins, "Well, we're drinking, laughing. Maybe we'll dance a little too. Like we've done it before." He winks at you.
You blush slightly and as you are about to answer, you feel a hand on your lower back.
Aemond is standing next to you.
He looks Rob straight in the face and answers for you, "I'm going hunting after all."
You look at him, "Why is that?"
His gaze moves over to you, he smiles, "I'll hunt the biggest animal for you"
His gaze falls back to Rob and they stare at each other.
You smile at Rob as you put your hands on Aemond's chest and gently push him backwards.
He gives in and takes a few steps back, his full attention now on you. "I thought we were spending the day together?", you look at him with wide eyes. He smiles, "Well then, I guess we'll have to spend the evening together"
You give him a warning look, "Aemond... Pull yourself together"
He looks almost affronted, "Don't you trust me to hunt the biggest animal for you?"
You give him an annoyed look, "You know what I mean."
He unobtrusively kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, "Tonight you are mine."
You look at him, this sentence alone makes your breath catch in your throat for a moment. Aemond chuckles lightly and brushes a strand of hair from your face.
As the hunt begins and the horses and their riders leave the square, Aemond winks at you once more in farewell.
Now you have no choice but to spend the day with Helaena and Alicent.
You sit together with a few other ladies. You drink wine with Helaena and talk nicely.
When Helaena looks into the distance in the middle of the conversation, "The blazing fire of the dragons cannot be irritated by ice. The time is not yet ripe."
By now you have got used to Helaena's strange sentences, you don't think about them too much, when she suddenly looks at you excitedly, "Come I'll get us some more wine!"
You nod at her with a smile.
The men ride through the forest. Aemond rides behind Aegon and notices that he is already far too drunk to even come close to hitting anything.
After they have ridden for a while, Aemond almost regrets not being with you now. But he is looking forward to your evening all the more.
Dusk has already set in slightly, when he notices Rob separating from the group.
Rob rides towards a clearing.
The clearing stretches over a huge area. To the left, the path descends steeply and there the clearing ends in the forest.
Aemond decides to follow him.
From a distance he sees Rob get off his horse and walk towards the clearing. At the other end of the clearing is a huge stag.
Shit, Aemond thinks.
Aemond quickly catches up with Rob's horse, which stands quietly at the edge of the clearing.
He gets off his horse and follows Rob into the clearing, who cautiously approaches the stag.
Aemond sees Rob reaching for his arrows, the bow in his other hand. Aemond does the same.
He is now almost behind Rob. Rob is directly in his line of sight, Aemond's arrow is applied.
When the stag is suddenly startled by a flock of ravens flying out of the forest. The stag runs straight at Rob and Aemond, both jumping to the side and are now lying on the ground.
And now Rob has also noticed his secret observer. The horses, startled by the stag, run off.
"You bloody bastard! Now the stag is gone! And the horses with him!"
"If you hadn't been in my way or even remotely able to shoot an arrow, this wouldn't have happened!!!“, Aemond retorts angrily.
Both are breathing heavily and look angrily at each other as they get up from the ground.
Aemond breaks the silence, "How dare you offer to spend the evening with her?!"
Rob snorts, "If I remember correctly, she is not betrothed to anyone and can spend the evenings as she pleases!"
"She's as good as betrothed!"
Rob smiles, "Does she know about it? Because why does she kiss me then?"
Pure hatred enters Aemond's face as Rob suddenly lashes out and punches Aemond in the face. Aemond's face flies to the side, he takes two steps backwards.
Aemond looks at Rob and notices that Rob takes advantage of the moment of surprise and rushes at him again.
Aemond takes a step to the side and intercepts the fist that is about to hit him. Rob didn't expect that and at that moment he gets Aemond's elbow in the face.
Rob gasps and Aemond pushes him away. Rob holds his nose and notices Aemond coming at him. Rob gets another punch in, but blocks the next punch and headbutts Aemond.
Aemond quickly collects himself and grabs Rob in a chokehold. He wants to pull Rob to the ground.
Both, distracted by bringing the other to the ground, failed to notice that they were moving further and further towards the steep descent.
Rob tries to free himself from the stranglehold and hits the back of his head against Aemond's nose.
Aemond staggers back but continues to hold Rob by the arm. And then Aemond loses his grip. He senses that he is going downhill and pulls Rob with him.
They both let go of each other and fall backwards down the hill.
Loud groans are heard as they reach the bottom.
So they both lie at the foot of the hill, by now in the dark, panting. Their faces are covered in blood.
Still panting, Rob interrupts the silence, "I know I don't stand a chance."
Aemond just looks at him in confusion and replies with a "Mhm?"
Rob looks up at the sky, "I notice the look on her face when she catches sight of you. You seem to be the only one for her."
Aemond is momentarily speechless. He's kind of pleased. He knows how he feels about you, but he doesn't know how you feel... But if your feelings are already apparent to others...
"Then why do you continue to try to charm her?"
Rob looks at him now, "Well, I still like her. And maybe I like annoying you."
Aemond just looks at him.
Rob keeps talking, "I'm not getting in the way. But if she wanted me to, I'd be there."
Aemond is giving him the evil eye now, "I'd feed you to Vhagar."
Rob laughs shortly, "Because you are incapable of killing me and then your dragon has to do it?"
Aemond has to smirk slightly.
After a while on the ground, their gasps have died down.
"So you kissed her?"
Rob looks at him, "Yes. It was an incredibly hot, wild kiss. Her hands were all over my body. I could hardly stop her. I can see why you like her so much."
Aemond mood turns dark.
Again Rob laughs briefly, "Calm down. She pushed me away, don't worry."
Only a low "Mhhm" leaves Aemond.
Slowly they both stand up and look around. No horses are to be seen.
"I think we need to walk back."
Aemond looks at Rob and nods.
"Great! Now it's starting to rain too!", Rob exclaims as they are about to climb back up the hill.
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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 12
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
18+ NSFW
Word count: 4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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You're speechless.
He stands before you and holds out his hand to you.
Aemond wants to dance with you.
You don't seem to move at first, for some reason you can't move at all. Until Daemon nudges you lightly and barely noticeably with his elbow. He grins slightly without taking his eyes off the goblet he brings to his mouth.
Back in reality, you reach for his hand as if of your own accord. Immediately you feel a fire go through your whole body.
He holds your hand firmly, yet gently in his. He smiles shyly at you and leads you around the table, straight into the crowd. You are still speechless and cannot take your eyes off him.
Aemond dares to stand in the crowd with you, to embrace you and want to dance with you. Ever since he reached out to you, you feel like all the eyes in the hall are on you. You have never seen Aemond so willing to attract the public's attention.
He puts his hand on your waist and presses you tightly against him, his other hand holds your hand up. You put your hand on his shoulder.
You look him in the eye. He visibly swallows.
As the music starts, Aemond leads you across the dance floor without a hitch. Every step is on point and you are almost impressed. You feel your body heat up as he guides you across the ball floor.
You are lost in his beautiful purple eye and take in his scent. His scent, which you've been missing for days.
And yet it seems that none of you dares to speak first.
Until he seeks your gaze with his eye, "Y/N I'm.. so sorry. I'm ashamed... I am ashamed that I made you feel that I was dishonest with you."
He sighs and his gaze flits briefly to the crowd, "That you had to see that kiss... I'm disgusted with myself."
You look at him, tears welling up in your eyes, he continues, "I assure you I pushed her away. Too late… Yes. But I pushed her away."
His gaze is firmly fixed on you again.
"You... You pushed her away?", you whisper. He nods at you.
"Alys means nothing to me anymore. There was a time when she was close to me. But… she was never as close to me as you are. Since I found out weeks ago that you were coming here, my thoughts have… have only been about you. My wish to see you again... After all this time. I could think of nothing else but wanting to be close to you again."
You slide even closer to his body as you dance. He holds you close and looks at you gently.
"Yesterday, when I saw how close you were to the Stark Lord... I'm sorry, I couldn't bear it. I had to do something. I wanted to talk to you, but when you stood in front of me, almost crying... I couldn't say anything... I just wanted to hold you in my arms, but I couldn't."
Barely perceptible, he wipes away a tear running down your cheek with his hand.
"And… I haven't slept with you yet because it's important to me that it's perfect for you. Don't get me wrong... I want to make love to you. Oh, only the gods can guess how much I long to sleep with you. But I don't want to sleep with you out of temptation..." you interrupt him, "I don't want a perfect moment, Aemond... I want you."
You almost whisper the end.
He looks at you and barely noticeably shakes his head, "Y/N you don't know what that means. This moment is so important. For a woman even more than for a man. My important moment was in a brothel and it marks me to this day... and not in any positive way... " and again you interrupt him " Aemond... you are my perfect moment. No matter what the situation. With you... it's perfect. I trust you..."
He pauses for a moment. He must smile slightly. He leans lightly towards you and whispers in your ear, "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."
You return his slight smile, "Then… just do it", you breathe.
He laughs briefly, "Oh, you really will be the death of me."
You lean against him, your face in the crook of his neck. You inhale his scent. How much you miss this... To be safe in Aemond's arms. Inhaling his unique scent.
Aemond can't help himself either and leans the side of his face carefully against your head.
You don't care what anyone else would say. You have had to do without his touch for too long.
After you have enjoyed your closeness for a while, you ask, "You can dance?"
He chuckles briefly, "Of course I can dance, I'm a prince after all. Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I can't."
In response you press your face further into the crook of his neck.
"And furthermore, I didn't know any other way to help myself... I had to talk to the princess and… I had no other chance to get close to her...", he whispers softly in your ear.
You remove your face from his neck and look at him.
You have to smile slightly, "Aemond... Let's leave this stupid ball."
He looks at you, "Do I dance that badly?"
You have to laugh, "No. But I want to be alone with you... I've missed you."
He looks almost heartbroken as he finally nods.
He stops leading you across the dance floor and extends his arm to you. You are overjoyed to accept his invitation. As you take his arm, you lean close to his side.
As he leads you out of the hall, there are still a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether because you were dancing or because you were far too close to each other, you don't know.
But you couldn't care less.
Daemon's gaze meets Viserys'. Viserys nods at his brother with a smile and Daemon knows what that means.
He too has noticed how close you were. How much you enjoyed dancing close together.
Daemon has always known that you would have to wed someone someday. But still it pains him. It would be foolish to ignore any longer that you were likely to wed Aemond. What you feel for each other is probably more than a childhood love.
He leans towards Rhaenyra with a sigh and she looks at him, "I think we should prepare for our daughter to come to us soon with a request."
She looks at him questioningly, "What do you mean? Aemond?"
Daemon nods at her. Rhaenyra doesn't look happy, more worried.
Daemon gently takes her hand, "You know, there was nothing our daughter could do about it."
Rhaenyra looks at him.
"She's fallen for her uncle", Daemon smiles at her.
Rhaenyra has to suppress a smile.
"I am afraid for her. I'm not sure he's good for her."
Daemon sighs, "Who would have thought I'd be good for you? Try to look at it this way, the only good swordsman of the Targaryens, besides me of course, will consider it his life's work to protect our daughter."
She looks unconvinced, "Y/N is quite capable of protecting herself."
Daemon kisses her hand, "I am aware of that... But a capable man by her side, that can't hurt. I also think he's different with her. Almost tenderly... hopefully. And I trust her enough not to wed a tyrant."
"Let's hope so", Rhaenyra smiles slightly at Daemon.
After a short while she says to him, "I hope you realise that if he treats her badly, that I'll send you to him?“
He looks at her, one eyebrow raised, "I hope you are aware that I am on my way long before you can even send me."
Rhaenyra kisses Daemon gently.
Aemond has never led you anywhere so quickly.
He opens the door to his chambers and leads you inside. You stand in the middle of his chambers and look at each other. He swallows and reaches out for your hand. He holds it and strokes it gently with his thumb, with his other arm he embraces you. He simply holds you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck, hold yourself tightly against him.
A tear leaves your eye. Not out of sadness, but rather out of the relieving feeling of being in his arms. You press your face into the crook of his neck again. A light sob escapes you as you inhale his scent. He just holds you and gently strokes your back.
"I'm so sorry Y/N...", he whispers in your ear.
When he notices you sobbing again. Carefully taking your head from his shoulder, he holds your face in his hands and gently strokes away the tears, "No, my Love, please don't cry..."
You sob again, "... I... I thought I would never be here again... In your chambers... Just in your arms..."
He interrupts you with a gentle kiss. He leans his forehead against yours, "I would never have let you go..."
You just nod slightly.
"Come...", carefully he leads you to the bench in front of the fire.
You sit in front of the fire, he holds you tightly in his arms and gently caresses your arm.
Absently he looks into the fire.
You watch him discreetly... You have missed him. His beautiful face. These few days without him were hard for you to bear.
"It's rude to stare," you suddenly hear him say.
You bury your face in his shoulder and he chuckles lightly.
In time, you begin to caress his thigh. You draw light circles on his firm thighs with your fingers. You become more curious...
Carefully, you let your fingers slide a little further upwards, still stroking him gently.
Slowly he turns his gaze away from the fire and looks at you from the side.
But you do not return his gaze. You continue stroking until you are almost at his crotch. Your heart begins to pound harder and the thought of what you are about to touch makes you bite your lip.
"What are you up to?" he whispers in your ear.
Quietly you reply, "I... I want to do something good for you. You've only given me nice moments so far... beautiful feelings. I want to give you that too."
"Y/N, that was at least as nice for me... To be the first man to give you these feelings."
Nevertheless, you notice how the bulge in his crotch is getting bigger.
You look at him, "I want to be able to experience when you have such… beautiful feelings". He chuckles, gently strokes your cheek and kisses you passionately.
After a while you break the kiss. Unsure how to do it... what to do at all, you bite your lip.
"I'll show you what to do?" he asks you softly.
You nod slowly.
He kisses you again and carefully takes your hand, placing it right on his crotch.
A breath escapes your lips as you feel him. He is already hard. You look at him, he smirks.
He kisses you again and starts to move your hand on his crotch. Slowly you massage his length. You notice how his breathing quickens.
Aemond takes his hand off yours and starts to undo his belt. You continue to massage him, but interrupt the kiss. You want to see him.
He sits up for a moment and pulls his trousers down to the back of his knees. When he leans back again, you see him for the first time.
Unconsciously you swallow and bite your lip. Aemond caresses your cheek and pulls your chin up, he kisses you again. Between kisses he breathes, "Go on, touch him."
You look at him, a little unsure. But you dare, slowly you close your hand around his hard length.
He gasps briefly and closes his eyes. He puts his hand on yours and guides it. Slowly he lets it slide up and down. He squeezes a little harder and tells you, "You can press harder".
You follow his lead. As you let your hand wander down his hot length, you notice him getting even bigger and harder.
He begins to moan and lets your hands slide up and down faster. This deep moan sends a wave of arousal through you. You feel yourself getting wet and you press your thighs together to at least try to get some satisfaction.
You take the lead and let your hand slide along him on its own. He groans again and reaches out with his hands beside him. He squeezes your knee, which is lying next to him on the bench. You can't help but kiss him. Greedily he kisses you back. The sounds of your kisses and moans fill his chambers.
Suddenly you notice your fingers getting a little wet. You look down and see little drops coming out of him. A light, clear liquid spreads over your fingers and his hard, pulsating length.
At this sight, the feeling rises in you that you must have more. You look up at him for a moment, his head leaning back, his eye closed. His breathing is rapid and interrupted by moans. He is so beautiful.
"I want to taste you," it escapes you.
He looks up, out of breath. His eye is dark, full of lust. He kisses you passionately.
"Just before I'm done... Then you can taste me...", he replies out of breath.
You look a little irritated, but you nod slowly.
Not for a second did you stop your movement. Aemond puts his head back again.
You look down again and something else occurs to you.
Carefully you slide down to the floor and push his legs a little apart. He looks down at you and gasps, "What are you doing?"
Sitting on your knees between his legs, you look at him, don't answer and just smirk slightly.
Your hand closes around him and you begin to slide it up and down his full length again. A deep grumble arises inside him and he watches you, full of lust.
Slowly you lean forward and you let your tongue wander along his shaft. Aemond moans loudly. When you reach the top, you surround the shaft with your lips and suck gently on it. He hisses, "Oh seven hells..., Y/N!"
With a "plop" you let him slide out, breathing heavily.
You look at him, "You have to show me..." he just nods.
He leans in for a moment and kisses you. He lets himself fall back, strokes your cheek lightly with one hand. His hand wanders gently to the back of your head and presses it down lightly.
"Be careful with your teeth. Wrap your lips over your teeth," he whispers.
Your mouth closes around his cock, carefully he pushes your head down and up again. Delicately you let your lips glide over his length. This feeling makes the arousal between your legs flare up even more. You moan out.
Aemond responds with a twitch that travels once through his cock.
He whispers, "Take him... as far... into your mouth... as you can manage. Use...your hand...to help."
You try to take him all the way into your mouth, but he is too big. You gag for a moment, but you don't stop. And again you feel him twitch.
With one hand you grab the part of the length that doesn't fit in your mouth and you start stroking him. You squeeze him lightly and Aemond moans.
He lightly thrusts his hips rhythmically towards you. His hips tremble slightly as he controls the urge to rut into your throat.
A load of wetness leaks out of you and it would be a pure miracle if you didn't already have your underwear completely soaked. With rhythmic movements you try to satisfy your arousal. His breath is getting faster and faster, you can't help but moan again.
You let your mouth slide up and down faster. In your mouth you feel his length growing even bigger and you taste him a little.
You love it.
He carefully takes your free hand and guides it to his balls, he almost whispers between his gasps, "Squeeze them gently."
You follow his instruction. Tenderly you let your fingers wander over his balls, squeezing gently as you suck greedily on his cock.
"You look so… beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he whispers breathlessly.
His cock twitches more and more and the grumbling deep in his chest doesn't let up.
His hand first glides gently through your hair until he suddenly grabs hold of you and holds you tightly while his cock disappears almost completely into your mouth. This sight makes him come almost immediately.
"Fuck, Fuck... Fuck! Y/N, take him all the way in your mouth... oh Fuuck, take all of me."
Suddenly he grips your hair tighter, his other hand claws into the sofa and you notice a violent twitch go through his balls and cock. You increase the tempo once more and suck eagerly on his cock. Aemond grips your hair even tighter as he inhales sharply, a moan caught in his throat.
His thighs tremble slightly.
"In a moment... there will be a liquid in your mouth... swallow what you can..."
Then he moans loudly and your name passes his lips countless times.
With one last thrust from his hip, Aemond squirts his hot cum into your mouth, right down your throat. You have a large amount of liquid in your mouth and you try to swallow it all down.
A little liquid runs down your lips, but you don't stop sucking and swallowing until you notice Aemond's grip on your hair loosening.
Slowly you lift your head up and wipe your lips with your hand.
Aemond's head is leaning back, his eye is closed. He gasps to himself, but he smiles.
You look at him for a moment. You have to smile. Carefully you stand up and then straddle his waist. He looks up and smiles at you, his hands find their way to your hips, he caresses you. You kiss each other gently.
"You taste delicious", you say with a smile on your lips.
He laughs briefly.
You kiss him again.
The next morning you wake up in your chambers. Aemond has spent the night in his chambers. You thought it wiser not to spend the night together, as the servants would come early in the morning to fetch your luggage. So that the carriages can be loaded for the hunt.
However, he did not miss the opportunity to accompany you to your chambers and kiss you passionately goodbye as well as gently caress your cheek.
You have to smile at the thought of your last evening. To feel him... and tasting... it was indescribably beautiful.
The heaviness of the last few days that lay on your chest has almost disappeared. You were hurt and yet missed Aemond at the same time.
You are still not comfortable with Alys presence at court. You would prefer it if she would just leave.
But now Aemond is by your side again. You know how he feels about Alys and that nothing happened between them. At least not in the last few days... and apart from that kiss...
You push the thought aside.
And again, you have to think of all the accidents that can happen during a hunt in the forest, and that makes the feeling of Alys presence a little more bearable.
Yet he went to the effort of dancing with you in public and explaining himself.... You're glad he reached out to you. And that your father talked to you. Almost stood up for Aemond...
You are jolted out of your thoughts when there is a knock at your door
"Yes?" you call out.
The door opens and four servants step inside. They curtsey slightly and the one speaks to you "Princess Y/N, we are to fetch your clothes and other things to load them into the carriages."
You slowly sit up in bed, "Yes, that's fine. There are two boxes next to the door. Please take them and load them."
The servants curtsey again and take the boxes.
After you have bathed and dressed, you go to breakfast.
Your family is already gathered and light conversation fills the hall. Aemond is also at the table and your eyes meet.
You have to smile and bite your lower lip lightly. Even as you look away, Aemond is still looking at you with a smile.
Daemon notices and looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you sit down next to him. You kiss his cheek lightly, followed by a quiet "Daddy."
After a few more glances between you and Aemond, Daemon decides to tease you.
He looks at you from the side and turns to the family, "Did everyone have a restful sleep?"
You look at him confused. Even your mother looks at him irritated, "Since when do you care whether your fellow men have slept well?"
He shrugs slightly, "I don't know, I was walking along the corridor leading to the princes' chambers last night and heard unusual noises. So I was worried that not everyone had had a relaxing night's rest."
You choke slightly and have to cough, your gaze goes forward to Aemond. His eye is wide open, but he quickly regains his composure and looks unimpressed.
You look at your father, who smiles at you.
He wasn't near the chambers last night, why should he be?
But he wanted to know if you were there. Just as you are about to answer, you hear Aemond's voice.
"Thank you for asking uncle, but don't worry, I really was able to sleep very relaxed."
Everyone at the table is now looking in Aemond's direction. No one says anything. Aegon even looks relatively amused and drinks his wine with relish.
There is far too much surprise that Aemond and Daemon are talking to each other.
Daemon has to suppress a chuckle and replies, "Yes, I can imagine that only too well."
You look down at your plate and try to finish your breakfast as quickly as possible.
While standing in the courtyard, you watch absently as the carriages are loaded.
Your brothers look forward to the hunt. Your father does the same and looks forward to the wine.
Drinking wine, riding through the woods and killing animals. Except for the wine drinking, it doesn't sound very enticing to you.
Suddenly you hear a soft "My Love" in your ear. You turn around and see Aemond. You blush slightly, without knowing exactly why. Aemond has to smile in response.
You stand close together, "You'll come hunting as well?"
He nods slightly, "Of course. I am the king's son. My brother and sister are to be celebrated with this hunt... And I can't leave you alone in the wilderness after all." He smiles at you. Oh how you missed that smile.
"Well, she's not all alone, I'm still here too."
Aemond's jaw stiffens and as you look over Aemond's shoulder you see Rob.
"Rob," you smile at him. He smiles back and winks at you.
"Mmm, that's right. There are still dogs needed for the hunt", Aemond turns slowly in Rob's direction, his hand resting on your lower back. You whisper warningly to him, "Aemond..."
Rob chuckles slightly, "That's all right. After all, women like to bring the dogs to bed with them at night. That keeps them... warm".
You notice how Aemond stiffens. You also notice how the whole situation recharges.
"Rob? I'll see you later, yeah?", Rob smiles and gives you a quick nod.
You take Aemond by the arm and lead him away.
You stop in front of the royal carriages, the first ones already boarding them.
Aemond caresses your cheek.
You lean into the touch, "I don't like that we can't travel together."
He chuckles softly, "I'll see you when we arrive."
You nod at him.
Aemond's gaze wanders briefly and no one seems to be looking, he takes your hand and gently kisses the inside of your wrist.
You smile.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, Part 11 (Revised)
Summary: When an invitation to the wedding of Aegon and Helaena arrives, your family returns to King’s Landing for the first time in six years. The Red Keep is filled with celebration — but beneath the silk and smiles, old wounds linger. You are nervous to see your family again. More nervous even to see him again.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: None
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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At some point, you must have fallen asleep.
When you open your eyes again, sunlight is streaming into your chambers. A sudden wave of sadness washes over you as your thoughts drift back to yesterday morning—back to the way you lay in his arms, with the sun shining into his chambers just the same.
You bury your face in your pillow.
As if that were not enough, your head is pounding terribly. The pain seems to reach all the way to the tips of your hair. You do not want to move at all. Every small movement makes your head throb, and yet the ache in your chest feels almost worse than the pain in your skull.
You have no desire to join your family for breakfast. Instead, you remain lying where you are. Eventually, you drift back into sleep, plagued by restless, chaotic dreams.
When you wake again, you have had enough of seeing Aemond in your dreams. You push yourself up and move slowly into your adjoining bath chamber. A warm bath feels like exactly what you need.
You sink into the tub, close your eyes, and let the quiet surround you. Only when the water begins to cool do you finally rise and step out.
You dress and decide to visit the training yard. When you arrive, you peer out carefully and spot your father training with Jace. Relieved, you sit down on one of the nearby benches.
Lost in thought, you watch the two of them. Daemon shouts instructions again and again, and Jace grows more frustrated by the minute. It is a welcome distraction, and despite yourself, a small smile tugs at your lips.
When their training ends, your father tries to draw you into conversation—but you do not feel like talking. That worries Daemon. Normally, when something is wrong, you always want to talk to him. Now, he does not quite know how to reach you.
You smile at him anyway and return to your chambers. After all, there is another ball tonight, and you need to prepare.
That evening, you are seated at the main table once more, with your father and Jace beside you. The hours drag on, but at least you are surrounded by family. Aemond does not dare approach you. You watch the crowd as Jace eventually rises and disappears among the guests. He smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder as he passes, and you smile back.
From the corner of your eye, you see Lady Alys making her way toward Aemond. Though you do not want to look, you glance over cautiously. She tries to draw him into conversation, practically pressing her breasts into his face. Nausea rises in you, and once again you hide your face in your goblet of wine.
Eventually, you cannot take it anymore and rise from the table. As you move through the crowd, you suddenly find Lady Alys standing directly in your path. You pass her and accidentally bump into her shoulder. She nearly stumbles. You offer a half-hearted apology and receive a nasty look in return, but you continue on without slowing.
You reach your brothers on the far side of the hall.
“What was that about?” Jace asks, half laughing.
Grinning, you look at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Then your gaze catches on something—or someone—in the distance. Rob is standing there, surrounded by the other Lords of the North, and he is undeniably beautiful to look at. A strange warmth stirs in your chest. When his eyes meet yours, you smile. He tilts his head slightly in response.
Jace suddenly leans close and whispers, “Could it be that someone is very impressed with the Lord from the North?”
You whirl around indignantly and slap his arm. Jace laughs and rubs the spot where you hit him.
A soft but deep voice joins in, close to your ear.
“But Princess Y/N, I believe it borders on treason to strike the heir to the throne.”
You turn and grin. “Lord… um, Rob.”
He smiles warmly. “Princess Y/N.” Once again, he gently kisses the back of your hand, and you cannot suppress your grin.
“But I can assure you,” you add lightly, “that would not be treason. No one would miss Jace—especially since our mother could always have more children to inherit the throne.”
Jace nudges you aside with mock offense.
You begin drinking together, and you quickly realize how much you enjoy Rob’s company. He is educated, funny, and effortlessly charming. He makes you laugh often with his easy manner, and though you do not quite want to admit it, you enjoy looking at him far more than you should.
His eyes light up as he speaks. “I could show you the North. I’m certain you would love it—the landscapes alone. You must see them when they are covered in snow. And the food, you have to try it. The people, too—you would love their warmth and kindness. And of course—”
“…the cold,” you interrupt.
He chuckles. “I would walk through every chamber and hall, lighting a fire everywhere for you.”
You grin. “Do you really think a dragon would be satisfied with fires alone?”
He looks at you intently. “Well, I know other ways to keep you warm.”
Your lips part slightly, and you have to stop yourself from inhaling too sharply. A small laugh escapes you, and Rob smiles in return.
“I’m not sure it’s appropriate for a princess to keep warm like that,” you say.
You glance away from him for a moment and notice Aemond watching you from across the hall. You turn away deliberately and face Rob again. He follows your gaze and offers a sympathetic smile.
“I’m sorry about that.”
You look at him, puzzled.
“Well… you and Prince Aemond,” he says carefully. You nod as he continues, “You spent a great deal of time together. And now that other Lady is always at his side.”
Your eyes drop to the floor. You feel Rob gently stroke your arm, and when you look up, he is smiling at you kindly. You return the smile.
“And besides,” he adds lightly, “I did see that poor Lady almost go down.”
Your eyes widen. “That was an accident—she suddenly stepped into my path.”
He laughs, and this time, you laugh with him.
Aemond stands at the far end of the hall, his gaze fixed on you. Watching you like this is driving him mad. The Stark Lord is constantly at your side, and just as when you first met, Aemond can see that you cannot hide your admiration for him—the way you look at Rob, the smile that never leaves your lips.
He can already picture you in Rob’s world, far up north, surrounded by snow and cold stone halls.
The thought makes his chest ache. Breathing becomes difficult, as though something is pressing down on his lungs. It hurts just as much to see that it is Lord Stark who makes you laugh, that he is the one who hears your soft chuckles and watches your face light up.
Rarely has Aemond felt such a violent urge to decapitate someone. Yet he knows there is nothing he can do. Alys’ constant presence at his side does nothing to ease it. He tries to remain polite, tries again and again to send her away, but she is persistent—stubborn in a way that reminds him of you. Only that your stubbornness is alluring in countless ways, while hers is not.
When he sees you almost knock Alys to the ground earlier, he nearly laughs—if the situation were not so utterly hopeless. What he would give to be by your side now, to hear your laughter as you speak, to be able to touch you, even just lightly.
After taking a large gulp of wine, Rob turns to you.
“Why didn’t I see you dancing at any of those balls?”
You shrug lightly, “Perhaps because I haven’t attended the last few?”
He nods and smiles at you, “Important princess duties?”
You laugh softly. “Please, just call me Y/N.”
And he laughs with you.
“But yes, something like that. Though I’ve never seen you dance either,” you add. “Judging by your stature, I’d assume you’re only skilled with a sword. Or do they not teach dancing in the North?”
You try—and fail—to suppress a grin. Rob certainly does not manage to hide his.
“Judging by my body? Are we already judging each other’s bodies?” he asks, letting his gaze wander over you.
You nudge him lightly.
He clutches his arm. “Ah—first the heir to the throne, and now the Lord of the North.”
You laugh again.
After a moment, he continues more quietly, “Truth be told, I simply haven’t found a Lady who thrilled me enough to dance with her.”
Your breath catches when he suddenly holds out his hand to you. He smiles, and you cannot help but smile back, a flutter of nervousness settling in your chest.
As he leads you onto the dance floor, he leans in and whispers, “Are your palms a little sweaty?”
You blush as he winks. “Only because I fear your dancing skills,” you say and he chuckles, pulling you closer.
You look up at him, and he smiles down at you gently.
Rob’s dancing surprises you. His hand rests firmly at your waist, the other holding yours as he guides you across the floor with effortless grace. You laugh softly and lean toward his ear.
“I must admit, I didn’t expect this. I thought you’d step on my feet at least once.”
He laughs. “Don’t praise me too soon—the night is still young, and I can dance for quite a while.”
You bite your lower lip as his soft brown eyes hold your violet ones.
Throughout the dance, he never takes his eyes off you. He holds you close, his chest brushing against yours, warmth radiating from him. Your faces are only inches apart, and the closeness makes you inhale sharply. His thumb caresses your hip, slow and gentle, and you find it hard to think clearly under his gaze. The temptation to lean fully into him is strong.
From across the hall, Aemond watches.
A war rages inside him. Another man holds you in his arms, guides you across the dance floor. His jaw clenches, his hand tightening around his goblet so hard it should shatter. Rob’s hands are resting where they do not belong. No hands but his should ever touch you like that.
You are so absorbed in Rob’s gaze that you barely notice when the dance abruptly stops. Rob’s head snaps to the side as someone grabs his arm and yanks him away from you.
“The dance is over.”
Aemond stands beside you, his expression murderous.
Rob tears his arm free. “No, it isn’t.”
They stare at each other—pure hatred mirrored in both their faces. Either of them could start a war in this very moment.
And you are standing right between them.
“You should remove your hands from her body immediately,” Aemond says coldly, “if you wish to keep using them in the future.”
“Aemond,” you hiss, but he does not look at you.
Rob smirks slightly. “The princess seemed to enjoy where my hands were. And if she is so precious to you, perhaps you should treat her as such.”
His hand remains firmly on your waist.
You look at Aemond. His face shows nothing but raw hatred. You could swear you hear Vhagar roaring somewhere far away.
“Your desperate attempts to win her over are rather sad,” Rob murmurs so only Aemond can hear, “especially when others dare to approach her. And besides—it rarely pleases a princess when a man is still entertaining other Ladies.”
The tension thickens, suffocating.
You become aware of the stares around you. Your father is watching, his expression calculating, as if weighing whom to behead first should anything happen to you. Your gaze flicks to your grandsire and Alicent; both look unsettled, worried. Lords and Ladies nearby have stopped dancing. Jace stands in the crowd, concern etched on his face, ready to intervene.
Aemond grips Rob’s arm. “I advise you to step away from Princess Y/N. Now, Lord.” The last word is emphasized sharply.
“Both of you, stop. Now.”
Your voice cuts through the tension. They both look at you, almost as if they have forgotten you are even there.
You barely manage to apologize to Rob before Aemond grabs you and pulls you away, his grip almost rough.
Outside the hall, he bursts out, “You’re dancing with another Lord? What are you doing?”
You glare at him. “Are you out of your mind? I can dance with whomever I please.”
He exhales sharply. “Y/N, what is wrong?”
You shake your head. “I don’t want to talk to you. Perhaps you should return to Lady Alys. She certainly seems eager to keep you company.”
He looks at you, about to speak, but the words tumble out of you first.
“Did you sleep with her? …Did you enjoy it?”
He freezes, speechless.
Your lip trembles, but you force yourself to continue. “Do you have any idea how much that hurt? Seeing you in that hallway—embracing her, her pressed against you, the way you kissed her. And now she’s always there, touching you, clinging to you…”
Then the thought hits you, and your voice breaks.
“Were you just using me? Was I only there to satisfy you?”
Tears burn in your eyes. Aemond steps toward you, but you retreat.
“And yet you don’t want to sleep with me,” you continue, your voice shaking. “I’m not good enough for that—but she is?”
He says nothing.
That silence is answer enough.
“I should be grateful you didn’t sleep with me,” you mutter bitterly. You shake your head. “You want to make me your Queen? What a lie.”
Your voice trembles as anger and pain collide.
“Aemond, answer me!” you scream.
Almost inaudibly, he says, “Yes. Of course I want you as my Queen.”
You scoff and fold your arms. “I will never accept a husband who keeps mistresses. You disgust me, Aemond.”
Tears threaten again. You turn and walk away, your steps quick and unsteady.
Aemond watches you disappear down the corridor. His chest tightens, his vision blurs. He can barely breathe. He needs to leave—now.
You flee into the garden, desperate for fresh air. The thought of being alone in your chambers feels unbearable.
The garden lies silent around you, wrapped in a stillness so dense it presses against your skin. You draw in several slow breaths, filling your lungs as deeply as you can before letting the air slip out again, hoping the steady rhythm might calm the chaos inside your chest. Little by little, the crushing weight eases, and even the sharp urge to break apart and cry dulls into something quieter—something you can survive.
You fold your arms tightly around yourself and lower your gaze to the ground, fixing on the dark soil beneath your feet as if it might anchor you, keep you from drifting apart.
Voices drift toward you from behind.
You do not turn. You do not have to. You recognize them instantly. It can only be Jace and Rob—their words slightly slurred, their laughter careless and far too loud. They are drunk. As they stumble into the garden, their intentions become painfully clear. They are set on relieving themselves against the wall, laughing at their own foolishness as if the world were theirs alone.
Then Rob steps farther in, and his gaze catches on something pale in the shadows. Your hair. Light even in the dimness. Unmistakable.
You remain where you are, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, trying to make yourself smaller, quieter.
Rob freezes and turns sharply to Jace.
“Maybe we shouldn’t piss here after all.”
Jace only laughs, clearly entertained.
“Why not?”
Rob snorts.
“What if Ladies come by? They wouldn’t survive the sight of your little dick.”
Jace punches him in the arm, offended and amused all at once.
“The Ladies would be quite shocked by the enormous size!”
They burst into laughter, and Rob quickly grabs Jace’s arm, pulling him back toward the hall.
“Come on. Let’s go back inside.”
Relief washes through you once they are gone. You exhale shakily. You do not need the image of your brother pissing against a wall burned into your mind—especially not now.
After some time, footsteps return.
You turn at the sound and see Rob approaching alone. He offers a faint, hesitant smile, and despite everything, you find yourself returning it. He stays close to your side but does not crowd you, as though he senses how fragile you are in this moment.
“It didn’t seem so tempting to pee in the garden with my brother, did it?” you ask lightly.
He tilts his head, smiling.
“Well… we just wanted to have a bit of fun?”
He lifts his brows, and a small giggle escapes you before you can stop it. When he looks at you again, his voice drops.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod, though the movement is barely noticeable.
“I’m sorry if I got you into trouble because of our dance,” he adds.
You snort softly.
“No, don’t worry. You didn’t break anything that wasn’t already broken.”
He reaches for your hand, his fingers warm as they curl around yours.
“Okay… because I really liked being that close to you,” he says gently, “and I don’t want to apologize for that.”
Your breath catches as his thumb strokes your skin, sending a quiet shiver through you.
“Are your hands sweaty again?” he teases with a soft grin.
You laugh under your breath and drop your gaze once more. He turns toward you and carefully lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. Without realizing it, you hold your breath as he leans down and presses his lips to yours.
The kiss is deep and full of heat, enough that you have to lean into him to stay steady, your hands resting against his firm chest. You taste wine as his tongue brushes against yours, and for one fleeting moment, you almost let yourself enjoy it.
Almost.
But something is missing.
He is not Aemond.
You pull back just enough to breathe, and tears rise instantly to your eyes.
“I’m sorry, Rob.”
He reacts at once, lifting his hand to brush a tear from your cheek.
“Hey. Don’t cry. It’s okay.”
You manage a small, trembling smile.
“Could you walk me to my chambers?”
He nods without hesitation.
The walk through the corridors is silent, heavy with everything left unsaid. When you reach your door, you stop and turn to face him.
He smiles softly.
“Good night, Princess.”
You return the smile—faint, but sincere.
“Good night, Lord Rob.”
He bends and kisses the back of your hand, drawing a quiet chuckle from you.
At the far end of the corridor, unseen by either of you, Aemond stands.
He came looking for you, driven by the need to speak, to untangle everything that went wrong. Waiting any longer felt unbearable. But as he rounds the corner, he sees Rob outside your chambers, sees him lift your hand and press a kiss to it.
Aemond’s fists clench as familiar wrath surges through him—sharp, burning—before collapsing into something heavier that settles painfully in his chest. He forces himself to breathe, then turns away and leaves without a word.
The next morning, you sit at the breakfast table, absently pushing food across your plate until you finally give up. You lean over to press a light kiss to your father’s cheek and leave the hall. You need air. Movement. Space to think.
Rob’s kiss from the night before has shifted something inside you, casting everything in a new and unsettling light. You found him attractive when you first met him, yes—but you never imagined he felt that way about you.
You stand among the rose bushes in the garden, their scent heavy in the warm air, when your father’s voice reaches you from behind.
“You know,” Daemon says dryly, “I’m a little offended.”
You turn your head slightly, already knowing that tone.
“I noticed something was bothering you for quite some time,” he continues as he comes closer, “and I waited patiently for you to come to me. And now look at this—the Rogue Prince himself reduced to chasing after a young woman just to find out what has shaken her world so terribly.”
Despite yourself, a small grin tugs at your lips.
Daemon stops beside you, his expression sharpening as he studies you more closely, far more perceptive than he lets on.
“Are you with child?”
You don’t even hesitate. You slap his arm.
“No, Dad.”
He exhales dramatically, rolling his shoulders as if relieved of a great burden.
“Good,” he says. “Because then I would truly be in trouble with your mother.”
You smile again, though this time it doesn’t quite hold. The amusement fades quicker than you intend. Daemon notices immediately. He tilts his head, watching you from the side.
“Do you want to tell me what’s troubling you?” he asks more quietly. “Judging by that little scene yesterday… is this about two very particular men?”
You sigh, the sound heavy, and lower your gaze to the roses at your feet.
“Almost,” you admit. “It’s about Aemond.”
You shoot him a sharp glare.
“No stupid comments.”
He raises both hands in surrender, though the familiar grin never quite leaves his face, and there’s something softer beneath it now—concern, thinly veiled and deeply genuine.
“We’ve had a lovely time together,” you admit quietly. “I can’t deny that I like him.” Your breath stutters. “But I saw him with Lady Alys. I know—or at least I suspect—that they were intimate once.”
Daemon slips an arm around you as tears gather in your eyes.
“I walked past the small hall two days ago and saw them kissing,” you continue, brushing at your cheek. “That hurts. Because I really like him. And it hurts that he would do something like that to me.”
Your voice wavers, and Daemon does not hesitate before pulling you into a firm embrace.
“You know,” he murmurs against your hair, “young men are stupid. I did many stupid things before I finally ended up with your mother. And from what you told me… it was just a kiss?”
You nod slightly.
“At least I hope so.”
He chuckles quietly.
“I don’t think there was anything else. And I know how to recognize when a man truly cares. He has feelings for you. Maybe he once had feelings for Alys, and seeing her again confused him for a moment. But a kiss like that doesn’t destroy true love.”
He wipes away another tear as you bury your face against his chest.
“And now,” he adds dryly, “I suppose I’ll have to emasculate him. He made my little dragon cry.”
You pull back in alarm.
“No, Dad. Please don’t.”
He studies you.
“So you still care about him?”
You can only manage a small, helpless smile. He hugs you once more, tight and protective.
After a moment, you look up at him.
“Dad… do you know Lady Alys?”
His brows knit together.
“Lady? As far as I know, she’s the bastard of Harrenhal.”
“A bastard?” you whisper.
“Yes. The old lord’s. She isn’t a Lady.”
You fall silent, and he strokes your cheek gently.
“No woman could ever compare to you—especially not one who isn’t even a Lady and dares to make advances on your Prince.”
A faint smile returns to your lips.
But Daemon exhales.
“The Stark Lord wouldn’t be a bad match either. House Stark would make a strong ally.”
You only shoot him an annoyed look.
That evening, you sit in the hall once more, attending the final ball before the great hunt. The thought of being in the forest with weapons feels strangely appealing, and a brief, dark smile crosses your face at the idea of bringing Alys down with a sword.
Your father’s words echo in your mind. You want to believe him—but unease coils tightly in your stomach.
Lost in thought, you do not notice Rob watching you from across the hall, uncertain whether he should ask you to dance again.
Aemond notices everything.
From his place at the end of the table, he sees Rob’s gaze fixed on you. He sees him rise without looking away. Anger flares hotter than ever, sharpened by the memory of Rob outside your chambers, kissing your hand.
His fingers curl into a fist.
Enough.
He stands and steps away from the table.
You stare down at your plate, counting peas to quiet your thoughts, when a voice cuts cleanly through the noise of the hall.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, Part 10 (Revised)
Summary: When an invitation to the wedding of Aegon and Helaena arrives, your family returns to King’s Landing for the first time in six years. The Red Keep is filled with celebration — but beneath the silk and smiles, old wounds linger. You are nervous to see your family again. More nervous even to see him again.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 3.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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Your eyes remain closed, yet you are acutely aware of Aemond behind you. You feel his calm, steady breath against the back of your neck, the gentle warmth of it tickling your skin. His arms are wrapped tightly around you; he has held you like this all night. Even his legs are locked with yours, keeping you close, your bodies knotted together as though neither of you ever intends to let go. You never want to leave this bed again.
You feel Aemond stir slowly. His hand begins to move, gently caressing your belly, while his lips press tender kisses to your neck and nape. A soft, deep “Mmmhmm” hums from his chest, and you cannot help but chuckle quietly.
“Mmhm… my Love,” he murmurs sleepily. “I have never been so content. Waking up in the morning with you in my arms…”
Your heart feels as though it might burst.
And then you realise—it is morning.
Your eyes flutter open, and sunlight floods the room. The sun is already high in the sky.
“Aemond? I have to go,” you say as you sit up. He looks at you, clearly irritated, and immediately tries to pull you back down.
“No, my Love. Don’t do that. Stay here with me.”
You laugh softly. “Aemond… I have to go to my chambers. If anyone sees me leaving your chambers in the morning—”
“Sshhh,” he interrupts gently, pulling you back into his arms. “Just a moment, my Love.”
You chuckle and twist slightly in his hold, but his arms close around you again, firm and warm.
You look up at his face. His eye is closed, and his eyepatch does not cover the sapphire beneath. You admire the delicate lines of his features. Your thumb drifts softly over his lips, and a faint smile touches his mouth. Tenderly, you trace the scar on his face, watching as the sapphire catches the sunlight streaming into the chamber. Shades of blue shimmer through the air. Another deep “Mmmhmm” resonates from his chest.
Oh, how you love that sound.
“Just this,” he murmurs. “Waking up and holding you in my arms.”
You lean in and kiss him gently. His smile barely deepens, but it is there. You leave a few more kisses on his lips and along the skin around them, and he chuckles softly.
“How cute,” you tease lightly. “Prince Aemond can be so cute.”
He abruptly opens his eye. “Can he?”
You cannot suppress your laughter. “Yes.”
You feel his hand slide to your ribs. “Mmmhmm?”
And suddenly his fingers move, tickling you mercilessly.
You squirm beneath him, laughter spilling freely from your lips. “Aemond! Stop that!”
You try desperately to free yourself, but he holds you tight, continuing without mercy.
“Prince Aemond can be cute?” he insists.
“Yes!” you manage to gasp between laughs.
Somehow, you break free and slide to the end of the bed, breathless and still half-laughing. Aemond grins at you.
“You must be careful with statements like that.”
You shake your head bravely. He moves toward you and kisses you.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to put you in your place more often.”
You laugh softly and return the kiss.
“Come on,” he says gently. “I’ll take you to your chambers.”
You nod slightly, biting your lip.
You both rise and dress. Aemond finishes first and leans against the wall near his bed, watching you as you finish. When you do, you look at him.
“Can we go?”
You turn toward the door, but he stops you.
“No, Y/N. Come here.”
“Aemond, I really need to go,” you say. “We’re already risking trouble—”
“Yes,” he cuts in calmly, “then come here.”
He presses lightly against the wall behind him, and it slides open.
You smile immediately. “How could I forget? Gods, how many times we used to sneak through these corridors!”
He chuckles and offers you his hand.
Slightly indignant, you ask, “Why did you never visit me at night?”
He laughs softly. “Is that what you wanted?”
You only grin and bite your lip lightly again.
Hand in hand, you wander through the secret corridors of the Red Keep. Aemond seems to know every turn by heart. With ease, he pushes aside another hidden wall and guides you into your chambers.
Once inside, you kiss him again, pressing yourself passionately against him. Your hands slide up his neck, and a deep grunt escapes him. You pull back just enough to look into his eye.
“See you tonight?”
He nods and kisses you again.
This morning feels perfect—until later, when you meet Helaena. You walk with her through the garden, and you notice immediately how tense she is. She is visibly nervous about the upcoming wedding. She is not happy about marrying Aegon, and you understand that far too well.
“You should be glad you are meant for Aemond,” she says suddenly.
You look at her in surprise. “But Helaena… Aemond and I—we are not betrothed.”
She gazes dreamily into the distance. “Two dragons dancing together should not be separated.”
“I don’t quite understand, Helaena—”
But a servant approaches, announcing that Alicent wishes to speak with her.
Helaena smiles brightly at you. “Will I see you at dinner tonight?”
You nod and return her smile, and then she leaves with the servant.
You wander through the garden alone for a while before deciding to return to your chambers. You are still tired.
As you move through the hall toward the stairs near the entrance, voices reach your ears. They drift from the smaller hall nearby, its door standing slightly ajar, and although you have no reason to stop, something pulls at you, an unease settling in your chest. You slow your steps and move closer, listening more carefully—until you recognize Aemond’s voice.
Your hand lifts almost on its own, pushing the door open just a little farther. You see him, and for a brief, foolish moment, relief washes through you. You are about to step inside, to go to him, when reality catches up with you.
There is another voice.
He is not alone.
Your gaze shifts deeper into the hall, and that is when you see her.
Alys.
She stands far too close to him, close enough that it feels deliberate. They speak in low voices, their words too quiet for you to understand, yet the familiarity between them is unmistakable. A cold shudder runs through you as jealousy takes hold, sharp and sudden, clawing at your chest. You try to steady yourself, to tell yourself that you are imagining things—but then her fingers lift and rest against his chest.
Heat floods through you, fierce and painful, your cheeks burning as your heart begins to race wildly. Your breath turns shallow, your body tense, as dread coils tighter with every passing second.
And then you see it.
She leans closer.
She kisses him.
Her arms slide around his neck, confident and possessive, wrapping around the same neck you held so tenderly just this morning, the same neck you traced with care and affection. The sight hits you like a blow.
Your heart shatters, breaking into a thousand sharp pieces inside your chest.
A gasp escapes you before you can stop it, and you clamp a hand over your mouth, terror flooding you at the thought of being heard. You turn away quickly and press your back against the cold stone wall, as though it might hold you together. Tears burn fiercely behind your eyes, your throat tightens painfully, and breathing becomes a struggle.
How… how could he do this to you?
The past days flash through your mind in cruel clarity—every look, every touch, every quiet, intimate moment you shared. Each memory twists inside you, turning sweet things into knives.
You feel sick, hollowed out, as though something precious has been ripped from you. Used. Betrayed. You have never known pain like this, never imagined it could cut so deeply.
You force yourself to move, to tear yourself away from the hall before you break completely where you stand. Tears spill freely down your cheeks as you make your way back to your chambers, barely aware of your surroundings. The moment you step inside, your strength abandons you, and you sink to the floor, your body finally giving in.
You break.
Your sobs fill the room, raw and uncontrollable, echoing off the walls of your chambers as grief crashes over you in relentless waves, leaving nothing untouched in its wake.
Aemond pushes Alys away sharply.
“Alys! I said stop it!”
She only grins at him, clearly unfazed. “If you didn’t want it, why did you enjoy the kiss for so long?”
Aemond scowls at her, his expression darkening.
“Oh, what is wrong with you?” she continues lightly. “You always liked that I dared to kiss you everywhere.” Once again, her finger wanders over his chest.
He grabs her wrist firmly, stopping her hand. She only laughs softly and tilts her head. “Is it because of the little dove?”
His jaw tightens.
“You can’t be serious, Aemond,” she scoffs. “You can’t seriously want to hump this young thing, can you? She can’t even give you what you need.”
She tries to step closer to him again, but this time he pushes her away decisively.
“Let it go, Alys.”
Without another word, Aemond turns and walks away.
She calls after him, amused and sharp, “Are you just going to leave me here?”
Somehow, you manage to make it back to your bed. You simply lie there, staring at nothing. Your body aches. At some point, the tears stop coming, and you are left lying on your back, staring out the window, numb and hollow. Slowly, you turn onto your back fully and let out a shaky sigh as your sadness begins to shift.
How could he do this to you?
Anger rises, hot and sharp, burning through the emptiness. The humiliation returns in full force. You never imagined that Aemond—your Aemond—could do something like this to you.
You look back toward the window and notice that the sun is slowly setting. You should get up. You should dress. Dinner will begin soon. Slowly, almost mechanically, you rise and dress yourself, as if guided by habit rather than will. You don’t bother braiding your hair; you simply let it fall freely over your shoulders.
You would much rather stay in your chambers until this entire wedding is over, but you know that would only invite questions—too many of them, from too many people.
So you force yourself to go to the hall.
When you enter, several families are already gathered. You walk toward your family, carefully avoiding looking in Aemond’s direction, afraid that you would not survive meeting his gaze.
The hall hums with conversation.
You sit down beside your father and attempt to smile. He looks at you with concern.
“Don’t I get a kiss as a greeting?”
Slightly startled, you lean in and give him a light kiss. Daemon studies you for a moment, irritation flickering across his face.
The murmurs die down as King Viserys rises. All eyes turn to him.
“My dear Lords and Ladies,” he begins, “I thank you for coming, for spending this time with us. Most of the Houses of the realm are gathered here to celebrate the upcoming marriage of my son Aegon and my daughter Helaena. The balls we have enjoyed so far have been a great joy—”
Daemon snorts quietly beside you.
“—but now let us enjoy a second, more relaxed dinner. We will conclude these festivities with the planned hunt at the end of the week in the royal forest. On the evening of the wedding, we shall gather once more to feast on the hunted prey together and, of course, to celebrate the bride and groom.”
Viserys raises his cup toward Aegon and Helaena. They smile, though the smiles do not reach their eyes.
Your gaze drifts involuntarily toward Aemond. He is already looking at you.
You quickly look away and join the applause spreading through the hall.
The evening continues. Lords and Ladies leave their seats, laughing and talking freely. Under other circumstances, you would have joined them gladly. Tonight, you do not touch your food. You have had no appetite since noon.
Daemon notices. He does not press you, knowing you too well for that. Instead, he gently strokes your hand and offers a small smile. You return it.
Again and again, you feel Aemond’s gaze on you, burning into the side of your face.
You ignore him. You have no desire to speak to him—none at all. You fear that if you did, you would not be able to restrain your anger.
When most have finished eating, you decide you have endured enough. Your bed feels infinitely more appealing than this hall. You rise and walk around the table. Your eyes meet Aemond’s again, and the look on his face tells you he expects you to come to him.
You turn away.
You move along the wall toward the door when you pass Aegon, who is leaning casually against it, goblet of wine in hand, watching the dancers.
“Niece,” he says, amused, “are you leaving already, or are you in the mood for some really good company tonight?”
You pause. Normally, you would have thrown a sharp remark at him—but right now, the thought of simply drinking feels appealing.
“You know what?” you say. “Yes. I am actually in the mood for some good company.”
Aegon looks genuinely surprised. “Really?” Then he grins. “Well, then of course I offer myself.”
He extends his arm, and you take it. He leads you to the far end of the table, where the crowd thins, and you begin drinking together.
From across the hall, Daemon watches, more irritated than he has ever been. The longer he observes, the more he realises that perhaps the one-eyed prince is not the worst choice after all—but even so, he would still prefer almost anyone to Aegon.
To your own surprise, you enjoy yourself. You drink, and Aegon shares gossip—far more gossip than you ever thought he possessed. He even manages to make you laugh.
“Why aren’t you with my brother tonight?” he asks.
You shake your head. “No way, Aegon. You won’t be able to keep that gossip to yourself.”
He laughs. “Fair enough. We’ll save that for later,” he says, making you giggle.
“At least let’s play a game, then.”
You look at him curiously. “A game?”
He nods at your question, “Looking for looks.”
You frown. He bursts out laughing. “Gods, niece, you really need to leave Dragonstone more often.”
You stick your tongue out at him, but he just grins.
“We let our eyes wander through the hall. I try to catch a Lady’s gaze—if I do, I drink. You do the same with the Lords,” he explains to you and you nod.
“If I win,” he adds casually, “you come to my chambers.”
You glare at him. “Aegon. That is never going to happen. And if you don’t stop, you’ll be playing alone.”
He raises his hands in surrender, laughing.
You begin scanning the hall and quickly manage to catch several Lords’ eyes. You drink. Aegon struggles at first.
“Well?” you tease. “No Lady eager to join you tonight?”
He scowls—until he suddenly catches someone’s gaze and drinks triumphantly. Soon, he starts catching up. Too quickly.
“Aegon,” you accuse, “she wasn’t even looking at you!”
“Of course she was!”
“No, she was looking across the hall! She has to be looking for your eyes. Otherwise, I’d have emptied the whole bottle by now!”
He only laughs—until a Lord steps directly in front of you.
“Princess Y/N,” he says, bowing slightly. “I enjoyed the way our eyes met.”
Aegon chuckles beside you.
“I was hoping,” the Lord continues, “to enjoy the next dance with you.”
You meet his gaze calmly. “Since this is not an official ball, I don’t think that is appropriate. Besides, I am already in excellent company.”
He persists. “I would be the more interesting choice. Many are dancing—we would hardly stand out.”
You smile politely. “If we wouldn’t stand out, then there is no need to dance.”
He extends his hand. “It would be rude to refuse a suitable Lord.”
Aegon’s voice cuts in smoothly.
“Lord Lannister, I presume. I can tell by the stupid lion on your chest.”
The Lord stiffens.
“It is rude not to introduce yourself to a princess,” Aegon continues calmly, “and equally rude not to greet a prince present. And while we are at it, it is also rude to pressure a Lady who has clearly said no.”
The Lord withdraws his hand slowly, bows stiffly, and retreats.
You stare at Aegon, impressed. “Wow. I didn’t know you could stand up for others like that. I like it.”
You raise your goblet.
Aegon grins and clinks his cup against yours.
“I didn’t know drinking with you could be this fun either. And I get to chase off annoying Lannisters.”
By now, you are well drunk. Your gaze drifts farther and farther away, until it settles on Aemond. He is standing with several Lords, engaged in conversation. Lady Alys is practically dancing around him, switching effortlessly between speaking to the Lords and directing her attention back to him. Again and again, her hand slides over his arm. For a brief moment, you think she might take his hand and pull him into a dance—but then Aemond pulls his hand away.
It hurts more than you expect. You swallow hard, suppressing the sting of tears, and bury your face in your goblet. Aegon notices immediately.
“Hey… are you okay?”
You nod and force a smile, even though it feels brittle.
Aemond hates seeing you spend the evening at Aegon’s side. He trusts you—but he does not trust Aegon. He knows his brother too well, knows his thoughts, and can imagine all too clearly what his intentions might be. His grip tightens around his goblet. He barely follows the conversation around him anymore. For most of the evening, his attention has been fixed on you—on how you drink with Aegon, how Aegon makes you laugh, and even how Aegon chased the Lannister Lord away earlier. He is not in the mood for company tonight, but the Lords of Harrenhal, Lady Alys among them, keep urging him to stay engaged.
You let out a quiet sigh. By now, you feel you cannot endure Lady Alys clinging to Aemond much longer—and you certainly cannot drink much more either.
“Aegon… I’m going to my chambers,” you say.
He looks at you in mild surprise. “Already? At least let me walk you there.”
You shake your head slightly. “No, it’s fine. But thank you—for the distraction.”
He inclines his head politely. “You’re very welcome, niece. Any time.”
You rise and head toward the exit. As you pass into the corridor leading to the next hall, you hear someone call your name.
It is Aemond.
You do not turn around. Instead, you quicken your pace. Suddenly, his hand closes around your arm.
“Hey! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you acting like this?”
You yank your arm free and sway slightly to the side. He studies you closely.
“How much have you had to drink?” he asks.
You snort. “Oh, now it bothers you that I’m drinking? Very hypocritical, Aemond. But that suits you.”
He looks irritated. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
You do not answer.
“And by the way,” you continue coolly, “I’m not ignoring you. I’m just enjoying the evening—just like you are.”
Aemond raises his eyebrows. “So you’d rather spend the evening with Aegon than with me?”
He reaches for your arm again, more carefully this time, but you pull away.
“Maybe you should think about that,” you say sharply. “Though maybe you shouldn’t be whoring around in a hall where everyone can see you.”
His eyes widen. He reaches for you again.
“Y/N—”
Before he can continue, a familiar voice cuts in.
“Perhaps the men should accept that Y/N does not want any conversation today.”
Aemond turns slowly and sees his brother standing there.
“Brother,” Aegon adds calmly, “I don’t think she wants to be around you. Today, she prefers the firstborn.”
Aemond’s gaze snaps back to Aegon, sharp and hateful.
Your eyes burn with tears, but you refuse to cry in front of either of them. You turn abruptly and run.
Aemond calls after you, but you do not slow down. When you are gone, he turns back to Aegon.
“What did you say to her?”
Aegon raises his hands innocently. “Nothing. I’m completely innocent. I probably just gave her the only good time she had today.”
He grins.
“But now that Y/N is gone, I think I’ll find a girl to keep me warm tonight.”
With that, Aegon walks away.
Aemond lowers his head and exhales heavily. He had suspected things might become complicated when Alys appeared—but he had never expected this.
You make it to your chambers. Once inside, you lean against the door and lock it. For a moment, you just stand there, fighting the urge to cry. Then you move quickly to your bed and lie down.
Just as sleep threatens to take you, images flood your mind—Alys dancing around Aemond, her hands on him, her lips against his. You turn onto your side, pressing your face into the pillow. Another thought strikes you, cruel and relentless: Aemond spending the night with her.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, Part 9 (Revised)
Summary: When an invitation to the wedding of Aegon and Helaena arrives, your family returns to King’s Landing for the first time in six years. The Red Keep is filled with celebration — but beneath the silk and smiles, old wounds linger. You are nervous to see your family again. More nervous even to see him again.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: Oral (Female receiving)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
18+ NSFW
Word count: 4.1k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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The next day, you are powerless against the permanent grin that seems to have settled on your lips. Your thoughts drift back to the previous evening again and again, refusing to stay where they belong. Sitting with your family at breakfast, you find it almost impossible to keep your mind from returning to the way Aemond’s tongue traced along your neck and down toward your cleavage, leaving you flushed and breathless even now.
Later, when you go for a walk with Helaena, you try to focus on her gentle voice and the things she points out to you, but your thoughts betray you once more. All you can think about is the memory of Aemond’s hand, the way it moved so slowly and deliberately up your inner thigh. From time to time, you smile absently at Helaena or murmur your agreement, though you are only half-aware of what she is saying.
In the afternoon, as you watch Jace and your father training together, your thoughts wander again—this time to the satisfaction Aemond’s fingers gave you, to the way your body responded so eagerly to his touch. It is not something you want to be thinking about while your father or brother is right there in front of you. When Jace tries to persuade you to spar with him, you stubbornly refuse. You do not trust your thoughts, and you certainly do not want to lose to Jace simply because your mind is far too occupied with Aemond’s hands.
You have not seen Aemond at all that day. The absence makes you feel a little sad, yet it only heightens your anticipation for the evening.
Once again, you are late for dinner. Just as your thoughts revolve around Aemond throughout the day, they do the same as evening falls, and you take far too long choosing your dress and braiding your hair. Fortunately, there is no ball scheduled for tonight—only a large dinner in the hall. Your family gathers at the great table at the front, while the Lords and Ladies take their places at the other tables scattered throughout the hall. The atmosphere feels almost informal.
As you enter the hall, your gaze immediately seeks out Aemond, and you find him at once. He looks up the moment you step inside, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. You suppress a smile and head toward your usual seat beside your father, but when you reach the table, you realise Jace is already sitting there, deeply engaged in conversation with Daemon. Luke sits on Jace’s other side, and there is no seat left for you nearby.
Standing behind them, visibly irritated, you clear your throat. “Mhm, Dad? Jace? Isn’t there a seat for me?”
They both look up, only just noticing the problem. “Oh—sister, that’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,” Jace says.
Daemon is about to signal for a servant to fetch another chair when you place your hand lightly on his shoulder. “Ah, it’s alright, Dad.”
He follows your gaze to the far end of the table and understands immediately. Smiling at him, you turn and walk toward Aemond, where an empty chair waits at his right side. He notices you approaching and smiles. “Mhm. An unexpected visitor.”
You return the smile as you sit down. Aemond lifts his hand slightly, signalling the servants to bring you a place setting. You eat mostly in silence while the hall fills with conversation and laughter.
After a while, you notice your father growing visibly annoyed. Again and again, he waves off various Lords who approach him. Turning your head, you see several of them attempting to catch his attention. You cannot help but giggle when you realise what is happening—the Lords are daring to make engagement proposals to your father once more.
Aemond glances at you curiously, wanting to know what has amused you so suddenly. You nod toward Daemon, and when Aemond understands, he laughs quietly as well. Leaning closer, he whispers into your ear, “If only they knew you could actually call yourself a dragonrider now.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you stare at him, speechless, though a grin still tugs at your lips. He chuckles softly and presses a barely perceptible kiss to your cheek before lifting his goblet for a sip of wine. As he sets it down, his hand slides slowly from the table and comes to rest—far too confidently—on your thigh.
Your eyes widen, the bite of bread in your mouth suddenly forgotten. You stare at him in disbelief, his hand perfectly still. “What are you doing?” you whisper.
He only grins and keeps his gaze forward.
Trying not to draw attention, you force yourself to chew. Then you feel his hand begin to move, tracing slow, almost imperceptible circles over the fabric of your dress. You bite your lower lip. The pressure increases gradually, his hand drifting higher. You grip your cutlery tightly and fix your gaze on your plate, closing your eyes for a brief moment.
Aemond has his hand on your crotch and with one deft movement he spreads your legs barely visible for better access. You feel your arousal building. Your smallclothes surely soaked through again.
“Should I stop?” Aemond murmurs, amusement lacing his voice.
You want to hit him, but instead you shake your head almost imperceptibly. As if drawn by instinct, your hips begin to move subtly against his hand. You bite your lip again, eyes squeezed shut, until a low moan slips from you before you can stop it. Startled, you open your eyes at once and try to cover the sound with a cough.
No one seems to notice—except Aemond.
“Are you alright, my Love?” he asks innocently.
You shoot him a venomous look.
At that moment, the doors to the hall open and a Lord of Harrenhal is announced. Aemond stills immediately, his attention shifting to the entrance as his hand settles once more on your thigh. You glance at him. “What’s wrong?”
He does not answer.
You turn to watch the arriving guests: the Lord himself, followed by two other Lords and three Ladies. Looking back at Aemond, you ask quietly, “Which Lord holds Harrenhal now?”
“Lord Simon,” he replies. “Brother to Lord Lyonel Strong.”
You watch as Lord Simon approaches your grandfather and bows. “Lord Simon, you have finally arrived,” King Viserys says.
“I apologise for the delay,” Lord Simon answers smoothly. “Unexpected matters detained us. But we are pleased to celebrate the upcoming wedding of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena.”
Behind him, one of the Ladies lets her gaze linger on Aemond, a smile spreading across her face—far too familiar for your liking. You glance at Aemond, who appears utterly unimpressed. You place your hand over his, still resting on your thigh, and he strokes your fingers reassuringly with his thumb.
Suddenly, the Lady steps away from the group and circles the table toward Aemond. You watch, stunned, as she embraces him without hesitation. His hand leaves your thigh. He does not return the hug, but neither does he immediately push her away. Even Alicent looks over, shocked.
Your chest tightens. You know Aemond has been intimate with women before—but what does this mean?
The Lady pulls back slightly, her hand lingering on his shoulder, threatening to slide down his chest. You have never felt such a violent urge to stab someone with a fork. Before her hand can move further, Aemond grips her wrist firmly.
“Lady Alys,” he says coldly, “perhaps you should return to Lord Simon.”
She chuckles. “Why so formal, Aemond? You are not usually so dismissive.”
His gaze flicks to you, catching the disbelief on your face. Alys follows his gaze. “And you are…? Though, judging by the hair, another Targaryen, I suppose.”
Before you can respond, Aemond repeats himself, more firmly. “Lady Alys. You should go back to Lord Simon.”
Irritation flashes across her face just as Lord Simon calls for her. “I suppose we will speak later,” she says lightly, slipping free of Aemond’s grip.
She rejoins Lord Simon, and soon they leave the hall.
You turn to Aemond. “What was that?”
“Nothing important,” he replies, staring at his plate. Then he looks at you. “An old friend.”
You glare at him stubbornly, “You don’t have friends.”
He sighs, takes your hand, and discreetly kisses the inside of your wrist. Sensing your tension, he murmurs, “My Love, trust me. There is nothing between me and Alys.”
You want to believe him.
“You never let anyone near you,” you say quietly. “And yet she walks around the table just to embrace you?”
His jaw tightens. “She is an old friend. And we have a history.”
You look down at your plate. “And I don’t think I want to hear that.”
After a while, his hand returns to your thigh. This time, you gently but firmly push it away. He takes your hand instead, stroking it soothingly. “Hey… my Love. You truly have nothing to worry about.”
You try to scowl, but his smile disarms you, and you find yourself smiling back.
“Mmmm,” he whispers, “how about I show you my chambers?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“You haven’t been in my chambers for years now,” he adds.
You continue to look at him, “I don’t think I should go to your chambers alone with you.”
“That would be a shame,” he replies smoothly. “We could lie by the fire. I could read to you. We could drink wine.” He winks and you cannot suppress your grin.
You move away from the table and allow Aemond to lead you out of the hall. As you walk through the corridors, you stay close to his side, your steps naturally falling into rhythm with his. You do not dare to dwell too much on it, yet you cannot deny that the whole situation with Alys unsettles you more than you would like to admit.
Soon, you reach Aemond’s chambers. He opens the door for you, smiling softly, and you step inside. At once, his scent surrounds you—that warm vanilla with a subtle hint of citrus scent—and it settles deep in your senses. Books are scattered everywhere. Some lie open, others are stacked carelessly, a few rest on his table, several on the floor, and even a handful on the bed. The sight makes you giggle. He looks at you with a fond smile.
“What’s so funny?”
You simply shake your head, still taking everything in.
Aemond moves to the fireplace and spreads blankets and pillows out in front of it, preparing the space with practiced ease. Meanwhile, you wander over to a small table where an open book lies waiting. You leaf through its pages and realise it is about Aegon the Conqueror. The book looks so old and worn that it feels as though it might already have been read during the days of Aegon’s own conquests.
You move on to his wardrobe and peek inside, unable to suppress a grin. Countless vests hang neatly within, along with several familiar leather waistcoats. Your attention then drifts to the adjacent room. You step inside and find a beautiful bathroom, a bathtub standing at its centre, everything immaculate and orderly. Smiling to yourself, you return to the main chamber and find yourself standing beside his bed. Without quite realising it, your gaze lingers there.
Aemond is removing his leather waistcoat and draping it over a chair when he notices you staring.
“Are you coming?” he asks lightly. “We’ll spend plenty more time in bed.”
Startled, you look up at him just in time to catch his wink. You stick your tongue out at him in response, earning a quiet chuckle.
He settles down in front of the fire, and you take a seat at his right side, wine in hand. Aemond rests a book on his lap and begins to read aloud, his voice calm and steady. You listen attentively, sipping your wine, until after a while you shift closer to him. You lean into his upper body, the back of your head resting against his chest as you gently pull his arm around you. Your elbow settles comfortably on his thigh. Aemond falters for just a moment as he adjusts, securing the book on his other thigh.
Your attention drifts to the hand resting against you. You take it in yours, studying it with quiet admiration. Your fingers trace the faint scars along his skin, follow the veins visible beneath his pale complexion, linger on each finger in turn. All the while, you do not miss a single word he reads. When you press a gentle kiss to his index finger, he chuckles softly.
“If you keep distracting me like this, I won’t be able to read for much longer.”
“No,” you protest quickly. “You must read on.”
To avoid tempting him further, you place his hand on your stomach. He continues reading, his voice steady again, and soon his fingers begin to caress your belly in slow, absent-minded motions. Even this light touch is enough to make your arousal stir once more. He keeps reading, as if nothing is happening at all, while his hand slowly—almost imperceptibly—slides lower. A grin tugs at your lips. Without thinking, you press yourself closer to him.
Over the fabric of your dress, his hand finds your warm core again. A soft gasp escapes you. With a faint smile in his voice, he asks,
“Is everything alright, my Love?”
You feel his breath brush against your ear. Closing your eyes, you nod slowly. His lips find your neck, and he pauses for a moment, inhaling your scent before letting his mouth wander along your skin. He kisses his way upward, stopping just beneath your ear, then gently nibbles at your earlobe. You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck.
He continues to kiss you while he puts the book aside and takes your breast with his hand. He massages your breast over your dress. This is too much for you—his one hand gently caressing the pulsating centre of your body, the other, gently gripping your breast.
A moan slips from your lips, and the sound alone seems to drive him wild—knowing he is the cause of it, that he can make you react like this. His hot breath tickles a sensitive spot on your neck as he pauses, and you hear the heaviness of his breathing. You turn toward him and look into his eye, swallowing hard as your gaze drifts to his lips.
Then your mouths meet. His tongue slips into your mouth, and a low grunt rumbles from his chest as your tongues move together, his warm breath filling your lungs. It becomes too much, too intense, and you pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily. Aemond watches you closely, his gaze following your every movement.
You look into his eye as you move to sit astride his lap.
His hands are on your hips, guiding you to press yourself against his hard cock. Another moan slips from your lips. With one hand on your neck, he pushes your head down to him and kisses you passionately. Your hips move rhythmically against his hard member. Aemond growls softly into your mouth when he suddenly breaks the kiss. His breath comes in short gasps. He caresses your cheek and lets his thumb wander over your lips, swollen and reddened from kissing. You bite your lower lip, "Aemond... I need you," you whisper to him. He gives you an almost tortured look, "I can't do that, my Love."
He continues to caress your cheek and you exhale in frustration as you are abruptly turned around. Suddenly you are lying on your back, on the blankets, in front of the fire. The next moment, Aemond leans over you and smiles. He kisses you passionately again as he hovers above you.
Carefully he spreads your legs with his, gently pressing his body into yours and you feel his swollen cock pressing against your warm core. Rhythmic movements of his hips follow, and you can't help but move your hips in unison with his.
Aemond leans on his elbows, caging you in. A veil of silver hair surrounds you as you kiss passionately. One of his hands moves down, reaching for your bum, pressing you closer to him. A gasp fills his chambers as you feel his hardness pressing against you. Your hands move to his neck, holding him close.
You try again, "Aemond... please... I need you so much..."
He chuckles softly and starts kissing down your neck. You let your hands slide slowly through his soft hair, daring to pull gently. He moans softly in response and his lips leave your neck. On his way down he leaves a trail of kisses and caresses on your soft skin. Kneeling between your legs, he slowly lifts your skirt and gently pushes it up to your hips. A gasp from you follows and you lift your head. Aemond stops and his eyes meet yours, "Do you trust me?" he whispers.
You can only nod.
He grins towards you, "I have to taste you"
You have no idea what that means and so you lie there, only breathing heavily.
His fingers gently slide along your long legs. Slowly he works his way up from your calf to your thigh. You shudder at his touch, your breath comes in short gasps. Slowly he reaches for the waistband of your stocking and gently pulls your stocking off. He does the same to your other leg. Not once does he take his eyes off your beautiful legs. His fingers stop just before the warm centre of your body, "Just enjoy it", he whispers.
And again you can only nod as he leans down and you feel his warm breath on your inner thighs. Slowly he kisses your thighs gently, not missing an inch. Suddenly you feel him kissing you over your wet smallclothes. You almost cry out, which makes him chuckles softly, "Mmhm, already so wet for me".
There, that simple sentence that arouses you so much again.
You start to move your hips slowly and rhythmically. You notice how his fingers glide over the fabric and trace your folds—he does it again to drive you wild. His finger push beneath your smallclothes and slide his fingers over your wet folds. This time you moan more loudly at this touch. His cock twitches at the sound, nothing has ever turned him on more. Slowly he takes off your smallclothes.
His fingers slide through your wet folds again until he carefully positions himself at your entrance. Slowly he applies pressure and slides his finger inside you. "Oh good gods..." you gasp as your whole body responds to his fingers. You could not have imagined how much you crave his touch.
A growl leaves him as he feels how your walls immediately clench around his finger. "So tight...", he almost whispers against your inner thigh, but you hear him clearly. You gasp as he pushes his finger in again. His chambers is filled with the shameful sounds his finger makes inside you.
Slowly he lets his thumb glide over your sensitive pearl, somehow too slow for you, you whimper. But then you feel his lips on your slit. He teases you—his tongue sliding over your clit while his finger is moving inside you. A moan against your folds and it vibrates through your whole body. You move your hips closer towards him and your moans grow louder and louder.
Suddenly, he places a second finger at your entrance and slides effortlessly inside you – your wetness makes penetration easier.
He lets his fingers slide into you repeatedly and his pace increases with every thrust. His tongue continues to play with your clit. His own arousal is undeniable. With every moan from you, his cock twitches and he longs to sink deep inside you.
But he has to pull himself together not to pound his cock into you immediately. His face pushes further into your wet folds as his hunger for you intensifies inside him.
At some point you notice how the feeling inside you starts again. "Gods… Aemond.. I“, you whimper as you feel his fingers in the right spot again and again. You can't help but reach for his head and let your hands sink into his hair. As you arch your back and lean your head back, he chuckles softly. He can't get enough of how your body reacts to his touch.
The burning starts in your lower abdomen and your thighs begin to tremble. Aemond notices how your walls continuously clench around his fingers. You moan and let go of his hair. Out of desperation, you reach for the blankets beneath you, clawing tightly. Your climax shoots through your whole body. Several waves of satisfaction flood you. You try to squeeze your thighs together, but Aemond holds you tight.
You cry out, "Oh...! Aemond... Aemond, Aemond...!". He smiles against your folds and only stops moving his fingers inside you when he realises that your climax is over.
Your heart is pounding, your breathing still heavy, and a thin layer of sweat clings to your forehead. When you realise that Aemond is suddenly lying beside you, completely spent, a soft, satisfied smile spreads across your lips. He returns it just as easily. He leans in to kiss you, and as his tongue brushes against yours, you taste yourself there. A moan escapes you into his mouth. He pulls back just enough to smirk.
“You taste delicious.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you blush deeply. Embarrassed and overwhelmed, you hide your face against his chest, pressing yourself into the steady warmth of him.
For a while, you simply lie together in front of the fire, Aemond holding you close in his arms. Eventually, he begins to press gentle kisses to your cheek, slow and tender.
“Come,” he whispers softly, his lips brushing your skin. “Let’s go to bed.”
You answer him with a kiss.
You both rise, your movements languid and unhurried. As you begin to open your dress, you hesitate.
“Aemond?”
He is just loosening the vest at his neck and turns toward you. “Mhm?”
He watches you for a moment, then realises what you need. You have no nightgown.
“Oh—of course. Wait a moment.”
He pulls his vest over his head and steps closer to you. The sight of his bare chest makes your breath catch. He hands you the vest with a playful glint in his eye.
“Take my vest, so you don’t have to sleep naked,” he says, winking.
You take it, grinning despite yourself.
“Please turn around,” you order him.
Obediently—and almost ceremoniously—he bows his head just slightly and turns his back to you. You undo the buckles of your dress and let the fabric slide down your body. Quickly, you pull on his vest. His scent envelops you at once, familiar and comforting, and it makes you smile.
Aemond still has his back to you and begins to remove his breeches. You move to his bed, carefully lifting the books that still lie scattered there and setting them aside. When you lie down, the mattress feels impossibly welcoming. You have never felt better.
Aemond joins you moments later, and his hands immediately find your body. He never seems able to stay close to you without touching you. He pulls you firmly against him, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Yet despite having just climaxed, you feel restless, unsatisfied. Feeling him so close like this only makes it worse.
Slowly, you begin to move your hips in a gentle, rhythmic motion against his crotch. He chuckles softly and lowers his face into the crook of your neck. After a moment, he murmurs,
“What are you doing?”
You press yourself closer to him, your voice barely more than a breath.
“I need you, Aemond…”
He kisses your neck softly. You reach back and cradle the back of his head, pressing him closer. He continues kissing you, slow and tender, and you feel the unmistakable response of his body behind you. You keep moving against him, and you notice how his breathing grows heavier with each second. Still, he holds to his resolve.
“I can’t sleep with you, my Love.”
A frustrated sound leaves you. In response, he covers you in more kisses, holding you tightly against him, unwilling to let you go even for a moment.
“Sleep well, my Love,” he whispers.
“Sleep well,” you grumble.
He chuckles softly, and then presses one last lingering kiss to your neck.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, Part 8 (Revised)
Summary: When an invitation to the wedding of Aegon and Helaena arrives, your family returns to King’s Landing for the first time in six years. The Red Keep is filled with celebration — but beneath the silk and smiles, old wounds linger. You are nervous to see your family again. More nervous even to see him again.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: A little fingering
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
18+ NSFW
Word count: 4.4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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You stand with Aemond in front of the doors to the hall, your heart pounding so loudly you are certain he must hear it. Your palms are damp, your excitement impossible to hide. Your arm is hooked securely through his, and your free hand grips his forearm as if anchoring yourself.
Aemond notices immediately.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay,” he murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile.
You glance up at him shyly. After a moment, you return his smile and nod, drawing a steadying breath.
The doors open—and at the same time, the announcement rings out, hesitant and uncertain.
“Princess Y/N of House Targaryen and… Prince Aemond Targaryen of House Targaryen?”
Even the servant announcing you does not sound entirely sure of himself.
You walk down the aisle between the tables together, acutely aware of every single gaze turning toward you. You know, without doubt, that you will be the predominant topic of conversation tonight. The weight of it makes your nerves flare again, and you try—unsuccessfully—to ignore the stares of the Lords and Ladies lining your path.
It is difficult. Visibly so.
Until you look up at Aemond.
His smile has not faded. Not even a little.
With him beside you, the scrutiny becomes bearable. You smile, pressing closer to him and holding him just a bit tighter. As you near the main table, the reactions of your family become clearer—confused expressions spreading across their faces.
All except your father’s.
Daemon sits casually in his seat, his chin resting lightly on his hand, a faint smirk already playing on his lips.
You see your mother lean toward him.
“Daemon,” she asks quietly, “didn’t you tell me yesterday that I had nothing to worry about?”
Daemon nods calmly. “Yes, I did. And so far, all I see is that they entered the hall together. He has not yet asked to wed her.”
Rhaenyra bites her lower lip. “Well… the evening is still young.”
Daemon chuckles under his breath.
When you reach the main table, you and Aemond bow in greeting to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. With all eyes upon you, you turn toward one another. Aemond takes your hand and presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.
“Princess Y/N.”
This was not planned. Heat rushes to your cheeks, tinting them a soft red as you whisper back,
“Prince Aemond.”
Aemond smiles and gives you an inconspicuous wink before slowly letting your hand slide free. You each move to your seats.
When you reach your father, you lean in and kiss his cheek.
“Good evening, Daddy,” you murmur softly.
He looks at you sideways, one eyebrow lifting. “Have you recovered well from last night?”
You clear your throat. “Well, I had an excellent night’s rest. So yes, I can’t complain.”
Daemon chuckles. “I could imagine that you slept very well.”
Your cheeks warm again. Your mother shoots him an irritated look, while Jace—seated on your other side—fixes you with an intense stare.
Eventually, you give in. “Can I help you?”
His eyes widen. “You just walked into this hall with Aemond?”
You sigh. “Yes. It probably looked exactly like that.” You take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly. “Jace, it’s all right. Truly. Please don’t worry.”
You smile sweetly, and though he still looks conflicted, he says nothing more.
At the other end of the table, Aemond sits completely unfazed. He sips his wine calmly, skillfully ignoring his mother’s pointed looks—likely attempts to corner him into conversation. Fortunately, Aegon and Helaena sit between them, serving as an effective barrier.
After some time, Rhaenyra rises and moves away to speak with a Stark lord you do not recognize. Your brothers soon drift back toward the dance floor. Just as you consider escaping the monotony of the evening to join Aemond, your father draws your attention again.
“You know,” he says quietly, “yesterday was rather dangerous. You could have been discovered.”
You meet his gaze. “And then I’d have to be wed to Aemond by now?”
His eyebrows lift. “Would you like that?”
You open your mouth to answer—and realize you cannot.
You do not fully understand what you feel for Aemond. You know that you feel something. That much is undeniable. You feel close to him, drawn to him in a way that is impossible to ignore. Every second spent apart feels unbearable.
But is it love?
Daemon watches you closely. “Y/N, you don’t have to decide now. Take all the time you need. Make the decision that feels right to you.”
You nod slowly.
“…But Dad,” you add quietly, “it wasn’t planned. We were talking, and it just happened, and… it was nice.”
Daemon lifts a hand. “Even though I appreciate your honesty—please don’t elaborate.”
You laugh softly. “All right, Daddy.”
He smiles. “But next time, please don’t kiss under a tree in the garden. Go deeper into the gardens, or for the gods’ sake, into one of your chambers. Just don’t get caught. We do not need a family scandal at one of these many unnecessary wedding festivities. Your mother would not take it well.”
You look at him, confused. “Are you… giving me free rein to—”
“I did not say that,” he cuts in. “I said be smarter. And don’t get caught.”
He takes a long drink of wine. You reach for his other hand and squeeze it gently.
“Okay. Thank you, Daddy.”
He nods and strokes your fingers with his thumb.
As your mother returns, you press a brief kiss to your father’s cheek and stand. Across the room, you spot Aemond speaking with a lord. You make your way toward him. When he sees you, his face softens into a smile you cannot help but return. The lord takes the hint and excuses himself as you come to a stop before Aemond.
“Princess Y/N,” Aemond says with a smirk.
“Aemond.”
“I believe we’re the subject of quite a few conversations tonight,” he remarks, lifting his cup.
You tilt your head mischievously. “Then we should give them more to talk about.”
He looks at you curiously.
“I’m bored,” you admit. “And dancing might be a pleasant way to pass the time.”
You look at him pleadingly.
Aemond chuckles. “Then I suppose you’ll have to find a willing lord to dance with you.”
You feign indignation. “Well then, I suppose I shall.”
You turn and head toward the dance floor, glancing back over your shoulder to stick your tongue out at him. Aemond watches you go, clearly amused.
In the crowd, you spot your brothers and head toward them, feeling safer at their side. They greet you warmly. Jace is already deep in conversation with a pretty Lannister lady. You quickly realize he is only seeking amusement—though the lady herself likely has more ambitious thoughts.
You chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Jace asks.
“Oh, nothing,” you reply quickly.
He grins. “Then give your mouth something useful to do.”
Without warning, he presses his wine cup to your lips. You sputter as you try to swallow the sudden flood of wine. Jace and Luke burst into laughter. When the cup finally lowers, you laugh too.
“Jace! What was that?!”
He grins proudly. “You need courage before you dare face me on the dance floor.”
You scoff. “Excuse me? You don’t stand a chance.”
He offers his arm. You hesitate—wishing, briefly, that another lord might have asked you instead. Perhaps one who might annoy Aemond just a little. Still, dancing with Jace is better than not dancing at all.
Just as you are about to accept, a lord approaches.
“Princess Y/N,” he says with a bow. “And of course Prince Jace and Prince Luke.”
You look up at him. “And you are?”
Jace slings an arm around the man’s shoulder. “That, dear sister, is Lord Robert Stark. A fine companion for drinking and revelry. You would know that too, if you hadn’t missed the last few gatherings.”
He pulls a face at you—you mimic it.
Your gaze returns to Lord Robert—and you realize, somewhat to your alarm, that he is handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, the Stark sigil displayed proudly across his chest. Even beneath his leather waistcoat, his strength is evident. His black curls frame his face, a stark contrast to your silver hair. You imagine—briefly—how soft they might feel.
His eyes are warm brown, steady and kind, and when he looks at you, it feels as though he sees straight through you. His lips are soft, his short beard suits him perfectly.
Before you can stop yourself, you bite your lower lip.
“I think the princess had more important things to do than celebrate with us idiots. And please—call me Rob.”
He gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it, making you chuckle despite yourself. Jace watches the exchange with open amusement while Luke laughs outright. You push Jace slightly to the side.
Rob turns his attention back to you. “I just saw my father speaking with your mother. I hope he isn’t trying to strike some sort of marriage deal,” he adds with a teasing look.
A laugh escapes you. “And you’re always this direct?”
You realize you rather like that about him.
He smiles easily. “In the North, we’re more relaxed when it comes to things like that. You’d like it there,” he says, winking. You laugh again.
“Yes, I suppose one would have to get used to it,” you reply. “But I’m sorry to disappoint you, Lord Rob—I’m not available for marriage negotiations. I get to choose my own future husband. Your father would have to speak to me personally.”
Across the hall, Aemond watches.
He sees every laugh you share. Every curious look you give the Stark lord. When Rob dares to kiss your hand, Aemond feels the sharp, instinctive urge to cross the room and remove the offending hand from your skin entirely. Only then does he realize his mistake—letting you walk alone into a hall filled with eager lords. He should have danced with you. He should be the one earning your laughter now.
He hasn’t followed the conversation around him for quite some time. All of his attention is on you.
Then, suddenly, relief flickers through him when he sees Rob preparing to leave. Another lord steps up beside the Stark.
“Princess Y/N,” Rob says regretfully, “I’m afraid I must leave you for a moment. My father wishes to speak with me. Will I have a chance to see you again later?”
His warm brown eyes hold yours. It takes you a moment to pull yourself fully back into the present.
“I can’t promise that,” you reply honestly. “You never know what the evening might bring.”
You can’t stop the small grin that follows. Rob mirrors it.
“Please—just call me Rob,” he says quietly, winking again. You think, not for the first time, that he is very good at flirting.
“And yes,” he adds lightly, “one never knows what the evening may bring. In any case, I’ll prepare my father to speak with you about your wedding plans.”
With that, he turns and rejoins the crowd.
You glance at Jace, amused. “You drink with men like that?”
He shrugs. “He’s entertaining. So yes.”
Suddenly, you feel a hand at your lower back—light, almost imperceptible. Startled, you turn your head and find Aemond standing close, his presence unmistakable. His voice reaches your ear in a soft murmur.
“My love.”
You smile instantly, Rob already fading from your thoughts.
Aemond inclines his head toward your brothers. “Nephews.”
Jace raises his cup. “Uncle,” he replies before taking a deep drink.
Then Jace turns to you. “We’re going to dance. The ladies must be impressed.”
He gives your arm a light stroke before walking away with Luke, leaving you alone with Aemond.
You glance up at him. “It seemed I had found a willing lord,” you say with a faint smirk.
“Mmm,” Aemond murmurs. “All I saw was a lord walking away.”
His fingers trail slowly over the fabric of your dress at your lower back, and you suddenly find it difficult to focus.
“So,” you manage, “you were watching me?”
He chuckles. “How about we leave this ridiculous ball and return to our new ritual—wine in the garden?”
You bite your lower lip and nod. Aemond struggles not to stare at your mouth, but eventually he leads you through the crowd.
From across the hall, Rob watches you go, a faint sadness settling in his chest as he sees you leave on the arm of a Targaryen.
On the way out, Aemond once again manages to intercept a wine bottle from a passing servant. You press close to his side as you move through the dim corridor, resting your head against his shoulder. It is nearly your favorite position.
Aemond presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
When you reach your familiar place near the garden, you remember your father’s words. Before Aemond can sit, you tug him farther into the greenery.
He looks at you, puzzled. “Where are we going?”
You smile. “It seems wiser not to sit somewhere we can be seen. Our hair shines like fire in the night.”
He grins. “And what is it you wish to do with me that no one may see?”
You blush and press your face further into his upper arm. He chuckles softly and kisses your head again.
You settle on a bench deep within the garden, surrounded by tall trees and hedges. Aemond sits on the bench while you lower yourself cross-legged on the ground in front of him. You drink and talk—and as always, the more wine you consume, the looser your tongue becomes.
At some point, a thought forms that you cannot seem to keep to yourself.
“Have you ever made love with a woman?”
Aemond raises his brows. “Pardon me?”
You shrug. “You’re a man. You live in King’s Landing. It seems likely.”
He looks at you with faint amusement. “Yes. You’re right. And yes—I have.”
You nod, though discomfort lingers. You know the act is intimate, personal… yet you do not truly understand what it entails.
After a long sip of wine, you venture, “Aemond… what does it take for a woman and a man to love each other?”
The wine nearly ends up on the ground as he chokes.
“You must stop asking me things like that while I’m drinking,” he says once he recovers. “You will be the death of me.”
You remain silent, watching him.
Finally, he says, “That is something your future husband must tell you.”
You frown. “No. I want to hear it from you. I trust you.”
“No,” he says firmly. “That’s not happening.”
You give him a look—and then sigh. “All right.”
He narrows his eye suspiciously. You never give in this easily.
“Do you remember Driftmark?” you continue. “The night you claimed Vhagar?”
He nods. “That night is impossible to forget.”
“You told me you would make me your Queen,” you say softly. “That you would wed me one day.”
He meets your gaze, pain flickering briefly before he whispers, “Of course. I would still make you my Queen. Always.”
“So,” you ask gently, “you will be my future husband?”
He exhales slowly. “Y/N… I cannot explain this to you. It crosses a line.”
You nod slightly.
"Then show me."
His eye goes wide in shock. You look at him sadly and put a hand on his thigh, "Please Aemond. I trust you. It makes me uncomfortable, but I don't know what it means when a woman and man make love and I trust you completely. I trust you so much that you could show me."
Aemond looks at you. He puts his hand on your hand, "Okay. I'll show you one thing. One thing about how this whole act can start. That's it."
You just nod. Aemond visibly swallows. He takes your hand and draws you onto your knees between his legs. His grip on your hip is firm, grounding. His other hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw. You close your eyes as his touch deepens. He spreads his legs and pulls you more between them.
Your faces are only a few inches apart. You feel his warm breath on your skin. You notice, although nothing has happened yet, how the arousal between your legs is making itself felt. His other hand finds its place on your face. He holds your cheek in his hand, gently stroking your jaw. You lean into that touch and close your eyes, while his thumb moves slowly to your lips, caressing it gently.
Slowly he leans forward. His warm breath tickles your sensitive skin under your ear – a gasp from you follows. Tenderly he kisses the sensitive spot. Playing with his tongue and lips, kissing down your neck until he reaches your nape.
You moan softly as your hands come to rest on his thighs, your fingers tightening as you seek something steady to hold on to. Aemond reacts immediately to the touch, his breath growing heavier, more uneven, and you can hear it clearly in the quiet space between you. Soon, his lips find your neck, and a shiver runs down your spine at the very first kiss. One after another, he presses gentle kisses to your skin, unhurried and deliberate, each one lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken.
Your breathing grows heavier as well, and instinctively you try to press yourself closer to Aemond. You release your grip on his thighs and slide your arms around his middle instead, holding him there as if you might drift away otherwise. He responds at once, drawing you closer with both hands, anchoring you firmly against him.
His kisses deepen, becoming more insistent, and you feel his warm, uneven breaths against your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin. Slowly, deliberately, he works his way downward, his lips tracing a path toward your cleavage. Just before he reaches your breasts, he pauses briefly until he lowers his head and you notice how his tongue glides on your sensitive skin and tastes you.
He starts kissing your cleavage and with each tender kiss you notice how greedy they become. His one hand moves from your hip up to your breast, gripping, massaging it through the dress and you can't help but moan again. You gasp as you feel his tongue at the base of your breasts. He indulges you with the interplay of his lips and his tongue. You can no longer suppress your next moan—every sound you make spurs Aemond on.
You try to find release and begin to move rhythmically against Aemond as if automatically. You feel a fire building inside you. Your arousal between your legs feels as if it has soaked your entire underwear. Your hand now slides up his neck, gripping him and try to push him further into your cleavage while you whimper.
Your head is thrown back lustfully to give Aemond better access to your cleavage. As suddenly Aemond's kisses become softer and slower again. Until he's just breathing heavily against your cleavage. His hot faltering breath triggers a tingling inside you that you feel throughout your body.
As he slowly lifts his head, he stops just short of your lips, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin. The pause is unbearable. An impatient, breathless whimper slips from you before you can stop it.
He chuckles softly at the sound, the corner of his mouth lifting as his thumb traces your lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion.
“We should stop now,” he murmurs, though his touch betrays how difficult that resolve truly is.
A quiet, almost broken “No…” escapes you, your voice trembling with want.
“Please don’t stop, Aemond,” you gasp.
He looks into your eyes, and the intensity of his gaze steals your breath. There is no mistaking what burns there—raw desire, barely restrained. You know it would take very little, just the slightest push, for him to abandon control entirely. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you hesitate for only a heartbeat longer.
Then you move closer, pressing your body fully against his, as if drawn by instinct alone. You lift your hands to his face, cradling it gently, and in response his arms come around you automatically, holding you as though he cannot help himself.
You meet his gaze again, searching his eye as you whisper, your voice soft but certain,
“Please, Aemond. No matter how wrong it may seem… it doesn’t feel wrong at all.”
That's it.
Aemond reaches into your neck to hold you as he leans forward, wild kisses follows. His lips are hot against yours, as he growls into your mouth and again it vibrates through your whole body. Aemond seems to want to lift you with his hands and without words you understand his intention.
As if by magic, you climb onto his lap. Your arms are wrapped around his neck. Aemond holds you tightly in his arms. As you sit on him, you feel something you have never felt before. You feel him hard beneath you, you don't know exactly what it is, but it feels so good and you can't help but grind against him rhythmically with your core. With every movement you feel his breathing getting heavier, how greedily he kisses you and you like it. Aemond guides you with his hand on your hip.
He briefly breaks the kiss and leans slightly back, your purple Targaryen eyes meet. His lips are slightly parted and swollen red from all the kissing. You feel his breath and you can't stop pressing against him, you want to feel more. He keeps his gaze fixed on your eyes as he takes one of his hands and slowly runs it up your leg – under your skirt towards your thigh.
Your rhythmic movements don't let up for a second. At this moment, your eyes are locked on each other and a gasp escapes him. His fingers leave gentle movements on your bare thigh, grabbing you as they get closer and closer to your core, and with every inch your breathing becomes heavier, your desire almost unbearable. You long for nothing more than to finally experience release, and you moan, an "Aemond..." escaping your lips. A simple, deep "Mhhm..." is your answer.
The way you moan his name is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. His long fingers are suddenly pressed against your slick centre. You feel him run his fingers over your smallclothes, which causes your eyes to flutter close and you moan again. Aemond leans forward and kisses your neck passionately, but it was his fingers that managed to make you push further into him. Gently, he pushes the completely soaked fabric aside and lets his fingers run through your wet folds. He chuckles softly into your neck as you squeal softly, "Mhmm... you are so wet for me".
You can't help but let out a startled sigh. You never thought such an insignificant sentence could arouse you so much. Not for a moment do his fingers stop their gentle caresses along your folds. They smear your wetness along your folds until he suddenly pauses at your clit and applies pressure with light circular movements. Like a prayer, you whisper his name. Your hips continue to move rhythmically towards his hand, seeking more friction.
Suddenly you feel a strange sensation, like a burning, in your lower belly. It confuses you, but you can't really stop pressing towards his hand.
As the burning becomes more intense, you gasp, "Aem... Aemond... something is not right. I can... can feel, something".
But he just continues to kiss you, "It's all right, my love... I got you. Enjoy it." And with one last circular movement against your clit, it happens.
You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. With your eyes squeezed shut, you throw your head back and moan his name. You can't help but grab his hair, and he simply enjoys your climax, gently covering your cleavage with kisses. The feeling is indescribable for you as your walls flutter around nothing and the warmth spreads through your body. As you slowly calm down, you look at him and breathe heavily.
He smirks softly. “Have I shown you enough?”
You can only nod, smiling breathlessly. Before you can say anything else, he kisses you again—slow, deep, and full of intent. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his eye closed as he exhales, still catching his breath too.
You look at him, your hands lingering at the back of his neck, your chest rising and falling. “What was that, Aemond?” you ask quietly.
He opens his eye and meets your gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting in a knowing smirk. “That, my love,” he murmurs, “is why a man and a woman sleep together. You have just experienced a climax.“
You bite your lower lip. "Why do you ever stop when it's so beautiful?" you ask him. He laughs, "Because you can't make love all the time."
You look at him almost pouting, "Why not?"
He laughs again and strokes your cheek, "Now I've awakened the desire in you, haven't I? Besides, it happens that women get pregnant from it. That's when you're forced to take breaks."
You look at him, startled, "I can get pregnant from your fingers?"
He shakes his head with a grin, "No, my Love, don't worry. That's the next step we'll save for later."
You smile at him, warmth blooming in your chest. Your hands tighten slightly at his neck as you pull him back toward you, kissing him once more with renewed eagerness. After a while, you break the kiss yourself, though reluctantly.
Again, he leans his forehead against yours. “I should escort you to your chambers,” he says gently.
You nod, then lean closer and whisper, almost shyly, “So… you’ll show me something else sometime?”
He chuckles softly, his breath brushing your skin. “We’ll see.”
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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 6
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: none
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 4.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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You enjoy his warmth and press his arm tightly against you. You have noticed that your touch has eased Aemond's tension and you like the thought of having such an effect on him.
You lean your head gently against his shoulder as you walk down the corridor, softly hearing him chuckle. With Aemond, spending time in complete silence was not uncomfortable. You do not need to exchange many words to understand each other.
After a while you reach your "secret" tree and sit down next to each other on the bench, so close that your thighs almost touch. Aemond doesn't wait long and opens the wine bottle. "I didn't think of the cups," he looks at you apologetically. "I don't need one," you take the bottle from him and take a big gulp. He laughs as you choke and cough.
Silence reigns between you again as Aemond looks at you and says, "You know, when you left back then, after the Driftmark incident, that was a really hard time for me," he takes a deep breath and fixes his gaze on a point in the distance. "Aemond... I...", "No Y/N, I have to tell you this. And I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to tell you if I don't tell you now…. I know…“, he stops in mid-sentence and that is unusual for him,“… I know you couldn't help it when your parents left with you, but it was still hard for me.".
You look at him worriedly, he continues, "After the accident, I needed someone. Someone to be by my side. I would have needed you by my side.“ he exhales sharply, “… Until then, I was used to having at least you by my side. No matter whether I had trouble with my brother or with your brothers," he smiles sadly for a moment, "or whether it was about something else in this terrible world,“ He looks at you, “… I could count on you... And then, after they took my eye... It wasn't the only thing taken from me that night," he pauses for a moment and looks into the distance again. "Yes, I got Vhagar in return. But... it wasn't worth it." He looks at you again, but this time with a watery eye, his jaw tense.
You cannot answer him. You dare not interrupt him. You feel he needs to let it all out for once. If not with you, where else could he do it. Yet his sudden openness overwhelms you. In the short time you have spent together over the last few days, he has never been so honest with you. Your eyes fill with tears and you bite your lower lip.
Aemond hangs his head, his hands resting on the bench beside him, his gaze fixed on the ground. "It was almost worst for me when I got older. I felt more and more insecure. My face seemed to scare everyone...“ his sobbing that you hear is so quiet that you are almost not sure if it was a sob. Your heart aches, you want to touch him, to soothe him, but you don't dare. “… No one said it directly to my face, but I heard them whispering. They called me the monster of the Red Keep. No Lady dared to look at my face for more than a brief moment," he took another deep breath, "of course Aegon is not innocent of my bad treatment either. He was always fuelling the rumours among the servants, always reminding me that I was indeed a monster. That I was not worthy of being loved. That no woman could ever love me except our mother because she had to. Not to mention that no woman would ever want to share a bed with me."
That was too much. Your heart broke. You've never really liked Aegon, but even you wouldn't have expected that from Aegon. Single tears ran down your cheeks. "I feel like I'll never be enough. Not for anyone. And... I've missed you so much, Y/N. All the time. I've wanted nothing more than to see you. I feel like the people I care about end up leaving me." Aemond lifts his head and slowly looks over at you. His eye is red from the tears he has hidden from you. As he looks at you he sees that you are no different, "No my Love, please don't cry," you ignore him and turn in his direction and place your hand on top of his.
"Aemond.... I am so sorry. I can't put it into words. I'm so sorry that you had to suffer like this. That I couldn't be there for you, that my parents took away my chance to sit by your bedside day after day after the accident," you sob briefly, "But what I do know is that I missed you. Every single day. When I was stuck on Dragonstone without being able to say goodbye to you, it broke my heart. But I can tell you that I will never leave you again," you bite your lower lip again.
Aemond also turns a little in your direction and gently wipes the tears from your face with one hand. You stay like that for a while. You and Aemond sob quietly, he holds your face gently in his hand and strokes your cheek.
When you laugh softly, "What a lovely evening. Now we sit here, under our 'secret' tree and cry"
He too laughs briefly. None of you dares to disturb the beautiful silence. Your gaze is fixed on Aemond's face. He is looking at the ground. You absorb every detail of his face. His beautiful eye, which shines so beautifully purple. His high cheekbones, his perfect jawline. Even his nose, which would be too big for many, is perfect for you. Everything about him is naturally beautiful.
After a while you break the silence, "Aemond.... I want to see all of you"
He looks at you motionless. He knows immediately what you mean, but suddenly a feeling of fear flows through him and he stiffens. Too often he has frightened women with this sight, his uncovered eye. He would not bear it if you looked at him with disgust, if not with fear. He is a strong man who can bear many things, but that would be the end of him if you saw his eye and turned away from him.
You gently let your fingers caress his hand, which is lying on the bench again. He breathes in and out deeply, wanting to try something he's never done before, wanting to trust someone. He wants to trust you. After all, you are the one, the only one with whom he doesn't have to act cold, with whom he can express his feelings and sensations without exposing himself to the risk of you despising or laughing at him. This eye patch hides all the insecurities that he must never show to anyone. With you, he wouldn't need that eye patch. With you, he doesn't have to be constantly prepared for the worst.
He hesitates for a moment as he carefully pulls his hand from under yours and lets it wander to his covered eye. You watch every little movement. He feels the leather over his eye, the feeling of fear spreading through his chest, making it hard to breathe. His other hand comes to support him and grips the leather strap. Slowly he lowers his head as he removes the eye patch. He is breathing heavily, his hands now on his thighs, the eyepatch in his hands. He has taken off the eye patch, but he does not dare to look up.
You give him a moment and wait until his breathing has calmed down. Carefully you let your hand wander to his face. Gently you touch him under the chin and lift his head. His right eye is closed, he does not dare to see your first reaction. As your gaze falls on his scar and his left eye, you inhale sharply. Amond's jaw immediately stiffens, the old familiar feeling of someone being disgusted with him spreading through him. But then you carefully glide your thumb over the lower part of his scar. There it was. The face you could look at and caress day and night. Not a piece of leather to hide him and his insecurities. A "so beautiful" escapes you as your gaze falls on the sapphire sitting in his eye socket. A gemstone replacing the eye he lost the night his life took a tragic turn.
Slowly, Aemond opens his eye and watches you and your expression closely. And he is relieved that for the first time someone sees his whole face and does not walk away in disgust. Your hand is still on his face, gently caressing his scar. You cannot take your eyes off the sapphire. Without really noticing it, you slide closer to him so that you can reach him better. You are in a trance, "A sapphire," you whisper. Aemond nods slowly. "Like in my necklace," your other hand moves to your necklace. "As in your necklace," Aemond replies quietly, his hand also slowly moving to your necklace and touching it. Hesitantly, he strokes your sapphire. When your hands touch at your necklace, Aemond pauses for a moment, but then takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your touching hands slide slowly downwards.
At last you can take your gaze off the sapphire and look him in the eye, your faces only inches apart. Your other hand is still on his face and you caress him. Your gaze falls from his eye to his slightly parted lips. You swallow visibly. As if of your own accord, you bend further in his direction. You can feel his breath, it is quick and shallow. Aemond makes no move to stop you as you move closer, tilting your head slightly to one side. His free hand drags itself over your bare shoulder, towards the back of your neck. Gently he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and he leads you further in his direction. You close your eyes and feel your lips touch. You feel his soft lips on yours. It seems to you that you cannot stand this incredible feeling. You need more. You push yourself further into the kiss, as if by magic you let your tongue slide into his mouth, as you deepen the kiss you moan softly. It just feels right, like your lips were made for exchanging passionate kisses.
You take your hand, still on his face, and put your arm around his neck, your hand reaching into his hair to hold him and feel him even closer. Aemond chuckles softly at your greedy behaviour. But he also needs to feel you closer. He releases his hand from yours and places it on your back to hold you close.
Meanwhile, your parents are still sitting in the hall. Your brothers have seized the opportunity and are celebrating exuberantly. They drink wine and Jace can show off his dancing skills. Much to the delight of the Ladies present.
Daemon, who is watching his stepsons from a distance, has noticed for a while that Rhaenyra is visibly restless sitting next to him. She slides back and forth on her chair. At first he didn't take it seriously, who likes to sit at the head table at a party like this?
But nevertheless he notices that she seems to be getting more and more nervous, "Is everything okay with you?" he looks at her worriedly. "Yeah... I guess. I don't know. You'll think I'm stupid if I tell you that"
He looks at her with raised eyebrows, "...when do I ever not think you're stupid?", she gives him a startled look and punches him in the arm. He gives a short laugh, "Go on tell me what's bothering you"
She sighs and replies, "Don't laugh. But when Y/N was walking down the hall with Aemond... They seemed very familiar. And they've been gone for quite a while now. I'm worried, and I must confess I don't like her being alone with him"
Daemon nods thoughtfully, "Yes, okay, I understand your concerns. But I think they're just walking around somewhere talking. There's nothing to worry about there"
He can see that doesn't reassure Rhaenyra, "But if we're a bit lucky, she takes after her mother more than her father."
Rhaenyra's eyes widen, "Daemon, that's not even a little bit funny." Daemon laughs, "Oh come on, did it hurt you to have a little fun?"
Rhaenyra gives him a warning look, "Only that I was forced to marry Laenor... Daemon you need to check on her"
Daemon frowns, "No I won't… There are probably things happening that I don't want to see." She looks at him in shock, "Daemon I'm serious.".
"Yeah, me too"
"Please Daemon... It would really calm me down to know that they are just talking somewhere." Rhaenyra puts her hand on his lower arm. Daemon exhales annoyed, "I'll never ask again when you seem worried" Daemon stands up and Rhaenyra returns a quiet thank you with a smile on her lips.
He is not at all thrilled that he now has to look for you. Your relationship is not based on him having to look for you to see if you behave. Daemon doesn't trust many people, but you are his daughter and your relationship is largely based on trust. Just as he trusts you, you trust him and he enjoys that. It makes him happy in a way that you don't have to keep secrets from him. But after searching numerous corners of the Red Keep, including your chambers, and not finding you, he is no longer quite so sure whether it is better to trust you or to know where you are.
Finally, he makes his way to the garden. He walks through the corridor adjoining the garden and looks through the windows facing the garden. He tries to see something in the darkness that looks like your silver hair.
That's when he sees you. Although it is pitch black, your hair literally glows. He sees you sitting on a bench in the distance, your back turned to him. But he doesn't hear any of the conversations or giggles that usually surround you. Until he notices.
Although he sees you from a distance, he sees exactly how Aemond kisses you, how his hands are wrapped around your body and how you give yourself completely to this touch. His little daughter. Daemon is seething with anger. It is quite different to see this scene than to joke about it. Just as he is about to storm off to crush Aemond's skull, it dawns on him.
You really take after your mother.
Disbelieving, he stands in the dark corridor for a short time. His hand covers his forehead, he has to think. Here you are, a young woman, in the arms of the man you have known and loved since childhood. You surrender to the touch of the man you love, your uncle. Just like your mother did, only she was not allowed to savour this love from the beginning. And the gods know how much suffering that brought for many people. He rubs his eyes, still thinking.
Only he can't quite understand why you fancy the One-Eyed Prince. But fortunately that's not for him to decide. He calmed down and breathed in and out a few times. He knows you and your temperament only too well. If he storms out now and exposes you or crushes Aemond's skull, he would provoke a war and it would most likely cost him his daughter. He looks over at you and sighs. Slowly he walks towards the garden.
Reluctantly, you release yourself from the kiss. Your lips are slightly swollen and reddened. Your breathing is heavy, almost halting. Your hand is still firmly in his soft hair. You look into his eye, pure lust is reflected in his eyes and he swallows hard. You desperately try to breathe in the air you need to continue, you can't think of stopping kissing him now.
Aemond gently caresses your cheek, only now you realise that he too is breathing heavily. He leans back a little, "Perhaps we should take a short break"
You look almost pouty, "No.. Why?", Aemond chuckles at the look on your face.
"Well you two...", you only now notice the approaching footsteps and hear your father's voice.
In a flash you break free from Aemond's embrace. You turn in his direction as Aemond stiffens beside you, "Oh wow, fancy eye." Aemond immediately lowers his head and you hiss at your father, "Dad! Stop it!"
Daemon smiles in your direction, "It's alright, I won't bother you for long at all. Your mother sent me. She wants me to see if everything is alright." You look at him irritated, "Why would anything be wrong?"
He shrugs, "Yes, as I can see, everything is fine. I guess I'll tell her that," you look at him, still irritated. "Okay?" you reply simply.
He nods and slowly turns away from you. As he leaves he says, "And don't worry, I won't tell her about that kiss".
Your eyes widen immediately and Aemond's head goes up. That was exactly the reaction Daemon wanted to see. He wants you to think twice about taking another step. Actually, he doesn't believe in the principle of judging a woman by whether she's a virgin, but he wants you to be comfortable with it and think twice about who you want to experience it with. And that's the only time Daemon hopes you won't take after your mother or father and that this shock will be enough for you to consider whether you want to have this experience with the One-Eyed Prince. After all, you are his daughter and if he has his way, you always deserve better. But somehow his feeling tells him that it won't do any good.
When your father is out of sight, Aemond can't hold it in any longer, "Did he just say kiss?", he looks at you from the side. You can only nod.
"Then why did he act so... relaxed?"
You shrug your shoulders, "I'm not entirely sure. Whenever a Lord expresses interest in me, he doesn't react so relaxed...", an "Ooh..." escapes you.
"Perhaps because, I'm supposed to choose my own husband and it didn't seem like you were forcing me to do anything....", as it dawned on you, you squint your eyes.
"Husband, mhm?", Aemond smirks at you. Aemond notices how uncomfortable this makes you. He puts his hand on your thigh, "Well yes, to an outsider it probably looked like you were forcing me. The way you threw yourself at me", he smirks at you.
"You wish!" you scoff at him. You laugh together.
Aemond thinks for a moment, "Yes, but when I think about it, in a way you're right. The thought is nice that there is a woman who wants to share the bed with me".
You take his hand, which is resting on your thigh, "Please don't listen to the stupid things your brother spreads. I bet there is not one woman who has ever willingly climbed into his bed," Aemond smiles at you. You sit under your tree for a while without anyone breaking the silence. Eventually you realise that you are quite tired, "It's quite late, will you take me to my chambers?", you ask him, with a slight smile on your lips. "Of course, my princess," Aemond replies.
Before you leave, Aemond carefully puts his eye patch back on. He can show himself in front of you, but he wouldn't wander through the corridors without protection.
As you walk through the corridors, you are pressed close to his side. You are slowly getting used to being so close to him, and Aemond, too, does not want to miss your closeness at any moment you spend together. Suddenly an idea comes to you, "Tomorrow night is another stupid ball, isn't it?" You smile at him, "How about you pick me up at my chambers and we can go there together?“
Aemond looks at you in surprise, "Together? Well, that would give people even more to talk about... But you wouldn't be late for the ball either." You grin at him, "So that's a yes?", Aemond smiles and nods.
It's very unusual for him, but it makes him feel warm that someone is so happy to spend time with him.
When you find yourselves at your door, no one dares to ask if you want to spend the night together. The fear of Daemon suddenly standing in your chamber and Aemond being at the dark sister's blade is too great.
You shyly look up into his face. He smiles lightly at you, "Good night my princess," carefully he takes your hand and kisses the back of your hand first as he turns your hand and leaves a light kiss on your inner wrist. You bite down on your bottom lip and this view drives Aemond wild.
"Good night Aemond," you say softly. Aemond grins at you. Slowly he lets your hand slide down, turns and walks towards his chamber.
"Aemond wait!" it suddenly occurs to you. Aemond turns again and comes back. You walk into your chambers, Aemond not daring to follow you, he waits outside your open door, "What's wrong Y/N?" he calls after you.
As you reappear in the doorway, smiling you hold out his vest to him. He has to grin, "am I supposed to just walk through the Red Keep with my vest in my hand now?"
"Why not?" you ask.
"Mhm, no. Keep that. You'll certainly need something to sleep in tonight," he winks at you. You smile at him. He gently strokes your cheek and this time really goes to his chambers.
On the way to his room, Aemond is still high from the evening. He couldn't be happier at this moment.
But this feeling did not last long.
When you come for breakfast in the morning, Aemond is usually already training. So it is on this morning as well.
As he moves away from the breakfast table, a couple of servants are standing in a corner, they don't hear him coming. They were talking animatedly and he could hear exactly what they were saying, "Did you hear about yesterday? With Prince Aemond? The monster from the Red Keep actually managed to get a Lady to endure his proximity." Another replied, "No, not just a Lady! Even a princess. Princess Y/N is said to have been close to him"
"Are you sure?" the first asks again, "Yet she is so beautiful. She could really do better... Than with that monster", everyone in the round giggles.
"Yeah who knows what she'll get in return," another giggle follows. Seeing that Aemond is near them, the servants quickly disperse and go back to their work. And now the all too familiar feeling makes its way through him. Every day anew he has to fight his own thoughts. Just when he dares to feel good, he is reminded again that it will never just be good for him. How can he think he deserves such happiness. You certainly felt compelled to kiss him yesterday. All his previous chatter must have befuddled you, you were certainly not in your right mind. He must apologise to you afterwards. He must promise you that it won't happen again.
The training went sluggishly and he did not do well. Ser Criston, who has become his constant fighting partner, has hit him a few times now with the morning star on the shield. Aemond groans as he is once again brought to his knees by Ser Criston.
He kneels in the dirt, the next shield destroyed in his hand. Enraged, he throws the remains into the nearest corner. "Prince Aemond, what is the matter with you today? Normally I hardly come near you and today you willingly kneel before me several times already"
Aemond just shakes his head slightly, "I don't know, I'm distracted"
Ser Criston looks at him closely, "Perhapse we have trained enough for today? It's getting into the afternoon by now and you'll want to change for tonight," Aemond just nods.
Aemond is not really close to anyone, but with Ser Criston he has a sort of connection. Not really any kind of closeness, but Aemond trusts him. What he didn't know is that in the meantime you stood up on the balcony for a short while watching him and you saw that something was troubling him. You don't know exactly what's going on, but it hurts you. You don't want him to feel so bad.
Later you wait impatiently for Aemond to show up. This time you have finished much too early. Somehow you are excited. You have tried on several different dresses and as a result, half the contents of your wardrobe are lying on your bed. You walk up and down in your chamber, rubbing your palms against each other. And just when you are almost convinced that Aemond will not come and you will have to go to the hall alone, you hear a light knock on your door. You hurry to your door and as you open it, you can't help grinning.
Aemond is standing in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back. His long silver hair falls slightly over his shoulder. He is handsome as ever. You think back to when he was lying topless in your bed and you notice that even through his leather waistcoat you can see how slim, yet muscular, he is. Suddenly the thought occurs to you that the idea of staying in your chambers with him excites you much more than going to the stupid ball.
"Aemond," you whisper.
"Wow... you look... really beautiful," it escapes him. You bite your lower lip. Before Aemond can be too distracted by this sight, he continues, "Y/N, About yesterday. I'm really sorry that I just kissed you yesterday. That was inappropriate. I promise it will be..." after making sure no one is around, you take a step towards him and kiss him passionately.
Again you reach up and grab the back of his neck to press him closer to you. Aemond is reluctant at first, but can't contain himself for long when he notices you nestling against his body. The deep moan that seems to come directly from his chest vibrates through your whole body. As you part out of breath from the kiss, you look up into his eyes, "I'm not sorry," you whisper.
He smiles at you. "I thought it was very nice," and again you bite your lip. Seeing you like this drives him mad and the thought of just taking you here and now occurs to him. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eye. Only you manage to dispel his misgivings and fears in no time.
"And besides, you shouldn't let Aegon or anyone else play with your mind like that," you break away from him, followed by a silent protest from Aemond, "after all, I know at least one woman who would share a bed with you." Grinning, you turn away from him and continue walking as Aemond looks after you, amused. He realises that you'll be in bed with him at some point, and it won't be for sleeping or cuddling. Or at least not just for that.
He catches you up quickly and holds out his arm, which you are only too happy to accept.
Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 5
Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)
Author’s note: Hello you! (:
This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.
The events are not entirely similar from the series.
English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 4k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15
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On the way back to the garden, to your "secret" tree, you kept laughing uncontrollably.
Why? Only the gods know. When you finally arrived, you made yourselves comfortable. You sit down on a bench, Aemond sits cross-legged on the ground opposite you. You just talk, or rather Aemond talks. The more wine you drink, the more often you have to turn your attention back to your conversation.
Again and again you notice how you lose yourself in his eye. Or how you just stare at his lips. Aemond would have noticed if he hadn't drunk at least as much wine as you. So you sit in the garden, in your old "secret" place, while Aemond tells you one story after another about old Valyria and you stare at Aemond, lost in thought.
After a while, when Aemond has also fallen silent, you feel the urge to go to your chambers. But not alone, you don't want your time with Aemond to be over already. Thanks to your intoxicated state, you come up with an idea.
"Aemond?"
"Mhm?", Aemond smiles slightly.
"Will you take me to my chambers?", Aemond responds visibly glum to your question. But dutifully he agrees, "Of course Y/N."
You slowly stand up and smooth your dress back down. Aemond trudges on slowly, but you don't move.
When he notices this and turns to you, he looks at you questioningly, "Your chambers is this way?"
"I know very well where my chambers is," he looks at you in confusion, "but will you not escort a lady to her chambers in a proper manner?"
Aemond, still visibly confused, stops in his tracks and looks at you questioningly. You sigh and walk towards him, without hesitation you take his arm and hook it, "And here I was thinking you were the smarter of the two of us"
Calmly you walk to your chambers. In between, unpleasant thoughts cross Aemond's mind. Your sudden wish for him to accompany you to your chambers awakens in him the fear that he is boring you. Little did he know that up to now he has never bored you in the slightest. Caught up in his thoughts, Aemond doesn't notice how hard you press against his arm to be as close to him as possible.
As you reach your chambers, you disengage yourself from his arm and open your door. You turn to Aemond and smile at him. He can't help but return your smile. Just as he was about to say goodbye to you, you look right and left down the corridor to see if anyone is around. Aemond, noticing your sudden circumspection, looks at you questioningly. When you are sure that no one is around, you pull Aemond into your chambers without warning.
Aemond doesn't know what's happening to him and looks at you in shock, "Y/N, what are we doing here?". You carefully close the door and lock it from the inside, Aemond still looks in shock in your direction.
"I don't want our evening to end now, but I didn't want to sit in the garden anymore either," you pout. Aemond laughs and is visibly relieved, "You could have just asked me to spend time with you in your chambers. Instead of practically coercing me," he winks at you. "And you would have come?" you ask incredulously. "Well I'm standing in your chambers right now and I haven't left it yet, so chances are good."
You smile at him, "Come, tell me another story by the fire," Aemond has never been happier as you approach him and reach for his hand to pull him along.
As Aemond sits down on the couch by the fire, you make your way to the small table that sits in a corner of your chambers to get you more wine. You enjoy your wine by the fire while Aemond enraptures you with his stories. Dazed by the wine and the late hour, you yawn more and more often as you suddenly stand up and Aemond looks after you.
You stand in front of him and look at him cheekily, "Aemond? Give me your vest," Aemond chokes on his wine and a " Pardon me?" slips out. You smile at him, "I want to sleep in your vest tonight." As you speak, your hand wanders to the first gold buckle of your dress and you undo it.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" Your hand, watched closely by Aemond, stays in place. "I want to lie in bed and while I lie in bed I want to wear your vest. And you shall lie in bed with me."
For what feels like an eternity you just look at each other. Slowly you turn and walk to your room divider. Aemond gets up from the couch in a flash, "Y/N.... we should..."
You turn to Aemond, your hand already on the second buckle of your dress. Aemond hesitates. There is nothing he would rather do than lie in this bed with you, but he doesn't want to trample your virtue either. "Aemond, I only want to lie in my bed with you. Please don't go" Aemond closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "Okay, I'll stay"
You grin at him, "But I need your vest. Because otherwise I'd have to be naked in bed with you"
He gives you a warning look, "If I give you my vest I won't have anything to cover my chest. And by the way, where are your nightgowns?"
"They're all at the cleaners."
"Oh, you are a shameless liar, you arrived yesterday"
You grin even wider, "No I'm not."
Aemond, realising that it is pointless to argue with you in this state, sighs and begins to undo his leather waistcoat. Cheerfully, you turn back around and continue your way to the room divider. "Do you know this is the second time you've made me do something today?" says Aemond as he puts his leather waistcoat over a chair and begins to unbutton his vest at the neck. "Actually, you're just saving me from having to sleep naked," your dress falls quietly to the floor and you stand there in just your light underwear. Aemond chuckles, "If your father knew I was in bed with you, we'd have a big problem. And by the way, I like my head on my shoulders."
"Then it's better if we don't tell him that. Have you finished undressing? I'm getting a bit cold". You are standing behind your room divider, arms wrapped around your torso, when suddenly the vest lands on the room divider. You take it and smile. You feel so stupid, but you have to smell it for a moment. As you press your nose into the vest, you smell only the delicate scent of Aemond, you chuckle.
"Are you done yet? I'm getting a bit cold."
Nice try... he's trying to tease you with your own cheeky sentences. You quickly put on the much too large vest and peek out from behind the room divider.
And there he is, Aemond, lying in your bed. He is shirtless and you realise that you have never seen anything more beautiful. He looks out of the window and in the dim candlelight he looks almost godlike. Your gaze falls on his muscular shoulders and perfect chest. His hands are folded at his crotch as your gaze falls on his hands. You swallow hard. And suddenly you are no longer so self-confident. You look at him, your hands clasped in front of you, while Aemond turns his gaze to you. You look at each other for a moment and as if sensing your sudden insecurity, he holds out his hand to you and whispers, "Come here." You smile shyly.
Slowly you walk over to your bed and climb into bed with him. You have never been in bed with a man before. And suddenly you realise that you don't know how to lie in bed with a man. And that makes you even more nervous. But Aemond takes that nervousness away from you. As you lie down next to him and crawl under your covers, he naturally lifts his arm so that you can crawl to his side. You gladly accept this invitation.
You lie there in silence for what feels like an eternity, just listening to his breathing. Aemond is lying over the blanket and still has his trousers on. Your head rests on his chest and you inhale his wonderful scent. One of his arms is around your body, holding you close to his side. His other arm is folded behind his head. Suddenly you feel a desire.
"Aemond?" he looks at you lightly from the side, "mhm?"
"Touch me," without knowing what you are doing to him, he groans, "What?!" he looks at you, startled, but you don't look at him.
"Stroke me Aemond". Aemond, who is now a little more reassured that you didn't mean "touching", isn't sure how long he can resist the temptation to just kiss you and let it get to the point where he is the first man to make love to you.
He swallows hard and looks over at you and sees you looking at him with sad eyes, almost pleading and a soft whisper of "please" leaving your lips. His jaw tightens and he takes a deep breath. You have almost resigned yourself to the fact that he is just holding you tonight, but then you suddenly notice how his fingers run along your side and slowly glide over your body.
At first he moves very stiffly, but over time his touches become more and more gentle. You snuggle up even closer to his side. Your hand, which lies next to your face on his naked chest, takes up the movement as if by itself and you gently caress his chest. You simply enjoy lying in his arms like this. As he turns, you are afraid for a moment that he will loosen his embrace, but he turns a little further towards you and takes his other hand away from behind his head and places it on his chest to stroke your arm as well.
Aemond leans his head against yours and gives you a kiss on your hair. You smile, "Stay the night." You feel him smile into your hair, "But then I must leave your chambers early in the morning. If anyone sees me here..." "...My father will separate your head from your shoulders, I know," he chuckles into your hair, leaving another kiss there. "I'll stay," Aemond replies softly. You just answer him with a smile that he doesn't see. Slowly your eyes fall closed and you fall asleep in Aemond's arms.
Aemond slowly wakes up. Something is different, something feels strange. He feels something on his chest and on his arm and it is moving. When he opens his eyes and sees the silver hair lying on his chest, he remembers... You are still in his arms. He smiles and realises that he has never slept so well. He still smiles slightly as he sees how pleased you look, if not happy. Aemond just watches you for a while, listening to your quiet breaths. Carefully he strokes your cheek and you crinkle your nose in response. As his eyes go to the window, he sees that dawn is approaching. An unfamiliar feeling of sadness spreads through him at the thought that he must leave now. He gently kisses your hair and inhales your scent, but you are oblivious to it all.
When he has carefully released himself from the embrace, he slides smoothly out of bed. Quietly, he walks through your chambers to retrieve his waistcoat as he turns back to the bed and realises you have his vest.
"Mhm...", he takes his waistcoat and pulls it over his bare chest. He will get his vest back later. Quietly he opens your door and he sticks his head through the half-opened door. He can't see anyone and so he slips out of your chambers into the corridor.
His thoughts keep drifting back to last evening. They were so unusual and yet so beautiful for him. He was never one to crave tenderness or togetherness with another person. Sure, in the past he had spent time with women. But mostly for one reason: to experience satisfaction. Even in those moments, he was unable to look them in the eye while he humped them. He always humped them hard from behind while they knelt on all fours in front of him. As soon as they tried to turn around, he lost his lust. He was not a friend of tenderness, but these women longed for him to be tender with them, but he saw no need for it. Though it was different the one time he was with a certain woman. Alys. He was almost ashamed to come out of your chambers thinking of Alys. He pushes those thoughts away. It's different with you. He enjoys every second with you, every tenderness that is exchanged. And what was new for him was that he couldn't stop caressing you. This simple touch, and without ever having made love to you, made him feel deeply satisfied.
He even finds your innocent manner sweet in a certain way. When you suddenly stood in front of him, so innocent, in just his vest, it makes him chuckle softly. He never found it seductive when an unplucked flower in the form of a pristine Lady stood before him wanting his attention. It's different with you...
Usually he prefers it when the woman knows what she wants. But when he saw you yesterday, so unaware of what it means to tell a man to touch you, he felt a different kind of arousal. And that's when he realised that he's never longed for a woman the way he's longed for you.
Slowly you open your eyes and immediately feel a kind of emptiness. Your gaze goes to the other side of the bed, but there is no Aemond lying there. You wonder if you have only dreamed the events of last night. But when you realise that you are wearing his vest, you smile and wrap your arms around your body to feel his vest as close as possible. After a while you sit up and see that the sun is already shining into your room - Aemond must have left your room some time ago. As you finish dressing, you set off for breakfast with your family.
But halfway there, your father and Jace meet you, "Would you like to train with us?" Jace asks you with a grin. "Now?" you reply, a little irritated, "Well, we're off."
You think for a moment as Jace and Daemon walk past you. Eventually you walk after them and Daemon smirks at you.
"Come on, Y/N, don't neglect your defence!" your father shouts at you as you get up from the ground with your face covered in dust. "If you had fought fair, this wouldn't have happened!" you shout back. You move in a circle, looking each other straight in the eye, your sword resting loosely but securely in your hand, your breathing heavy. "It's not fair on the battlefield either, you have to expect everything"
You mimic him.
"Maybe you should put Aemond out of your mind for a while so you can concentrate on fighting"
That's enough. Without warning, you let out a shout and run straight at him. You surprise him with it, but he quickly dodges to the side and rams his elbow into your ribs. You fall to your knees, gasping, because the punch has forced the air out of your lungs. You pause for a moment to catch your breath.
You notice that Daemon has turned away and is slowly moving away from you. This is your chance, you get up as quickly as you can and immediately go for him. Just as Daemon is about to turn towards you, the flat of your sword hits him hard on the back. He screams out and strikes back with his free hand to catch you, but you are quicker. Quickly you bend down and use the element of surprise to pull his legs away.
Daemon has fallen.
He is still trying to get up again. But you are already standing over him, visibly satisfied, and hold your blade to his neck. Breathing heavily, he looks up at you. "That wasn't fair," he gasps.
You look at him incredulously and reply with a simple, "You just have to expect everything, then it won't happen." He smirks at you, "Okay maybe that's enough for today".
You smile and help him up.
Aemond stood on the edge of the training ground most of the time watching you. He is impressed that you are facing Daemon like this. Even though he is your father, Daemon does not hold back when he fights with you. Yet you face him and that impresses Aemond. And not only do you fight him, you even manage to make him go down. He can't deny it, but that makes you even more seductive to him. Nor can he deny how it arouses him and makes his trousers tighter in the crotch. Suddenly he sees you looking straight at him.
Out of nowhere you see Aemond standing on the edge watching you. His arms are folded behind his back and he smiles at you. You are surprised to see him here now and cannot suppress a smile. Daemon notices this and he clears his throat. When you look at him, he has raised his eyebrows. Before you can be embarrassed, he says, "Well, go on over to him.“ You can only nod at your father. On the way to Aemond, you can't help it, your grin grows bigger.
"Aemond."
"Y/N," he replies with a smile. You stand in front of each other in silence for a moment as he lifts his hand and gently wipes some dust from your face. Your breath catches briefly. "So I'm distracting you while you're training?"
You look at him, puzzled.
"Well, your father said that if I wasn't in your head, you would be able to defend yourself better," blood rushes to your face and you stammer, "What...? no... it...", Aemond laughs. "He's just trying to embarrass me so I won't be able to successfully defend myself."
Aemond replies with a grin, "Mhm..."
"Nevertheless, you still have my vest. It's not like I could just take the vest off you this morning," your cheeks reddened even more at the thought. Aemond loves that sight.
"Then you'll have to take it with you next time," you say with a smile on your lips. "Oh, next time?" he replies. "Yes, next time. But for now I'm leaving. I have to take a bath before I can go to the festivities tonight. Will I see you there?"
He smiles at you, "Of course. How could I want to miss you."
"Okay, I'll see you later then." He gives you a slight nod and you make your way to your chambers.
Startled, you realise that you have been dawdling. The warm bath water has made you stay in the tub longer than you wanted to. But you look perfect. Before you leave your chambers, you look in the mirror. Your dress is not that different from yesterday's, except that today you have chosen a black one with dark red applications, your favourite combination. Your long hair is braided back into a light plait and a necklace with many precious stones hangs around your neck. But the necklace cascades like a waterfall and ends just above the base of your breasts with a lovely sapphire. With a quick step you make your way to the hall.
And just as you thought, the festivities were already in full swing. You make your way through the crowd to the main table. You greet your grandfather and Alicent, "We're a bit late today, aren't we?" King Viserys asks you. You smile at him, "I apologise, the warm bath water was too tempting". Your grandfather gives a short laugh, "Apology accepted". With a slight bow you move on to sit next to your father. You kiss him on the cheek, as you always do, in greeting. "Well, have you recovered from your fall?" you ask him, teasing him. All you get in reply is a raised eyebrow.
The evening drags on again. It is really no pleasure to sit in a hall where everyone can watch you, as if you were on display. But one look in particular catches your eye. Ever since you entered the hall, Aemond's gaze has been following you and when you notice that he stands up, you think of doing the same. You give your father a small smile and stand up from the table.
You see Aemond walk onto a nearby balcony. You follow him through the crowd and as you stand in the doorway to the balcony, you pause for a moment. The sun is just setting and Aemond seems to be watching the sunset. His hands rest on the railing and the whole scene seems so gentle, you don't really dare disturb it. After a few moments you slowly walk towards him. He tilts his head slightly to the side as you stand beside him. You look off into the distance and do as he does, watching the sunset.
"I haven't seen you dance yet," you break the silence. He looks at you, "I haven't seen you dance either," you have to smile briefly, "but nevertheless, dancing in a hall full of people is not so tempting for me." You slip out a quiet, "Oh."
He watches you, "Dancing is for Lords who have no idea how to make stimulating conversation with a Lady. How to compliment a Lady, how to use words properly. Without dancing, they would never find a suitable Lady to marry, would not be able to enjoy being close to a woman."
You meet his gaze, "Well, I like to dance. Not all the time, but with the right Lord, it can be fun." With a smirk on his lips, he replies, "Then I guess you'll have to wait for a gracious Lord to ask you to dance."
You sigh as his gaze falls on your necklace.
Carefully he lifts his hand to stroke your necklace, "That's a lovely sapphire." You look down at your necklace, "Yes, my father had the gems collected especially for me, but the sapphire is really the most beautiful. That's why I wanted it to be placed in the middle."
Aemond just smiles gently, "That's true, it really does look the most beautiful."
After a time of silence Aemond taps on the railing seemingly impatiently, "Would you accompany me to the garden? Away from all the crowds here? We could also take some wine with us," he winks at you. Visibly pleased, you accept his invitation, "I'd love to," you smile. Aemond holds out his arm to guide you appropriately. Together you make your way to the hall. As you reach the hall, it seems as if all the Lords and Ladies present turn to look at you. You notice Aemond stiffen because he is obviously uncomfortable with everyone staring at him.
Too late, Aemond realises that he will be walking with you through a crowded hall. What you don't know is that Aemond becomes insecure when society sees him with a Lady. As if out of reflex, your free hand reaches up to place it on his arm as well. As if it were a matter of course, you stroke him gently as you walk down the corridor. He looks into your eyes and smiles gently, making it bearable for him to walk through the crowd. Just before you reach the exit, Aemond stops a servant. The servant looks visibly startled, "You won't need these," and Aemond takes the wine bottle from him, which the servant was about to take to a table. The servant bends slightly in front of Aemond. "Now we can go," Aemond whispers in your ear. You chuckle.
